The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1883-05-04
THE GIRL H. KNEW.

Between the wiu,iow whicR Mile had
hastily shroude from outer view and
- road, lay only strip OF garden,
flowing witt all the bright autumn
llowers known to nature, and set be-
tween box borders and tiny paling
fence. The house itself was smartly
painted and covered with luxuriant
creepers; and on the gate was fixed a
bearing the inscription, 'sDr. Seaton,
Surgeon, &c. In fact. it was the
doctors house, and Mile was the
doctors daughter. and managed wonder
fully, the neighbors said, with one little
girl from the Orplanage, to- assist her
in the household, for'Dr. Seaton's prac-
tice was not only small but poor, and a
regular servant was beyond their means.
At present, Mile was making the crust
Of tart for dinner, and had been
greatly aggravated, for, naturally, she
desired to see what she was doing, and
had drawn the curtain back-and an
omnibus, full of passengers from the
Ludlow Arms To the station, lad
driven past, everyone turning his head
TO stare. And then q man in Gig, with
lady, who had said aloud, in such
understanding tone, "What \ pretty
COTTAGE And then young man, in
dandy sportsman costume, with gun
on his shoulder. and followed by boy
with n game-bag, had sauntered by,
never taking his eyes off the window
Actually staring at ne, said Mile
IL declare it is too bad. / wish the
house wasn't right in the middle of the
road, so that everybody that goes past
can see right into the Kitchen she adj
died., in Il temper. Its like living in
peep show"
.Why, Millle,' piped the old grand
father, from his cane-bottomed chair,
tilted precariously on its binds legs by
the garden door, why, Mile, you
wouldn't like to be hid away in the
middle of a grove, like the great folks
at the hill?"
Eyes, l would said Mile with EN-.
phasis.
''Why, Millie,n repeated the old man
mildly. as one addresses delirious per.
son, ''you couldn't see the omnibus o.
by. Don't you like to watch peopl,
coming and going? do"
'"Oh, well, grandpa" said Mile, re.
covering her amiability. and smiling
over the raspberries and red currants
she was piling in Il heap beneath tn.
ilaky crust made by ber cYn fingers, u
..9pfose II .ntl rt,iin4 70 those who
!thc " md don't care until those great
droves of summer tourists rush down
here, and keep flying by, all rugged up,
glaring in at the windows, with their
white feathers and red parasols and
black moustaches, when I'm cooking ut
the window in dowdy cotton dress.
You'll own that's trying"
'.Well, those sort of people do dress
fine, must allow, but you're prettier
than any of 'em you know Mile"
Flattery, even from ones grandfather,
is sweet. Mile laughed and two dim
pies came into her cheeks.
"Youf favor your grandmother, Millie,"
continued the garrulous old man, ''and
she was called the belle of Elmtown
when courted her. She had forty-two
offers of marriage, and was the worst.
and she had me-"
'.I've never had one yet" said Mile,
taking up the tart, and looking into the
oven us she carefully placed it in.
What is more, there's no one to make
me one Not single young man in the
place?
perhaps one will pass BY some of
these days. Then you won't despise 'em
so, said the grandfather. II know
girl that lived away on a lonely moor
land farm, and not living soul came
by once year, and one day one of them
civil engineers, as they call 'em was
sent to survey the land for a branch
railway, and he saw her milking the
COW, and
Here he paused, and Mile gave
shrek
A painting, trembling boy, with his
eyes sticking out of his head, had sud-
denly dashed into the garden. and stood
before them painting and calculating:
Hes killed himself. He's killed him
SELF
lis it father" gasped Mile, tremb-
ling so that she could hardly stand.
'Hush, child. No. You've come for
the doctor, haven't your asked the old
man. "Who is it?f
ats Mr.. Archer He's shot, pant
ell the boy. Hes all blood Think he
is dead. Send the Doctor Don't let
them hang me; didn't do it a-purpose.
He gave me his gun to hold and it went
oil. 9
..If he'd known you rs well rs l do,
Bill, he wouldn't have givenit to you to
hold, said the old man; "but you won't
be hung. Where is hep Mile, 30 and
find your father. Here, come along,
show me where he Is. +"
Away went the old man and the boy.
In minute more the doctor, who had
been trenching his potatoes in the little
field behind the house, was seen to leap
the fence and run up the road after
them, with his glasses on his forehead,
and spud in his hand, and Mile lean
ing against the doorway to quiet down,
soon saw a sad procession advancing;
the doctor, his father-in-law, and two
men from the village, bearing amongst
them shutter, on which lay figure i'll
dandy sportsman's attire-all bloody
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