The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-02-23

ty well, has been awfully contrary,
and has stopped every few minutes,
and the consequences that We have
been two hours on the jour
ney that should have taken us but
one, and there's Just as long q dis
tance to go yet; and with Charley
oh. you wicked horse : standing
under that tree, / don't know how
we arc ever to get to Grasstown.
"It's almost as bad plight as the
old woman was with her pig, when
he wouldn't 90 under the stile, and
she was afraid she wouldn't get
home that night" laughs the young
mana nice looking fellow he is,
with gentleman stamped on every
feature of his handsome face. But
suppose / cut you switch ? Perhaps
that. esed with discretion, might
have some influence on the fiery
sreed."
"Oh. no, that would never do J"
she says, shaking her head emphat-
ically. Charley was never whip
ped in his life. He'd be so scared
at the very sight of switch that |
believe he'd run away"
Wouldn't that be desirable
thing under the circumstances p
asks the young man, with a broad
smile; the idea of the old horse,
whose principal desire appeared to
be not to move atall, running away,
striking him as inexpressibly comic,
and thinking "Bless her kind little
heart !" he continues well, since
you refuse the switch, ! will try
how a command in masculine
voice will affect him; ;" and he COM
manded "G'long, Charley"
Charley started, turned his head
toward the speaker, recognizing a
master, backed away from the oak
and went off on a quick walk.
"Well, the ideal" exclaimed his
young mistress.
And now with your permission,
I'll walk with YOU to the end of your
Journey, for sure if leave you,
Charley will note my absence i'm
mediately, and stop under the first
tree" .
"Oh, no indeed you must not, /"
SAYS the pretty country maid. You
were going in an entirely different
direction. | could not think of TAX
ing YOU SO far out of your way.
Many thanks for your kind offer,
but indeed, sir. / couldn't. Charley
will behave well now. Won't you
Charley ?"
Good heavens never knew nay
name was SO musical before" thinks
the young man, and then explains :
| was going in an entirely different
direction because | missed my train
at the last station, and, if | had
waited would have two hours for
another; but being rather impatient
by nature and tempted by the fine
day, set out to walk. my destina-
ton. being the next village. And
now if l return with you shall
have a much pleasanter walk, catch
the next train, and lose no time after
all. Lion approves of my plan.
Don't YOU Lion ?" And Lion, usual
| ly very suspicious ofstrangers, comes
and lays his startlingly cold nose in
his new friends hand.
And so the two young people walk
along side by side, crushing the
pretty flowers under their feet as
they 90, but Charley, looking back
every now and then out of the corner
of his right eye to see if the mascu-
line voice is atill there, never falters,
but keeps steadily on his winding
way. After few moments silence
the innocent little maid raises her
blue eyes-they have been hidden
by the long lashes-and says, in a
shy voice
You said You were going to
Daisyville. | have lived there all
my life"
''Not very long time" says the
young man with smile.
Seventeen years. L was born,
and nv three sisters were born in
the same little farm house we are
leaving now" And tear trembles
on the long lashes and rolls down
her round rosy check.
The young man looks at the tear
with pitying wonder.
"And were you very happy there?',
he asks.
$50 happy" replies the girl, ''that
we fear we will never be half as hap
py anywhere else. And" sudden
light breaking over her face-"I be-
lieve that is what ails Charley. He
knows it isn't right that We should
be going to a strange place, and
does his best, poor fellow, to pre-
vent our going"
Undoubtedly" gravely asserts
her companion. "But why, if you
will permit me to ask are you bid
ding fairwell to Daisyville ?-Glong,
Charley" as Charley evinces a de-
sire to listen to the conversation.
Father didn't own the place. He
had it on a long lease, which ran
out the very week Ga month ago.
our old landlady died, and her heir
"a nephew-and his mother are
coming to take possession of the
estate, and they wantour farm house
for their gardener. When Mrs.
Marks was alive her gardener had
rooms over the stable, and very
comfortable rooms they were, too,
and the kitchen garden was just
back of the big house. But | sup
pose the new people are more sty-
Iish than the old ones, want their
kitchen garden further away than
Mrs. Marks was, and so they take
from US our home, and We are OBJ
liged to move to Grasstown."
And are your father and mother
as much attached to Daisyville as
you and your sisters are?" he asks.
Even more attached to it." she
answers, IF that be possible. 1t
almost breaks my heart to see
mothers sad face. But l must try