The Penn's Grove record., 1882-06-17

tear-gemmed iashes to the flushed ant
puzzled face above her. The voice 0
the master was husky, as he CAV
them both permission to go to thei
seats, and when the duties OF the da.
were over, the scholars gone home
and he was lingering at bis desk owe
q difficult problem, the door opened
and disclosed the gypsy face Of Lol'
Danforth.
In her arms she carried q mass o
ground pine, intermixed with thu
sweet scented blossoms Of the trailing
arbutus, and walking directly rp tf
the desk of the master, she laid q por'
ton of her treasure upon It, and SAID
at was for these Robby waslate to-
day, sir. I said I wished.sor them &c
much, and-and he thought he had
plenty of time to get them where the
snow had melted CT. But he wenttoo
far and got TO dreaming, as he does
when he is alone, so you see it was l
who was to blame, for I should not
have said that / wanted the flowers"
You are a very brave little gill,
and / greatly admire the fidelity to
the trust imposed upon you by your
dead neither. Sill / ought to GO
something to cure your brother Of the
bad habit of lettering on the way to
school," was answered.
"Yes, 1 know, sir, but you must
never strike him."
"And you must never dictate or in
interfere with my duty. However, /
am sorry your innocent shoulders re-
ceived the blow due him and next
time remember to keep your seat"
IT can't do so, sir, and you shall
never strike him."
"And what would you do, little
impertinence, should / some time
deem it necessary?
st believe ] should kill you !" and
with flashing eyes she involuntarily
closed her little brown hands into
pigmy fists, and then, as she saw him
glance down at them with an amused
smile, continued: mo. perhaps l
could not do that, but ! should bate
you, and nothing could induce me to
ever come to school again."
"Then let us hope peace may reign
between Us, Lola, until the end, and
that / am forgiven fer the blow Of to-
day."
He extended his hand. She laid
her own in it for an instant, and
flashed upon him through her tears a
wondrous smile that lighted the dark
gypsy face as a sunbeam out of q rain
cloud. Then, placing another bunch
of the perfumed, pink, shell-like
flowers upon his desk, she turned and
vanished out Of the open door and
down the mountain side to join her
waiting brother.
Wren the master reached his board
ing house he questioned the landlady,
Mrs. Lane, regarding her singular
pupil, Lola. He learned that when
she was but four years old, a ady and
gentleman stopped at the village inn,
the gentleman too i'll to proceed. The
physician who was summoned pro-
1t q severe case OF smallpox.
They were at once isolated in q little
log cabin far up the glen, where lived
an old lumberman and his wife, who
kindly took them in. They were
parents and her father soon
died. The mother shortly after gave
birth to . poor, sickly baby as unlike
his sister as possible. Mrs. Danforth
was said to have been Spanish and an
or danoer-Mrs. Lane did not
remember which-and from her Lola
inherited her wierd beauty. As 1t
turned out, Madame Danfortha was
left quite impecunions upon the hands
of the good lumberman snd his wife,
and receiving no letters, she settled
down mournfully to the instruction Of
her children, who, the lady declared,
could chatter to each other in French
and Spanish like everything" To
help toward her support 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 twelve-year-old daughter,
gasping out her life. When she had
commended her children to 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 be older than she
looks" said Mr.. Leslie, deeply inter-
estsd in the romantic history.
"Yes, she is sixteen. and still re-
sides with the old people up the glen.
But, AZ she is getting strong enough to
work, I presume she will soon have to
70 out to service, though her foster
parents will be 10th to give her up.
They look upon 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, and that night
his dreams were all Of the little dark
face In which was blended tenderness
and defiant anger. But at last he was
awakened by 3. confusion Of sounds,
and became aware that the predicted.
thaw had come, and sent a thousand
little rivulets down the mountain side
to burst the icy letters and swell Glen
Elder Creek to a mighty and turbu-
lent food.
Hastily dressing and gsing out Of
doors he found the village flooded and
the house he called home In danger Of
being swept away.
"To the hilis!" came q shout, and
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