The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-09-11

mended MS stockings SO Duh,iuSiy
that they hurt his feet; and sheorgo'
to make his bed every other dayon an
average.
"Ah, well!" he consoled himstf; 81
s'pose all women are alike. hdian
Oscelita amt cut arter that pattern,
though. I'm level sure Of that" |
Oscelita Dean came one day, on per
fathers steamer, to the little hfk.
with an offering of freshly-gahfed
blueberries, radiantly-spotted irds'
eggs, and a fan of eagle plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thanks!" said Cynthis tossing
her head. 81 don't care for trds' egg
collections. We've plentyGof blue
berries here. What do you ak for the
eagle fan?'
Oscelta colored little.
81 meant it for a present. said she.
"Will you accept it?" b.
81 couldn't think of such "a thing
said Cynthia, primly. 81 never re-
ceive presents"
"Then 1 shall leave it fG Mr.. Cop
ley," said Oscelita, smiling, as she
hung it over the old hunterb big chair.
"He will like it, know"
Cynthia looked quickly aound. Was
it possible that Oscelita WIS man@u-
vring to entrap Uncle Fin for a hus-
band? He 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, flute-like voce.
"It's the dismalest place / ever came
across in my life," said Cynthia pet
tishly.
at doesn't seem so to me- said
Oscelita. I'm my eyes it is home"
TASTES differ" said Cynthia, with a
well-emphasizedt sniff.
But, as she sat there, she conld see
that Oscelita was,tall and slender, with
a complexion of the richest olive
dark. liquid eyes, and hair like je,
silk. And, all in a second, she fell
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 ant
see you this long time," said Osce lit;
in her low, mild tone.
"Much obliged, / am sure" said Gym
thia. ''But l have resources within
myself which preclude loneliness
as there nothing | can do for you?
persisted Ocselita, thinking of the littl
boat wherewith she was wont to ro,
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 herself
"Thank you'll" once more retorte
Cynthia. 81 don't know of anythin
unless, indeed, you could come an
scrub half day for me every weel
l should be willing to pay a half do
lar, if
Indian Oscelita rose quietly up.
81 think you are mistaken" said sh
81 am not--a menial Good-by, Mis-
Copley.'
And Cynthia watched her unfaste
the boat and glide away on the sparl
ling floor of the lake, with slow, grac
full strokes.
81 don't think she will come again
said Cynthia, hugging herself. "Tt
idea of an Indian girl expecting to
noticed by mel'
1t was about this time that Captai
Sydford came to the Point, fishing
one of the real, live tourists for who
Miss Cynthia's soul had so longed-- an
hired room in Uncle Fin Copley
cabin.
And now began the real course
life. Miss Cynthia took her guita
screwed up its strings, and practice
SO desperately that not bald eagle r
nained within ear-shot Of the Poin
She prosecuted Uncle Fin into CRU
bing up stumps innumerable, and levt
ing down the ground for a tenn
course; and she unpacked the nets ar
balls. She placed her water color,
sketches around in the most conspic
Gus places, and posed at sunset, Wi
her easel and brushes, just where Ca
tain Sydford would be most likely
see her when he alighted from the bo
at supper time.
"She's queer old customer" said Il
captain to himself. "If she aoiU per-
herself in those exposed spots, son
high wind will blow her into the lal
some day."
"A nephew of Sir Simon Sydford,
Ottawa?" said Cynthia, almost in
scream. ''Good gracious me, Unc
Fin. why didn't you say so before?"
Didn't think of it," said Uncle Fl
"Bless your heart, we get all sorts
folks this away. Lord Dufferin hil
self came down here and stayed
night at Peter Piflin's, the guides h,
And we had bank burglar at Eas
Bay for week
And straightway Miss Cynth
, Copley. laid the foundations for an a
castle whose pinnaeles rose to the We
, clouds. She cooked the daintit