The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1884-04-25
CHATTER VIII.
VIVA has dune you wrang, fair maid,
And left you here alone2
Or wha has kissed your lovely lips,


And left you here alone?
Or wha has kissed your lovely lips,
That We ca HazetgreGn?
The smithy by the brook in which the
alder-boughs dipped stood dark and for
saken; If strangers horse should cast
shoe in passing through the village
that morning. he must cen re-shce it
himself, for there would not be one
found to lend hand i'm aid.
And beyond the smithy it was more
silent still, but the silence was of all
other sort, for here lay the coppice, that
lovers walk which of evenings was
never without its rustic pair, but by
day rested still as II cloister with the
flowers for nuns, and a bright-winged,
angelic-tongued choir of birds for
chOristers.
Here you might see, side by side, the
poplar, with its pale shimmering hue,
and the fringed larches tender green,
mingling with the young beechen stems,
that went arching and INTERVIEWING i'm
a natural trellis overhead, their shining
leavesjust bursting from their yellow
glovesl like young girls shyly emerging
from their workday grab to don glis-
tening robe Of silk.
Here too, might be seen the pale
sweet sunshine of the late-tarrying
primrose; and here, nesting close TO the
beechenroots, the wood-sorrel dropped
her exquisite little head in endless
replica toward the wildly green cup
formed by her trefoil leaves, while hard
by, the male fools orchis stood stiffiy at
arms, thepgly custodian of SO much
beauty.
God has two dwellings," said u di-
vine; "onein Heaven, and one in q con-
tented heart" and Think Madcap's
heart was hever so fit dwelling, nor
did it ever teach u higher beat of graft
tude than I'D that moment, when, with
a sudden VIVID realization Of the per-
feet Happiness of her life, she stood still
in the midstpf the lovely alley and un-
consciously stretched out her arms to
the unseen Icing who was the source
Of all.
Suddenly sle swerved aside, as close
at hand she heard sound as must have
carried comprehension with IL, even To
one who had n6ver heard or dreamed of
pain-the stifld desolate cry of soul
i'm EXTREMIST anguish. that believing
itself alone with its God, calls upon
Him by name ff succor!
Madcap trembled--crime and despair
had never I'm anIshape approached her,
and the langua6e they used was I'M
known, vet shell intuitively felt the
depths Of the pitln which yon lonely
soul was struggling, and she was not OF
those who could stand looking OH from
the shore, and heat unmoved.
The bubbling cry,
OF some strong SKINNER IN his agony.
Close to the beeden roots by which
she knelt, stood spollard oak. whose
sturdy body had shpuldered away the
underground OH ether side. and also
cleared for himself space behind. as
Madcap perceived, vhen softly pushing
her way between the 6ak and the BRAN
bles. she saw into little green interior
which contained woman. who lay with
outstretched arms and face pressed
downward against the grass.
For moment Madcap hesitated, then
entered and knelt BESIDE her; hesitated
again, then laid her hand softly on that
dark, uncovered heac trembling as
beneath her touch tbewoman shrank
violently away, with TIE gesture OF
creature that Is at once desperate and
dangerous in its helplessIfss.