Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1884-09-10
Uncle Fin, on his part, had not been


that they hurt his feet; and she forgo'
to make his bed every other day on an
average.
"Ah, welll" he consoled himself; 81
s'pose all women are alike. Indian
Oscelita amt cut arter that pattern,
though. I'm level sure of that?
Oscelta Dean came one day, on her
fathers steamer, to the little dock,
with an offering of freshly-gathered
blueberries, radiantly-spottod birds
eggs, and fan of eagle plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thanksl" said Cynthia, tossing
her head. 81 don't care for birds egg
collections. We've plenty of blue
berries here. What do you ask for the
eagle fan?'
Oscelta colored little.
"I meant it for a present" said she.
"Vill you accept it?'
81 couldn't think of such thing,
said Cynthia, primly. 81 never re-
ceive presents
"Then / shall leave it for Mr., Cop
ley" said Oscelita, smiling, as she
hung it over the old hunters big chair.
"He will like it, l know
Cynthia looked quickly around Was
it possible that Oscelita was manmu-
wiring to entrap Uncle Fin for hus-
band? lie would be quite fool enough
to fall into the trap.
you can do as you please about
that" said she, knitting with all her
might.
"Your are very lonely here" said
Oscelita in her soft, fute-like voice.
ats the dismalest place ever came
across in my life," said Cynthia, pet
tishly.
at doesn't seem so to me- sale
Oscelita. "In my eyes it is homc."
TASTES differ" said Cynthia, with {
well-emphasized sniff.
But, as she sat there. she could SCI
that Oscelita was tall aud slender, will
a complexion of the richest olive
dark, liquid eyes, and hair like je
silk. And, all in second, she fel
how elderly, and sallow, and plain sh
herself was!
But she was Doctor Copley's daugh
ter, and Oscelita, after all, was moth
ing but the waif and stray of thes
, wildernesses.
81 have been wishing to come an
see you this long time" said Osce lit
in her low, mild tone.
"Much obliged, I am sure,' said Gym
thia. "But | have resources With
myself which preclude loneliness"
"ls there nothing can do for you
persisted Ocselita, thinking of the littl
boat wherewith she was wont to ROY
out, in the pink sunrise, after water
lilies; of the hidden wood-nooks; tn
lovely little brooks, whittier no on
could conduct the stranger but hersel
l "Jhank you!' once more rctOrte
CYNTHIA. 81 don't know of anythin
unless, indeed, you could come an
9 scrub half day for me every wee
| should be willing to pay half do
lar, if"
Indian Oscelita rose quietly up.
"I think you are mistaken said sh
i 81 am not--a menial. Good-by, Mi
y Copley."
o And Cynthia watched her unfastc
the boat and glide away on the spar
Q ling floor of the lake, with slow, grac
!, full strokes.
;. 81 don't think she will come again
e said Cynthia, hugging herself. "Tl
n idea of an Indian girl expecting to
r noticed by me!'
e 1t was about this time that Captai
Sydford came to the Point, fishing
@ one Of the real, live tourists for who
a Miss Cynthia's soul had so longed-- ar
d hired room in Uncle Fin Copley
: cabin.
And now began the real course
!, life. Miss Cynthia took her guita
y screwed up its strings, and practice
so desperately that not bald eagle r
: mained within ear-shot of the Poin
l. She prosecuted Uncle Fin into CRU
f bing up stumps innumerable, and levt
o ing down the ground for tenn
IS course; and she unpacked the nets ar
II balls. She placed her water color,
IS sketches around in the most conspiC
Y Gus places, and posed at sunset, vii
s her easel and brushes, just where Ca
G tain Sydford would be most likely
: see her when he alighted from the bo
}, at supper time.
s "She's aqueer old customer, said IL
captain to himself. "If she aOiU perC
/ herself in those exposed spots, son
Il high wind will blow her into the lal
a some day."
/. "a nephew of Sir Simon SydGord, (
d Ottawa?' said Cynthia, almost in
), scream. Good gracious me, Unc
Fin, why didn't you say so beforo?"
: Didn't think of it," said Uncle Fl
o BLESS your heart, we get all sorts
!. folks this away. Lord Dufferin hir
h self came down here and stayed 9
d night at Peter Phin's, tho guides hu
And VIC had bank burglar at Eag
It Bay for week"
9 And straightway Miss Cynth
G Copley laid the foundations for an ri
d castle whose Dinnacles rose to The We