Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1884-1886, 1885-07-15

carved ulpit 20 speak 10 US OF heaven, DID
they wander to tho pew where Roger sal
under the light of the great window, a.
though there were my sweetest heaven. OF
weekdays, there was not an hour that
thought not upon him.
mind right well the first time that saw
him. One summer day-ah, sweet Lord.
how long ago it doth seem,-my little merry
kitten led me a hot chase over ths green
fields and through the tall hedge that en-
circled the vicarage gardens l had never
been there before, and though half afraid Of
being found in a forbidden place, yet 1t was
so rare round about that must needs feas,
mine eyes with the delight of it. Truly, il
was like the WORKS in some book that my
cousin Priscilla read to US in the dusk of the
afternoons; book that set forth the glad
someness OF heaven; the running waters;
the trees a-blossom: tie yellow sunshine
falling. There were roses right and left; and
roses overhead; and low at my feet some
most white and delicate ones Child as
was, these last did make mo think of my
dear Puritan Priscilla This was how she
looked with her calm face, and her pale hair
shining.
Presently, however, l heard my kitten
crying. and went seeking it.
lDeTe Is my Dt6St. cTleu sharp Illus
voice; and thrown by an unseen hand, my
poor animal fell scratching and mewing
into my face.
Never mind her. said another voice;
@she likes nought but teasing. How came ye
herel'
/ looked around in sore bewilderment,
hearing speech, but seeing no one; but
directly hidden gate in front of me opened.
and two children sprang through AMI faced
me laughing.
"How did ye get here!7 asked the boy
again.
But l made no answer. For one thing. l
was much abashed; and for another, l had
n stout temper, and liked not the way in
which my pretty animal had been treated.
Il viii take thy small beast away until
ye answer said the sharp-voiced little
maiden.
And if We do, Josephine, 1 will tell my
mother" spoke the boy; whereupon pale
lady, who was walking without under the
poplar trees hearing her name spoken,
looked over the hedge and began questioning
Us When she had found out all. she seeded
me somewhat for climbing through her tidy
hedge, but when she knew ! was Persis
Carcw, whose father titled the dozen field,
back of the vicarage garlenS. AMI -eme:n-
bered my mother had brewcd her most ex-
cellent cordial for bad cough tina: had
plagued her the last winter, shs was more
gracious 20 me.
And wher, did ye get black eyesf' sho
asked me.
"From my father, madam" Then they
I'll laughed at me.
Thou shalt have rosc for thy pretty
speech, said the Wears lady.
Oh, please, a white one, madam. for my
cousin Priscilla.7
And none then for thy mother
Isle cleans house. made an,wer, AM
cares nothing for roses AMI ut this they
laughed again.
But when she Lad given mo the rose and
many another beside. till my hands We're full,
to OVERLOOKING, J raT as fast home as my
stout little legs could carry ma.
Il have seen thy Saints Rest l told
Pri scilla, and gave her all of them
1t was not long after this, that our wears
lady died, by reason of the bal couy h which
neither my mothers cordial nor that of the
London doctor couli remedy. There, one
Sunday morning, rs | came to church be-
tween my parents, l saw solemn-looking
little Roger staining all alone 10y the dark
church door, and felt such sorrow for him
that broke away from my mothers hand
and crept mp to speak to him
Thy mother is in heaven, for thcrs do all
the good people 60"
Il woull rather she were here with me"
said little Roger; and if he had been "A girl
he would have wept, but being q hoy, only
his lip quivered.
From this we were fast friends Never a
IL, 81 hat hi 4 4,
boots were not founi in our spotlesS kitchen.
4 sore trial were these dirty bootS to my
mother, for she liked not the Sudbury earth
on her clean floors; but after she had in.
structed one of the maids to follow him
around and wipe up the tracks he made, she
took kindlier to them My father, as it had
not pleased God to give him a son, made
much of Roger. He had the christening Of
all the baby animals in our barnyard; while
at harvest time his yellow head was as IA
miliar a sight in our fields as the huge brown
tankard of beer that my mother sent out to
the reapers. And where one Of Us went,
there trotted the other after. l remember
oncel that we kissed each other in
the shadow of the tall bushes by the merry
meadow-brook; and another time. when
raised great commotiun in the house by
through pouring rain AMI paddle in our
duck pond, did he coax our maids to I'LL the
washing coppers with water, SO that in
somewise l could have ms hearts desire
Sometimes his dainty cousin, Josephine,
came with him. She would never come
any farther than the trees at the foot of our
garden, for fear of the watchdog that lay
IN the doorway, then would my mother GO
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same blood, and were ever quarreling. One
time she spoke, with a turn of her nose, OF
my kinsmaid, Priscilla:
-She is hypocrite, a. all the Puri-
tans be-
Then l said not word but boxei her
ears most soundly.
When my mother heard of it she carried
me away to my father, in the hope that he
world straightway send me to beg Mistress
Jossphine's pardon. But my father grew
red in the face and chuckisd softly. and
presently went of into mighty roar of
laughter, = that Priscilla and the maids
crept 70 tn doors 10 SO, what could Be the
matter
Yet should our Persis be respectful to
her betierS, said my mother.
"The Carews lie older than the Slough
tons, was the speech my father loved the
best II Is We who be bettarS7
So my mother-~Then should we take the
lead in mannersi-
Aye answered my father. -but she i a
sour little dame AMI did well deserve it,
and think, - this day. that lie was right.
What followed afteri Tao days went on
in their oil swift way, as they will to the
End of the worll, the hawthorn blossomed
some seven or eight times, and most rare
and white iii they show by the churchyari
gate. NEere, in the deep grass, Roger
Stoushton and stood together. Ii was not
he words lie said TO ma that made me so
happy, but the tender softaess
N his vaice, ant tine look in his clear. beam
iifnl eyes Thea. also he hell my hand lin
,erinyly, as though loath t, let it ga Keep
he bl1s,cm tor me- Mistress PersiS- So we
rartsi
A. went along throayh Sudbury town.
NJ heart beat with an awful happiness
Vas It for this, NV spray OF wti.eness. that
hou haist come into the wp-ii, l could
lave gone down on my knees and kissed the
cots Of the bush that bore il As was.
ield It close 20 my lips, and aftsrwari
iipped il into the bosom Of my gown 50 that
, would b. near my hearts beating. | was
ut after some small wars for my mother,
nd because she was over particular and the
hops rather lily stocked, it took ne soma
ine TO get suited The dusk began 70 settle
n the narrow streets, and tbs roofs grew
cry golden. Coming back by the Old WY.
he wind being up aud stirring tie hawthorn |
ushes little. made them look in the dark |
ing light like fair, white ghosts GONE cue :, |
ann.