The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1880-05-19

all his theories, and we have as many
! flowers in New England as they do in
! Old England sol" And the sanguine
little creature hurried on to do it. She
found one pale little hepatica, and
bud beside it, and after an hours dill
gence she found nothing else, not one
sweet bit of epig@a, and she was getting
highly irate with the American fora.
/ when she paused to see a bird wing
through the spaces and to tell him how
| silly he was to think it was summer
yet, after all. "Mr. Wilston will be so
| pleasedl" she said, Indignantly, as if
nature ought to take her part. It was a
! picturesque bit of woods just there; the
/ long lofty stems of the undraped trees
| crowding up nto the Light, and the
aisles on one hand extending into
| shadow, and on the other huge moss-
grown powders and thorny thickets
! lining the bank, where, some eighty feet
below, the river went brawling along
over rapids and falls in a way to please
q poet or n fisherman. And il was a
picturesque little body in the wood that
! Angelica looked, the wind tossing her
hat half off, her glowing cheeks, her
sparkling brown eyes, and her great
shock OF light brown curls blowing
all ways at once as she leaned over
| the edge OF the bank to gaze into
the seething torrent below, and Won
dered, meanwhile, whether pond-lilies
grew in that sort of water. Just then
the wind slapped her skirt round
young walnut sapling. Vexed with the
rudeness, she apped it back again; she
lost her balance as she did it, and over
she went with a cry.
Poor little Angelica! How many
| thoughts there are in a second! Her
first thought was, Its the end of me
I'm being torn to pieces on those rocksi'
Her second one was, "Oh, what will
| grandma do without me nowP" The
about Mr., Wilston, and he'll be so sorry
for his little Angelica; and l pushed
| Tommy yesterday; and once | told
grandma a lie" And then there was
wild whirl of horror, of sharp rocks and
| drowning whirlpools, and great gulfs OF
death and oblivion.
When the little body came TO herself
she was lying comfortably suspended in
| mid-air, in a era lie made of wild plum
bushes and the old horse brier and
grapevines that hid interlaced them
selves together there, growing from the
crevices. Above her was more than
twenty feet of almost sheer rock, and be.
| low her the boiling river, rushing and
roaring on. With start ofterror, as
memory swept back upon her, she
-eized stout stem of the vine, and
clutched it with all her might; but a
gust OF wind coming at the moment,
| and rocking the cradle well, assured her
that her clinging amounted to little. and
she presently found the thousand and
one briers of the wild smilax holding
her more securely than it was possible
her tiny fingers should.
Before long she was able 10 gather
her senses from their trance of horror,
in which all reason had been dissipated,
and she loosehed her dress, and sat up
in her nest to look about her. It's of
no use," she said at last. "The only
way to get down is to free grapevine.
and climb down on it; and it wouldn't
| be long enough, and it wouldn't be
strong enough, and if got down at all,
it would only be into boiling pit of
deep water. and in freeing it l mig lit be
like the man who sawed off the end of
the branch he sat on:-if could free it
any way. And / might as well die of
starvation and be picked by the birds,
as die CT drowning and be picked by the
| fishes. But, oh. dear! dear! dear!
what are they doing at home nowP Why
can't some of them come after mep Why
doesn't MIR. Wilston know how horribly
| ] hang here between heaven and earthp
! Why doesn't somebody follow mep Oh,
what have / dore, what have | done,
to be punished this wayP Oh, you don't
suppose / am really going to be left to
die here! Oh. how cruel" And then
there was a great burst of sobbing, and
she wrung her hands, and cried again.
But the crying over, for the time he
ing, Angelica began to look about her.
The blow had been struck too power
fully TO do much less than stun, and she
yet hardly realized her situation in full.
81 don't quite give il up" she said.
Somebody may come this way" and
she hallooed till she was out of breath.
1T wouldn't be a bad place for pleas
ure," she thought, eff one could get
down or up when one wished, and if one
had plenty of books and a lunch basket.
Oh, how hungry l amp Certainly it
was not at all bad place of its sort
swinging Graded there securely in mid
air, with the birds darting all about
one; with the great sky full of sunshine
overhead; with that fish-hawk sailing
in slow circles ere he plunged. "This
is the way some of thesPuget Sound In
dians bury their dead" she thought,
"high up in air among the branches.
Only they have tin pans hung with
them. And tnaJ dOeS 80 put me IN mlnu
of our Nora's cream-the very last pan
she let me skim. And now I'm hungrier
than ever. | wonder what time 1t is
long past lunch, of course. I'm hollow
now; / shall be famished by dinner
time; tomorrow morning shall be
giddy. Iwonder how long it takes peo-
pie to die OF starvation, and if it's very
fearfulP / mustn't think about broths.
and haricots, and stews, and chicken
pies, and" And Angelica paused,
holding this Improbable meditation for
one about to die. Il ought to be read
. ing my Testament" !" said she. "And yet
the only thing / should enjoy reading
just now would be cookery book. Oh,
, didn't know was such a gluttonl i
} suppose in my heart OF hearts am sure
that Mr.. Wilston will come after me-"
1t was in the pause ofthought follow
fn0 that ahp heard UOiCpg-a OvFiad IA