The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1880-11-20
From the St. Louis C1.sbe-Deuocrat.1
MISS ChERRYS THANKSGIVING,
GT OLIVE HARPER.

Miss Cherry was an old maid. That
Is, she was called that by all the very
Young girls that went to all the church
festivals, singing schools, mite societies,
and Sunday school pIcnics and other very
mild amusements and designations IN
vogue in the little mountain town at the
Eead OF the Wyoming valley Miss
Cherry was nearly thirty wears old, and
she was not married: therefore. those
Young girls who We're just donuing their
Irst long dresses were not far out of the
way, but still, if Won judged only BY
Miss Cherry face you would not have
called her old. You might have paused
- look a second time in the still girIish
face, and try to read the meaning i'll tie
deep eyes and the slight drOop III the
corners Of the pretty mouth. bit YOU
would surely not have called her old.
Miss Cherry lived alone III / little
white cottage, where her mother had
gone a happy bride. and where she had
been born and grew up the sole darling
of her parents, and where that fair Young
mother had died, leaving Miss Cherry
alone with her father. who too went the
long journey to the echoless shore when
she was but fifteen years Old The poor
forlOrn child lived on alone there. and
couid not bear to leave the little home
that was eudeared 10 her by 50 many
sweet though sad associations.
She was a -taid and sedate girl for her
age, tile ntighbors s9id. ANA they were
al willing to give her spinning to dc,
and So day after day, the hum Of the
-lr..1 o1,7fl I,o b,,,.l 81, -.TI.I
earn her daily bread.
There was little plot Of ground he
fore the house down to the white palings
of the fence, and this was filed with
bright flowers that she planted and tend
eI with love and pleasure for theirsweet
They were just com
non plants-m8rigolds sweet williams,
Glove pinks and bachelor, buttons most
". but she had u few choice rose bushes,
among them one was white. All but
faint blush IN the center.
Miss Cherry had an unsuspcctal, I'M
formed vein Of poetry ia her nature. and
she somehow felt that this tender flower
was like her own uudeveloped heart.
one day She went up into the little
garnet 10 Get some i-ecy lambs woOl
that had been whitening IN the east WIN
dow, and her eyes CHANGED to fall upou a
box that had stood I'M corner over since
she could recollect, but which she had
never opened. She wondered why She
had never before thought TO look In it.
and she lifted the lid t7 find 1t fun If Old
books It proved Pandora box to
her, for it brought all Of the evils into
her life leaving only hope
She sat down ON the floor, and with
hands and lap fall, never stirred until it
grew too dark to-oc. Then she gathered
all she could gather and took them down
IL the little sIttInC-r0On, and from that
day on there were 40 lonely hours for
her. for hepcoRled them all with heroes
and heroines from out the old romance,
ana poems. She lived not III the pres
cnt. but the past. They were all there.
tile brave and the fair, and she VAS one
OF them and longed for her prime beautl-
ful. who was to come and take her by
the hand and choose her from all the
world for his bride Her wool and flax
seemed nov but the means If weaving
the warp and wool at her lie, aud the
tilaments, rs she spun them, were the
invisible chains that should draw him TO
her
Summers heat and winters SHOWS
passed all UNDECIDED by her, for she lid
not live whore climate Is 1elr, for she
lived in a dream. where ali was gold and
silver and light amt beauty. She was
transformed into 4 sort OF celestial exist
ence. and she could not even comprehend
the prosaic duties which she mechan-
icallv performed. She spun and worked
In her garden: she cooked. ate and slept
as she had done before: She went TO
church on Sundays. and she sent for Gar
work and carried il home. Vet was not IN
tins world nor OF If, and her sweet dark
ewes were ottenest turned toward the
dusty road that came from the great
world unknown. and ended iii this little
town. This particular day that | now
mention Miss Cherry was Meta. Size
heroine OF 4 wonderful fairy tale IN verse
and her spinning Il her was the magic
ca4 pet that she was weaving, and which.
as fast a. woven, went wandering off til
If came TO the feet 81 The fairy prince.
who would forthwith tmn and glide over
it TIL he came 70 the talr gla VINO sat
weaving alone IN Ler bower
And Iairer Girl never sat aad wovc her
wool than this same quaint little maiden,
with her golden hair that waved from
the very parting in shining crinkles Ike
the curl6d maple. and her round, white
arms and pretty pink fingers; her 1.-the,
cilhsh grace # form, her smooth. can
dii forehead, and those deep. dark eye,
with heavy shading Iashes, and the sweet,
tremuIous mouth ana the rase-piuk
cheeks WIKI their danny di4ple7. ana
so thought man who sat upon q tired