The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1880-10-08

to her. What other life did Cherry ex-
pect? She could not havs answered;
only there arose vague bright dreams
OF far-off lands-of grand old noun
tains under the glow of foreign skies;
days OF wandering amid rare old paint
ings and marvellous sculpture, and glo-
riOus nights filed with music, the tink-
ling of fountains and odor of flowers un-
known.
There was one narrow door Of POSI-
bility opening from Cherry's lie toward
these :" kingdoms of the world and the
glory of them"-a door which Miss
Fosilby's hand. yellow, withered and
glittering with diamonds, held the key.
Miss Fosilby, or at least her house and
grounds, were the pride of Glennville.
Stiff, stately and bristling with osten-
tatious costliness, they were compla-
Gently pointed out to every new conner.
And Miss Fosilby had met and talked
with Cherry, and, attracted by the
bright young face, had graciously init
mated that she had sometimes thought
she should like companion. and how
would Cherry like to live with her and
travel with her?
That last was the charm, for Miss
Fosilby visited mountains or lakes or
falls every year, and sometimes strayed
even to those older glory-haunted lands
which Cherry saw only in dreams.
Should she try to make the dreams
come true? John loved her, and Miss
Fosilby would only-hire her, to put it
plainly; but thenp-And SO the plain
little home and the Alhambra by moon
light jostled each other oddly in the
dingy old school-room that day.
Decided How could one know what
one did think in such a babel of soundsp
she questioned. leaning her head upon
her hand, while q boy in q ragged
jacket recounted istlessly, as If he
were used to such invasi0ns and they
had grown trifle monot0nous, how
''a band of fierce barbsry-anns came
down from the North;'' and q little tow
headed girl, with mouth half filed with
the apple she was surreptitiously
munching, remarked behind her book
supposed to contain Pitts celebrated
speech-'.H worry 'merican Simon
Englishman I'd never laden my arms
never:''
The struggling lines of figures on the
dingy blackboard looked ike some in
tricate puzzle to Cherry's eyes that day,
and the cid clock above her desk licked
WellP" with q marked and
querulous interrogation that was ag-
gravating. She was glad when the
slow hands crept around to the
hour of release; and when the darken-
ing room had lost its noisy occupants,
and the last whoop had died away from
the school yard, she donned her wrap
pings with sigh of relief, and hurried
into the open air. It was not a cheer
ing atmosphere. A cold gray mist en-
folded her at once; dark clouds hung
low with no hint of q sun behind them,
and up from the river swept chill fit
full wind, whispering and complaining
like an uneasy conscience.
By and by the general gloom found
vent in q fit of weeping. Rain drops
fell slowly at first, and then in rapid
pelting shower that aroused Cherry
from her dreaming, and compelled her
to quicken her tagging steps into the
little trot that . woman calls
Up the street blacksmith's
shop stood invitingly open, with its fiery
glowing heart showing warmly within;
and there she sought shelter, dropping
upon rude seat to rest.
"Eh? is it you, Miss Cherry?" smiled |
the old man at the anvil, as the head of |
the small water-proofed figure emerged |
far enough from it's hood to become rec
ognizable. "Got caught, didn't your
"As usual, Uncle Nat; out of the |
place belong to, and not able to read
the other" said Cherry, despondently
inclined to class all circumstances under
one head, and give them q general
label.
"You seem to fit in right well where
you are," said the old man. with
kindly glance at the pretty flushed
face. 1--WE mostly belong where we
happen to be, take it.
"No-oh mop protested Cherry,
'sTm sure we do not. I
have heard it said that nearly all the
trouble and unrest of the world is be-
cause we are all out of our own right
places. and are cramping or stretching
20 fit Somebody's else. believe it, too.".
Think we are all shook down here
ike the pieces of dissected map, Ell?
and Providence can't put rs together
straight? That's peculiar nowr' COM
Uncle Nat, with an odd twinkle
IN his eyes. swell, if I am in some
other mans smithy I'll try and turnout
good honest work for him; and hope
he won't be too ha.d with my tenants
f he's running any great estate of
nine. May be it's Miss Fosilby that's
n my shoes? / might sit in her car
.iage bit, and see whether it seems
natural. Twas left here this afternoon
o have q wheel fixed. and Is'pose they
haven't come for it on account of the