The Benton weekly record. [volume] (Benton, Mont.) 1880-1885, 1881-09-01

her red cushions, and I SAT supplied anG
speechlcss. A faint odor seemed to per-
wade the room, and no sound broke the
stiffness. Was in al enchanted palace2
SsThere is no sovereign began Lady dc
Bur.h again, but in SO weak tone chat il
seemed as il she were speaking to herself;
There is no sovereign but the inner con
science, there Is no parliament but the
inter=con1munion Of earnest friends; there
| Is no law but the Inv OF art; there Is no
art bHt the expression of the intense long
ings Of humanity
tried 10 speal1-I tried 10 tnoye-llt |
was petritied, spell-bonnd.
Suddenly the door opened an1 4 flood OF
light rushed In In the warm radiance
stood a girl Of nineteen, whose symmetry
Of form and beauty OF feature were, or
struck my excited Imagination rs being,
fauitless. She was dressed in white, with
something blue about her slender waist
and blue tllIct IN her hair Ii was as If
Aphrodite had come 10 gladden. the earth.
"Como hithcr, Molly said Lady de
Bur9h, 1aisjng her voice q little. sCome
and let me introduce IN old friend Of mine
10 you.
This, tl1eu, was the shepherticss, this
tall maiden with the regal grace and the
wonderful iopclincssl She closed the door,
but her presence seemed TO keep the sun
shine III the room. 1 stood up, but did not
venture TO meet her through the maze of
chairs aud tables and china pots which
streWed the floor, but she was presently
with Us, and our introduction effected, she
seated herself on iho ottoman and looked
kindly at me.
II have heard Of you," she said. sslt is
good Of you to come and see lis, for you
are 81 great Indian statesman now, are you
moi? She smiled sweetly and spoke
brightly.
Dear Molly" murnured her mother,
'syou have no llower. How often have I
told you always to carry a flower in your
hand And you have forgotten your crook,
Ny darling, you are so thoughtless."
81 am 50 sorry, mamma" said Molly,
with cheerfully penitent air. Il did car
ry three daisies about all the morning, but
they were quite dead at luncheon time. so
threw them away, and my crook have
mislaid somewhere, but shall find it again.
D0sro Know she added, turning to me,
'SI ana as bad as little Bo-peep, forsh only
lost her sheep, whereas /, who have no
sheepto lose, am always losing my crook. y
.ssach spirits. Such gaiety " whispered
Lady de Bur2h. s'such u color! Such
health and strength. So painful TO an1oth-
er .,'@s.
The color, which asdeIicate peach bloa-
som, heightened slightly at Lady de
BurgE's words, But Molly was. serenely
good hnmorcG.
"When I am twenty-five" she said, de-
murclF, Il mean to enter q nunnary. Not
the usual kind, but mammals clustered,
cool retreat here. ] dare say by that time
shall be tired Of riding and walking
..You WON'T be able to sit here always,
Molly" said her mother, plaintively. L
shall be very glad 10 have you in the after
moons, but sonle one must order the dill-
uer. and write. notes il the morning g:z -
sOf course, I shall 10 all that justas usu-
II. like it,' said the housekeeper. 'sshall
we have some tea now, mamma, dear;
and then we might out
She pulled y thick gold cord as she
spoke, and it must have rung bell long
way off, for though heard nothing: the
result almost Immediately appeared IN the
shape Of q liliputian boy in silk stockings
anu a satin suit, carrying a small ebony
tray, containing three diminutiye cups Of
very strong tea, a silver cream jug and
sngar basin OF exquisite workmanship,
and two little pIatters, on one Of which lay
some thin slices. OF bread and honey, and
on the other a few bunchesof red, white
and black currants. A large yellow goose
berry, a piece CT. groundsel and q spray Of
iessamiTe seemed TO have fallen accident
ally upon the plate, after the frnit was ar
ratgnel.
All, my sweet nI1nph - cried Lady de
Bnrgh, esasping her hands in an eetasy of
delight, and then she took the little plate
Of frl1it.on her knee lnd gazesl at it alb
straetcdly for. some seconds before offer
ing it. TO nc, with a sigh Butt helped
myself 1,llhlessIy. | felt that Molly had
picked the curr;tiIts, and mannuvred their
artistic simplicity, and the fruit tasted de-
lieious because she had fingered it.
e thinks you must go out. now, Molly"
said Lady de Durgh, ina more subducd
tone than ever. This excitement has
quite oyerpoWered me, and my brain
throbs. =
. Would not a little fresh air do you
good2'' suggested, f1arvelling what the
excitement had been.
Lady de Hurgh smiled family
s.No,', she replied, sssolitllae Is my best
physieian--solifnde. and my own grand
thoaghts. !,
Dear mamma. CALCULATED Molly, kias-
ing her mothers pale brow very. very
gently. = an afraid that talking so
much has tired You. You must rest 4
little, and will bring you some tIowera,
aud gou must come out By and BY, when
the sun is low.
hen the dew has risen, tnnrmured
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