The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-08-01
THE SUMMER BOARDER.
FANNY LANEY.

A hot summer day IN Ashwood
Valley. All the long morning Faith
Hill, IN brown calico and white
apron, had stood over tine side table.
in the dining room Of the Hill cot.
tage, doing the weeks ironing.
One bv one the garments came
from under her def fingers smooth
and shining, unit: the last was folded
and ali were put away. Then a sigh
of relief escaped her, and she went
OH, on the back piazza. to rest and
get cool.
The whirr Of her fathers mill from
below fell family on her ear and the
air was sweet with the breath of tas-
seled corn. She leaned YEARLY back
in the easy rocker, her little hands
loosely clasped in her lap. her eyes
going out over the fields and woods,
with dreamy, yearning look.
Presently her reverie was broken by
the sharp voice of her stirring step
mother, calling Faith, Faith. set
the table for dinner"
She obeyed, for Mrs. Hill. the
second, was a woman who tolerated
no lettering. When the cloth Was
laid, and the juicy pies with cool milk
and golden butter we're put upon the
table, thanked by light bread, and a
dish of Drowned fish. caught that
morning from out the mill pond.
named "Loch Katine" by one of Mrs.
Smiths romantic bearders, her father
came in bringing her bunch of fresh
pond lilies.
Here. Faith, | came across them
down in the little inlet at the farther
end Of the pond; they are almost the
last expect you will see before next
summer"
Mr.. Hill regarded his younger chill
dren with fatherly affection, but Faith.
the only child by his first wife, was
1.-The light Of his eyes"
When dinner was over, and the
dishes washed and put away. Faith
went to her little white curtained
room, bathed her face and head,
changed her calico for a neatly fitting
white pique, with a knot of blue
ribbon at the throat, while another
bound back her soft, sun-bright curls.
The blue ribbon was a pretty contrast
to her peach-bloom cheeks. the princess
dress revealed the graceful outlines of
her slender yet rounded shape, and
altogether she made picture the eye
would delight to dwell upon. She
tied on her broad sun hat. and caught
no Tennyson's Maud" from the table
wbe,., lay her few book treasures, and
went out, down short wood path
that led to the tin, lake. Her moth
er looked through the opened door
after her retreating form, and gave
her parting injunction mot to get into
one of them day dreams and tumble
IN the pond
Down at he waters edge was lit
tie skiff, Faiths gift from her brother
on her last birthday. She united it
from the maple tree, stepped in, and
:.s..nning an oar, pushed off. breaking
the smooth water into ripples and
dimples. She rowed to the inlet
where the water lilies grew. Here ali
was In shadow, cast bv an immense
live cak that threw its giant arms out
over the wafer. A few buds and
golden hearted lilies still aoated on
the smooth water of this cool nook land
she succeeded in gathering them. and
twining their long stems with a wisp
of water grass, made pretty wreath
and set it atop of her fair curls, her
hat having long since been thrown
aside that she mirht have the full
benefit. of the breeze At rest in her
boat Oh the tranquil shaded water, she
took the little blue and gold book from
her pocket and proceeded to finish the
mournful story Of MAUD" Drop
ping the book upon her lap she said
aloud:
.It | should ever have a love story,
/ wonder fit should have so sad an
ending" A little rustic made her
look up. cit is the birds coming to
roost in the great tree" she said. "Oh
how lovely it looks Yonder on the
hill is the golden glory of sunset, and
here the light is 30 mellow, and softly
colored, and the ferns and fiower-star.
red grasses fringe the bank. All! il
fairies still lived, as in the golden age,
/ think they would haunt this
spot"
"They do, I think"
"Whose was the bold voice that
answered? She looked around start
lad ond saw Wythe Walton. one Of