Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-08-04
What 6oyou saytoa walk over to Kings
CQmetp We could do Il bu six oas;lsSs =,

HutO O you SAY GOa WGlk over TO Ming 8
Cometp We could do it by six easily"
"Io be sure, with pleasure" said
Percival, rising; and in three minutes
they were gone, and Miss Lacy had rot
heard the word she was waiting for.
She frowned, and tapped her foot inn
patiently. "He will come back" she
said to herself, cor he will write," and
went to the window and looked out.
dreaming. "What a boy he is! what a
dear, engaging, Supplemented boy!
Oh, he must come back tomorrow, e
hars tonight" She crossed into her
bedroom and sat down before the mir
ror "Yon will be a happy woman, af-
ter ALL" she said, nodding to her own
reflection,
But Percival did not come back, and
he neve wrote. When he returned from
his walk, he found a telegram summon
ing him to his mother. She was diving,
and he started off by the night train to
London.
The Easter holidays came on, and
Penny Royal was deserted by that part
OF its population that hung about and
around the school. Boys went home
and masters a-traveling. Septimus
married and made for Italy. Mrs. Ur-
quhart departed to a seaside cottage at
Sanneton, where she spent a large part
of every year. And Miss Lacy, after pay
ing a few visits, returned rather sadiy
to Penny Royal, and took a tiny lodg-
ing just large enough for herself and
her piano. Her position was not nearly
so pleasant as it had been before. She
missed the lively, informal entrances
and exits of her brothers. rooms. She
seldom met MI. Percival, and almost
fancied he avoided her; and just at this
time her small income was reduced by
the failure of an unlucky investment.
She bethought her of Mrs. Urquhart,
and craved the comfort of her friendly
countenance. She appealed out of her
dreary mental desert spiritedly:
"Find me some work if you can. I
am lonely, out of spirits, and out of
pocket. You know what I can do, and
I feel I should like for a while to leave
Penny Royal"
Mrs. Urquhart at once bestirred her
self as a friend should, and devised a
scheme of relief. Half a dozen pupils
were'gathered together, out of the home
steads OF Sanneton, cozy rooms were
taken, and Miss Lacy arrived with her
music books and French grammars one
lovely spring evening on the top of the
Sanneton coach, comfortably wrapped
in a fur cloak, and alighted at the inn
door, where her friend waited to well
come her. She never forgot the drive
that day, over hill and down dale.
Memory stored up every incident for
future years. The few hours she sat
perched up aloft, speeding along
through the life-breathing air of the
moorland, onward through a panorama
necessarily changing, the musical trot
of the horses feet beating time upon
the white, quiet road, which wound
along the sides of hills where browsing
sheep lifted up weird faces to note the
intruders upon their quietude-the
brawl Of streamlets, through green, Sc
questered valleys where here and there
a heron stood feeding; and at last the
sea, which lay beneath and around as
they climbed the crest of the last steep
hill, toward whose softly heaving bosom
they descended as evening closed in
all this dwelt with her forever! She in
hailed it like some fragrant-bitter es-
sence, whose odors penetrated mind
and brain and mingled there with the
disappointments and hopes and fears
that clustered about her heart.
The coach was full that day. Old Sir
Joseph Osborne was inside, with his
rugs and his crutches, and his man, and
his bag of dry biscuits, and his equity
leg; and a Newmarket couple not yet
awakened from loves first dream, who
cooed together on the roof softly all
the way; and four young lads and their
tutor, %innocently planning their six
hours a day with the classics in peace
and fresh air, and destined to find there
aspell more potent than those ancient
ones could WELD, in the real present.
ment of the things they imag ed; for
here
1.-THE working seas advance to wash the shore,
Soft whispers run along the leafy woods,
And mountains whistle to the murmuring
foods"
Will the boys sit porting over books
when the trout is leaping in the river.
and the sea rolling in %gloriously upon
the beach in the beams Of the morning
sun? Shut Virgil up, pitch old Stubs
into the corner, and out into the world
that is all alive with the awakening
spring:
"on the, green turf your careless limbs
And celebrate the Mighty Mothers Day."
Mrs. Urquhart cheered up her friend,
and drove the pupils away from their
lessons in her own imperious fashion
when the mornings came that every
one must battle, or climb a hill, or run
down to the beach to see the tide come
in. Who ever worked hard at Sanneton?
She knew everybody, and carried her
friend everywhere, and here Miss Lacy
regained that agreeable consciousness
that she was not left outside the world
she lived in, dolefulest sensation in this
world to flesh and blood.
A trifling adventure which occurred
on one Of their rambles set the indicator
on the weather-glass to "change,' and
turned the current of Miss Lacy's for
tunes into their predestined channel.
Mrs. Urquhart, stumbling yer an un-
lucky loop of the bramble vine, fell and
dislocatcd her ankle, three miles from