Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1882-11-04
NORTHERN TRIBUNE.
SATURDAY. NOVEMBER A, 1882.



tender, budding green of the spring fol
age. Under foot crept the pink. nel
TUNED stars of the trailing arbutn,
where in sheltered hooks, where mess
enameled bOulders kept off the kee
west wind, and the sunshine poured if
Dalmy gold, the vOilets were GOVERN,
the dead leaves with their dainty carpe
OF blue embroidery.
Down in the ravine miniature water
rail- Kept up its musical plant, and ,
brown trOut-stream wound and tWistel
among the roots of the trees,sO exquisite
ly transparent that one could see tn,
very stones and pebbles at the bottom.
1t was a picturesque little gler
enough, and Durande was considerably
annoyed at having to fold up his port
folio before he had completed his sketch
II suppose it Is a good mile and a hall
to the village inn," he said to himself
II wonder If there is farm house Moi
at hand where could find a sort of TEN.
pOrary shelter"
Even as he stood hesitating and watch
ing the brilliant fall of the sparkling
drops against the background of purple
black clouds, the bOwery screen of
branches was parted and light figure
came down into the path-a gold haired,
deep-eyed girl of eighteen, with a brown
calico dress, tiny linen frills at neck
and wrist, and carrying in her hand a
gypsy bonnet half filled with wild
flowers. She paused and looked grayely
at him. He lifted his hat with native
courtesy.
1T is raining she said, gravely. "You
will get wet"
Unfortunately, yes" he responded.
Perhaps you can tell me of some
place near by, in which can take shell
teri"
"There is farmer Dakin's barn." said
the woodland apparitiOn, "but it's on the
other side of the river, and the roof leaks
like an old sieve. And there is our
house just over the edge of the hill. I
think you had better 90 to our house."
eff you will kindly admit me there"
said Mr.. Durande. II am"
ooh, know who you farep' said the
girl. with little deprecatOry motion of
her hand, "and am very sorry for Won.
indeed; and please" with lovely fiut-
terlng color coming and going on her
cheeks, II should like to be your friend.
If you will allow me?"
with the greatest pleasure in the
WOAius oQ1u NIL Dulduut, WdAluX IUOIG
and more bewildered.
"Then come this way" said the
nymph, floating gracefully on before,
The purple black clouds forming back
ground for her exquisite face and figure,
and the trees weaving an archway.
Clifton Durande was no contemplate |
but he soon found that he
vas compelled to use every effort to keep
Up with the girl.
"Give me the countryp said he to
himself, as he hurried on. "If this isn't
eal, genuine hospitality, 1 don't know
What is"
Across patch of woodland, through
pasture field, where young lambs were
and mild-eyed cows, lifted
heir heads to watch them, they passed,
nd up bOx-edged garden path, where
Olden JOnquils and creamy clusters of
arcessus fragrant luxurance.
Il do not know whom l am to thank
Or this kindness" said Durande.
81 am Matte Wilt" said the girl
18th unconscious dignity. "Are you
red? Please take this cushioned
hair-it is easier than the other"
Clifton Durande looked around in a
)rt of pleasant bewilderment. Flowers
ere blossOming III the windows i
ink primroses, sweet-scented gerani- :
ms, and velvet-petaled monthly roses; =
lgravings, framed in pine cones, and
lstic work, hung on the walls; q blue Z
bboned guitar lay on the chintz cover n
lounge beside wOrk-basket full of 4,
veet feminine belongings. u
Am l in the enchanted landw he
ked himself. us this modern Utopia,
Arcadia of the ninteenth century,
here wood nymphs take pity on belated II
avelers and all the world is hospitali- a.
p! How fortunate it is that / came b
wn to Glitter Falls to sketch instead
going to Hayden Mountainl She is W
beautiful as dream; and how state 81
and gracious her manner is! She ri
vs. she knows who am" al
And Mr.. Durande, albeit not being a re
1ceited parsonage, began to cOmpre- W
nd what real fame meant. at
lie looked at pretty Matte Wilt as al
, came into the room with a
wi of milk and some slices of home III
de bread.
You are an artist?" said he. ex
No." said she. to-
At least, you admire fine pictures?" an
va q glance at the walls. Or
Do you draw or sketch" he asked. ma
Oh, no." de-
Whv don't she talk?" he thought. II orr
| make her talk" BIZ
t that moment, however, a sudden ial
nderbOlt seemed to cleave air with of
force. Miss Wilt passed leisurely pei
, the next room. BfFT' un
Jharley' she cried out, joyfully, as daI
ksOme one who had lust
,red from another door. II am so IL
you are here at last. Are you '
?" nre
Who's Charley, confound him?" will
lght the artist; i"and why does she 1t
come him i'm that enthusiastic wav2n strt