The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-03-22

his own team, light, handsome buggy and
dark chestnut bay, whose glossy coat
shone like satin.
He seemed to have finished his business
in the neighborhood, and only fingered
about the home of Louise enjoying sort of
elegant leisure. For long time silence
reigned in that little room before Louise
broke it by making the remark about Emf.
ly Stanhope. No answer had been re.
turned, and the girl continued to rock her
self back and forth for the next ten min.
utes in perfect idleness, with a wistful,
longing look in her big blue eyes, as
though she had wish, but feared to form
it into words. She ventured, at last
another remark.
Emily was just as old as am now
when she went awey to school, and that
was two years ago. Last night at the par
tv ali the young men were waiting on her,
and hardly wanted to notice anybody else.
She was dressed so beautifully, and didn't
look like any of u.s."
"Well, child" sighed the mother, "fath-
er is not so rich as Mr.. Stanhope, and, be-
sides, he always said that he loved you
lOO VIGIL ~ 4cI SOu ~ away AOAA AA1x ~
iar and f,r so long time."
''But mother, l would so like to go to
boarding-school, just year, and as father
has only me to spend his money on, why
not let me go?"
"Ask him; if he does not object won't
say word against your going; but take
the pitcher to the we'll for some fresh water:
~, <. s,,ek In
'Why not send Amy for the water7
don't want to do the servants work. I
want to &c to school. Emily says she
Lever inter % work about the house any
more. No lilies ever do"
"Why! Louise; what has come ovel your
You had better not let your father hear you
talk so; if he does hear you, good-by to all
your school notions; go get the water"
Louise took up the pitcher with sullen
air and started for the we'll. As she passed
out through the door where her father sat,
he reached out and caught her arm, and,
drawing her to his side, spoke lovingly but
decidedly.
II have heard your conversation with
your mother ABOUT going off to boarding
school, and it grieves me to see you so anx-
ious to leave your home, but you need not
hope to do so while you are under my charge;
you are fine enough for my daughter now,
so don't let ME hear another word about
boarding schools. Now kiss me and be a
good girl"
She kissed him, but it was not the inno-
cent kiss of heart free from guile.
When she reached the we'll she was sur
prised to find the strange gentlemen sitting
quietly on the curb as il waiting for her to
come.
Advancing to meet her, he took the pitch
er from her hands and said, in his softest,
blandest tones: II came to help you with
this heavy bucket. You are too little and
light for such heavy work; sit down here
while fill your pitcher"
He seated himself beside her saying:
| '"And so the little wild bird would like to
| fly away from this rough nest to a mere
beautiful home would she9 Now, if she
were my little sister, she could go to home
| in the city more lovely than Emily Stan
| hope has ever dreamed Of"
The girl listened with rapt attention.
If father would only send me there; he
is able to do it, but he won't, just because
want to co." she burst out with at last
struggling hard to suppress her tears of dls'
appointed vanity.
In the suburbs of city reposing on the
high bluffs overlooking the broad Mis~issip
| pi, stood noble mansion, its rooms decked
off with costly furniture and surrounded by
garden SC tastefully laid out as to attract
| and charm every eye. Strolling up anc
down its broad walks could be seen at times
many forms Of rare loneliness, and Louise
was one of them. Dressed out in costly
robes, she was the most beautiful of them
all. They were fallen angels; her wings
we're yet unsoiled, save by contact with
them. The girl had never heard an impu G
word in all her life. But few days
residence in that house could not fail to
open her eyes to the surroundings, and she
began to realize that instead of attending
school, she was condemned to life of in.
amy. Rushing into the presence of her de-
stroyer, sh. sought to overwhelm him with
reproaches, but instead of words, her life
came ebbing out in crimson stream. Cast
ing one hurried glance at her as she lay
upon Tue uOOGs tuo AoT wa AAA0 AeS al"
departed. A little later passing steamer
bore him away from the scene of his fear
full crime, and he was heard of no more.
The next morning negro going to
serve the house with milk, on her way to
the kitchen had to pass little clubhouse
and hearing piteous means and the plead
ing tones of a childish voice, peeped
through window and saw sight thai
iroze her blood. Hurrying away the WON
an had the good fortune to meet c)ergymen
whose heart was always open to the cry Of
the distressed, and to him she told her fearful
story. Thinking that murder had been
done, he obtained the services Of a consta.
ble, and made q visit to the house. The
sufferer was Louise. A physician was SUM-
moned, and every effort made to rende,
her more comfortable and calm, but al
without avail. Christian ladies came and
ministered to her, and from her wild raw.
ings they gathered the story of her abduc.
ton, but no clue could be obtained to
lead to the finding of her parents. The
mistress of the house only knew that she
was called Louise by the stranger who
brought her there. A little worn hymn
book taken from her pocket had only the
name Louise" written on the dy-leef and
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