Northern Ohio journal. [volume] (Painesville, Ohio) 1872-1896, 1880-05-22

dumOr the weather IN UnaG Way!'
with a Laugh Ikea bell. And this time
sic was decidedly off, by the slam of
the door, enjoying tremendously those
first experiences of her American lib
.szertys - < s.
How absurdr' said Angelica to her.
self presently, as she was passed by a
band Of ragamuffin children decked out
in paper aroses and garlands. g As if
they could not have had some real flow
ers by this time, the idle little things!
With the woods full of them, too! If
there's anything disgusting it's the un-
real, the artificial" She thought, as she
still pursued this line of meditation after
getting beyond the garden borders of
: the towns 4k.s.AH the girls now are
wearing false white-weed in the bosom,
when the fields are white with them
probably. How surprised they will be
at home when I come in with my hands
full!-things are always there for the
eyes that know how to look for them.
Mr.. Wilston had to confess that he had
picked liverwort himself in the lird
week of March. / wish he wasn't so
positive about the bad walking and the
cold ground and the swamps. He acts
as if, heshad right over me already,
and I've never said whether meant to
give him the right on not. And if he
- isn't careful, I'll say not and he
needn't be looking at me with his lordly
glances. don't care whether mans
as handsome as Antinous or not, but
don't want tyrant for lover. And
of course she continued, coherently,
I" everybody knows there are violets,
celumbines, and ground-laurel-' Here
Angelica paused to rescue an overshoe
from the mud, and, finding it difficult
to leave, the other one beside it. 81
don't care,,'' she said. :. Good thick
boots do for England; they'll have tc
answer here" and she went gayly for
ward into the edge of the wood by the
river.
g The idear' said Angelica. "Tm
awfully afraid they're right at home
Not a leaf on any tree, nothing but the
beggarly willow catkins. and the oaks
looking callow as goslings. Why, isn't
there a maple, all red and blushing.
told you so. 1 knew there were flow.
zers." And she stopped for cluster O.
xyiolets that were shivering in the
breeze, and put them into her basket
4" Dear me! it won't take long at this
rate. I shall just tell Mr.. Wilsto1
2that l filled my basket in half al
shour, for all his theories, and W.
Shave as many flowers in New En-
agland as they do in Old England
Esop And the sanguine little creature
hurried on to do it. She found one pale
little hepatica, and bud beside it, ant
after an hours diligence she found moth
ting else, notone sweet bit of epigea
zand she was getting highly irate witt
sthe American flora, when she paused tt
zsee bird wing through the spaces, ant
sto tell him how silly he was to think i
was summer yet, after all. Mr.. Wills
Ston will be so pleasedr' she said, indig
nantly, as if nature ought to take he
part 1t was a picturesque bit of wood
Gust there; the long lofty stems of tn,
lmdraped trees crowding up into th'
light, and. the aisles on one hand ex
tending into shadow, and on the othe
huge moss-grown powders and thorn,
thickets lining the bank, where, SOM
eighty feet below, the river went brawl
ing along over rapids and falls in a wa,
to please poet or fisherman. And
was a picturesque little body in tn
wood that Angelica looked, the win,
tossing her hat half off, her CLOWN.
cheeks, her sparkling brown eyes, an,
her great shock of light brown curl
blowing all ways at once as she leanet
over the edge of the bank to gaze int
the seething torrent below, and won
dered, meanwhile, whether pond-lilie
grew in that sort of water just the
the wind slapped her skirt round
young walnut sapling. Vexed with tn
rudeness, she slapped it back again; sh
lost her balance as she did it. and owe
she went with a cry.
Poor little; AngelicaI How man
thoughts there are in a second! He
first thought was: ''lt's the end of me
I'm being torn to pieces on thos
rockspf Her second one was: so
what a. d, will , ggandma do without At. m m
been so bad about Mr.. Wilston, an