The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-06-28

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I The latter portion of her speech
was uttered through sobs, and after
a pause, she resumed Il sent him
for something, and dear Robby
could never guess at the time, so |
am the only one 10 blame" "
! Again she lifted those wonderful
midnight eyes, with their long. dark,
tea--gemmed lashes 10 the flushed
and puzzled face above her. The
voice of the master was husky, as
he gave them both permission TO
go to their seats, and when the du-
ties of the day were over, the schol-
ars gone home, and be was linger-
ing at his desk over a difficult prob
lem, the door opened and disclosed
the gypsy face of Lola Danforth.
In her arms she carried mass OF
ground pine. intermixed with the
sweet scented blossoms of the trail
Ing arbutus, aud Walking directly up
to the desk of the master, she laid 4
portion OF her treasure upon it, and
said
at was for these Robby was late
to-day. sir. | said / wished Tor
them so much. and-and he thought
ne had plenty of time to get them
where the snow had melted oil.
| But be went too far and got to
dreaming, as he does when he Is
alone, so YOU see it was | who was
to blame. for | should not have said
that | wanted the flowers"
You are IA very brave little girl,
and greatly admire the fidelity TO
the trust imposed upon you by your
dead mother. Still thought to do
something To cure your brother of
the bad habit of lettering on the way
TO school. was answered.
Yes, know, sir, but you must
never strike hin"
And YOU must never dictate or
interfere with my duty. However,
! | am sorry your innocent shoulders
received the blow due him and next
time remember TO keep your seat.
Il can't do so, sir, and you shall
never strike him
and what would YOU do, little
/ impertinence, should | some time
deem it necessary"
Il believe | should kill you :" and
with flashing eyes she involuntarily
closed her little brown hands into
pigmY lists. and then, as she saw
him glance down at tLem with an
amused smile. continued: no, per
haps | could not do that, but |
should hate YOU, and nothing could
induce me To ever come to scRool
again.
Then letus hope peace may reign
between us, Lola, until the end, and
that | am forgiven forthe blow of
to-day"
He extended his hand. She laid
her own in it for az instant, and
flashed upon him through her tears
a wondrous smile that lighted the
dark gipsy face as sunbeam out Of
. rain cloud. Then, placinganother
bunch of the perfumed, pink, shell
like flowers upon his desk, she
turned and vanished out ofthe open
door and down the mountain side to
Join her waiting brother.
When the master reached his
boarding house he questioned the
landlady, Mrs. Lane, regarding her
singular pupil, Lola He learned
that when she was but four years
old, lady and gentleman stopped
at the village inn, the gentleman too
i'll to proceed. The physician who
was summoned pronounced it Sc
we're case of smallpox. They were
at once isolated in little Jog cabin
far up the glen. where lived an old
lumberman and his wife, who kind
" took them in. They We're Lola's
parents and her father soon died.
The mother shortly after gave birth
TO a poor, sickly baby as unlike
his sister as possible. Mrs. Dan
forth was said to have been Spanish
and an actress or dancer-Mrs.
Lane did not remember which
and from her Lola inherited her
weird beauty. As it turned out,
Madame Danforth was lett quite
impccuni0us upon the hands OF the
GOOD lurlberman and his wife, and
receiving no letters, she settled down
mournfully to the instruction OF her
children, who, the lady declared,
could chatter 10 each other in
French and Spanish like every
thing" To help toward her sup
port the young widow taught music
to the rustics Of the country, until
one day she was found with her hand
upon her heart, her head pillowed
upon the heaving breast of her
twelye-year-old daughter, gasping
cut her life. When she bad com
mended her children 70 the care OF
the Holy Mother, and family whis-
pered to The weeping daughter that
She must care for. and protect her
brother, she ceased to breathe.
The girl must he older than she
looks" said Mr.. Leslie, deeply in
terested il the romantic history.
Yes, she is sixteen, and still re-
sides with the old people up the
glen. But, as she is getting strong
enough to work, ! presume she Will
soon have TO go out 10 service,
though her foster parents will be.
10th TO give her up. They look up
on her as Their own, and the kind
people Of the village help them TO
clothe the poor little things"
The heart of the master echoed
the sigh OF the landlady, end that
night his dreams were all Of the lit
the dark face in which was blended
tenderness and defiant anger. But
at last he was awakened by Z contu-
sion of sounds, and became aware
that the predicted thaw had come,
and sent thousand little rivulets
down the mountain side to burst the
lev fetters and swell Glen Creek to
a mighty and turbulent flood.
Hastily dressing and going out OF
doors he found the village flooded and
the house he called home IN dan
ger of being swept away.
ITO the hills r came shout, and
the answering echoes took it up and