Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1880-06-26
"Such violet blue eyes, such glori-
GUS mustache and such loves of handsr,

"Such violet blue eyes, such a glori-
GUS mustache and such loves of handsr'
said Bella.
"And we must go for wild flowers
going for wild flowers admitted of
strolling in many directions in LAUREL
town. this morning before the sun is
high, the dining room vases are empty"
said all three together. $50, Peg,
bring our walking shoes and hats and
be quick about it.
"And, Peg" added Amanda, "have
lunch ready at one and set the table
with the best china. We may meet one
of the gentlemen and bring him home
with u.s."
"And make custards and sponge
cake" said Bella.
"And see that the bread and ham are
cut very thin,' commanded Aurelia.
And away they went, Peg looking
after them again, but this time with no
longing in her eyes, until they disap-
peared at the turn which led past Lilac
House, when she flew to the kitchen
made the custards and sponge cake, and
then donned her scoop hat and a cum
ming white apron with bib and pink
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away they went for wild flowers The
Peg-bat not in the same direction the
aquilines had taken, oh no, but along a
shady lane that led to the foot of hill
where grew many fragrant, lovely bios
SONS at their own sweet wills.
Peg and the baby danced gayly on
until the place of destination was
II, ,f 40. 10
before them. Up the hill they toiled,
and stopping midway to gather some
tall brilliant flowers that grew in their
path, the very first stem baby grasped
and pulled at broke off with jerk in
her tiny hand and away she rolled
backward down the hill until she rolled
into a pair of arms outstretched to catch
her.
"Please, ma am, here's your baby"
said the owner of these arms, demurely
raising pair of violet-blue eyes to
Pegs white face as he placed the child
beside her.
"How can I thank youP" said Peg.
in trembling voice. t' Bnt for you,
Effie might have been killed"
81 know of no better way than COM
ing down into the road Immediately
twirling his long golden mustache-
"and then my mind will be relieved
7 about Effie. Though. if you say SO I'll
stand at the bottom of the hill with
pleasure until you are ready to descend,
SO as to be on hand to rescue her if she
tumble again.
"I think I'll go down. said Peg, the
color coming back to her cheeks.
He held out his hand to assist her. 1t
| was the most beautiful hand she had
ever seen; long taper fingers, exquisitely
shaped rosy nails, slender wrist, and
yet withal certain something about it
that betokened strength and redeemed
it from the charge eff feminity. '' can
take care of myself, thank you, Mr..
Thorne,' = said Peg.
:" Mr. Thorne," repeated he. How
did you know was Mr.. Thorne ?''
"By your eyes, your mustache and
your hand" said frank young Peg.
Thorne smiled and looked at her earn
estly. ssAnd youP''
ssrm Margaret Thrush, whose sisters
you metat Mrs. Sparkman's yesterday"
ss You do not look bit like them. :"
"I do not said Peg, with sigh.
| And they strolled along together,
talking pleasantly, until Peg was half
way home, and then he begged her
oh, sly Arthur Thorne!-to rest awhile
and let him take sketch of the baby.
6 Please sit down on that bank, Miss
Thrush, and hold her upon your lap"
| he suggested. '' I think she will re-
main quieter that way.''
And the sketch was made. Peg on
the bank leaning against the trunk of
an old tree, her bright face glowing
with purity and xnirth, surrounded by
rough breeze-tossed brown curls, peep
ing archly from under the scoop, and
little Effie, with curious eyes and sweet
puzzled look, half reclining in her arms.
Why, you have drawn me toop'
said the girl, rising and looking over
his shoulder. Do I really look like
thatP Ellie is very pretty; but l. Q
dear, it is a funny nose! Couldn't you
straighten it just ittleP''
ssNot for worldsp' replied the artist,
with emphasis.
:. Shall you call it Wild Country
1 GirlsP' y asked Peg, blushing, for some.
thing in his tone implied that he liked
the g funny nose.''
/ "No; shall call it Wild Flowers
Brown Daisies By Jover' pulling out
his watch, so it's near lunch time. Let
me see you and Effie home, Miss
Margaret, and I'll bid you good-after.
moon" And he tied up his sketch-Book
took the tired baby in his arms and
thus they arrived at Captain Thrush
door. And arrived there, it only needed
a cordial invitation from Peg to induce
Thorne to enter, to the intense astonish
ment of the three elder sisters, whe
were already seated at the lunch table
having apparently been unsuccessful il
their search for wild flowers and othel
things, as the vases were still empty ane
the guest chairs unoccupied.
| However, with great self-possessio1
they managed to conceal their surprise
and greeted the visitor in the warmes
manner; and he, with the boyish ab
sence of formalitv that characterizes hi
kind, was perfectly at home in fv
minutes, and discussed politics Go
which, be it said in passing, he knew
absolutely nothingT with the father
adroitly battered the mother and he
favorite daughters, told stories of i'm
possible animals to the baby, and att
Pegs custards and sponge-cake like
schoolboy. In short, he made himsel
so agreeable that the unanimous verdic
after his departure was, charming,
and Bella declared herself wildly in Low
with him. But they opened on Peg al
the same.
J. "Where did she meet Mr.. Thorne
, Why did she let Effie roll down hill
Did she do it on purpose to attract hi
attention? Did she wish to utterly dis
grace themP Wasn't it enough tina
she had exposed their poverty to CAP
tain SparkmanP What possessed her
enter into conversation with an ute
stranger?''
"He spoke to me first" said Peg
and had to thank him for savin
| baby's life; and didn't feel as thoug
r he were an utter stranger, for l kne,
he was Miss Thorne's brother by hi
7 eyes and his hands and his mustache.
" As you told him, suppose?'' sal
J Amanda, sarcastically, never dreamin
that the child had really done SO.
Yes" acknowledged honest Peg.
!, s' You did?'' cried her tormentors, i
) a screaming chorus.
ssThere, that's what comes of you
t pstgsr' exclaimed Mrs. Thrush, fannin
l herself excitedly. ''And you coaxe
him in to lunch?''
"No, mamma; he came without coa1
r ing. Was it wrong to ask himp
thought" turning to her sisters, 60 ths
4 Won xUopt ont on n11rposa to ynaot ooY,,