The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1883-09-12
DECIDED BY A FREsHET.


Thomas Hood.
DECIDED BY A FRESHET.
Yes Louise Raymond said, nod
ding her head so that the golden
brown hair on her forehead danced
coque,tishly up and down-'Ies, |
am pretty, but | don't think | am
sufficiently beautiful to send all the
young men of my acquaintance into
ecstacies over me; and yet l know
am pretty
And as she gazed composedly into
the depths of her mirror she took
from her belt withered white rose,
and bunch of faded pink hyacinths
and then arched her pretty eyebrows
over them in a puzzled fashion.
Philip Marion gave me the roses,
she soliloquized. philip is very
handsome fellow, and | always did
have a weakness for handsome tel-
lows; and besides, they say he is a
rising young man in his profession.
Well, like talented lawyers, too, so
| | will keep the roses little while.
And here are Max Hubert's hya-
cinths-poor, silent, awkward Max |!
And vet there is something about
him that won't let you despise him.
He certainly is not handsome, and
vet his face reminds YOU of one of
those old marble creatures one sees
in the Academy of Designs. Well,
| won't throw the hyacinths away,
either-at any rate not till come
back from Grandma Carlisle's.'
A few days before, Grandma Car
Isle had written a piteous letter to
her step-son up in town, setting forth
that she was not feeling at all well
this winter, and was so lonesome she
did not know what to do with her
self, and begging one of her three
grand daughters to come down and
stay with her awhile.
And Louise had astonished the
whole family by volunteering to go
to Grandma's.
MY dear child Mrs. Raymond
had said, you don't know what YOU
are undertaking, 1t is common
farm house, and SO awfully lone
semel'
And the old lady is as full of
whims as an old lady can be- the
elder sister, Augusta, said. Indeed
you may 90, for all mel
We'll, Louise had declared, Il am
tired of balls and dancing, and II
o'clock suppers, and matinees and
| mean to go and try the other ex-
treme-iust for fun
You will find it anything but fun,
my DEAR Mrs. Raymond rejoined,
adjusting her eye glasses upon her
aristocratic nose.
Well, at any rate, l mean to try
Louise persisted, valiantly, and,
papa, | want you to write to grand
ma that | am coming
The scene was indescribably beau
tiful to Louise Raymond that frosty
winter night, as the jolting, lumber
ing old wagon, with a buffalo robe
thrown over the seat and the sleepy
old horses trotting along in front,
came into the turn of the road from
which she could see the ancient
farm house, brown with a half Gen.
tury of suns and rains, while the
brown, wooded hills rose up on ev-
cry side. and one ruddy beam of
light glanced from the windows un-
der the caves of the old house, max
ing very beautiful the brightness
across the road in front of the farm
house door.
You'll find it desperate lone
some," the rough charioteer said,
who had been sent to the depot to
meet Mrs. Carlisle's granddaughter.
but she's expecting you'll come
lonesome or lively
Lonesome !! cried Louise, gleeful-
ly, as she sprang out Upon the snowy
ground. Why, | think it is splen-
did =
And she entered the CHEEKY kitch-
en-, all aglow with a roaring fire of
pine logs on the hearth.
Grandma Carlisle had evidently
expected her, and as evidently be-
stirred herself for the occasion, for
the table was spread with hot short
cake, baked apples fairly smothered
in rich yellow cream, quivering
ounce jelly and homemade cottage
cheese, whiie the old lady herself, in
fresh cap and ribbons, came forward
on her crutches to welcome her
granddaughter.
Why, my DEAR she cried, taking
a long survey, you are pretty as a
pictureP
Yes Louise said. blushing and
laughing. oh, Grandma, what
glorious fire you have got, and what
a darling, old fashioned tea urn, oh,
how good everything does SMELL l
haven't had such an appetite in an
age
And before Louise Raymond slept
that night, she had taken Grandma
Carlisle's heart by storm.
She had been an inmate of the
farm house for few days when a
storm came on, which made the old
lady's rheumatism grow so much
worse that she was obliged to keep
her room, but Louise went about as
light hearted as ever, doing the whole
work of the house. with such assist