Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-11-14


don't think he would have minde
it so much-so very much-but
slight shower came mp while W
were dancing, and we all rushe'
back to the pavilion"
Here Miss Rose paused again.
A dimpling smile stole into he
round, rosy clock.
"Tbere was alittle spot OF marsh.
ground on the path, and the rail
had made it worse. So, when WI
came to that-you see, L had on m,
light shoes-Merlin threw down hi
coat, and nothing would do but
must walk over it. And when
looked up, just as we entered the
pavilion, whar an expression there
was on Raymond's face! I do be
lieve he was blowing off steam, t
himSelf-in German.n
"My dear,n said Grace, timidly,
"don't you think with me that Mr.
Wells latte ntion WAS slittIes outso
place-thatlt was conspicuous?'''s
Miss Rose youchsafed,no reply tt
this.
"Don't you think, dear, yol
might have reached the pavilion
safely, as the others did, simply by
walking on the groundW
II am tired and sleepy; I must &C
to bed" said Rose, suddenly get
ting up.
Then she glanced at Grace's face
"Smile!" she commanded. "Dc
You think L am going to say good
night to such eyes as those? Smile
at oncep'
The grieved look melted into
tears. With loving arms twined
around each others neck, the two
sisters silently. But their
goodnight kiss was the sweeter fol
their tears.
CHAPTER III.
In the quiet days that followed
perhaps because thei were living
nearer together, more in sympathy
with each other Grace noticed that
Rose WAS more than usually silent,
that under her Joyous laugh showed
the glimmer Of crowding tears
But Rose observed that Grace grew
more thin and wan, that her strength
seemed to he consumed.
One evening Grace drew Rose to
her. The young girl came and
knelt by her side in the old, famil'
lar way, the pretty bronze-browl
lovelocks fulfilling over her lap, the
white arms softly upthrown.
"Dear," Said the elder sister, i'll
a low voice, ..you never sing fol
me now"
NO. answered Rose slowly; sit
must bel don't know-unless-l
don't think of it,"
''You did not wait once to think
oft, Rose; you sang because you
must"
..Yes; that does make a differ
=nne..--in. feel tlse. :nIlSic in ole
When bird is being cooked and
eaten, l suppose 1t does not fee
like singing"
sWhat in the.world doyou mean
childyn
"Mean? Nothing--I never mean
anything; that's why [ get into sc
much trouble
The girl spoke in careless way.
buta moment after she spoke more
seriously.
.Do you know, Grace. I was
reading, this morning, she old story
OF the knightly lover, who had a
beautiful bird that his lady covet
ed. He was very poor, but be
would not sell his bird. But, one
fine day, the princess sent a mes
sage that she WAS coming to dine
with hun, and, as he had nothing
in his Harder Tor so dainty lady
he babe his cook kill tie bird and
serve it,"
Here Rose paused moment, fol
a sound Of tears were in her voice
She put her hand over her eyes.
at is such a story, Grace, CAM
tell it us it ought TO be told; but the
Knight must have sataLd looked a
herScan'l you fancy it9-while she
sat at his table and ate his fruga
dinner-and tlen-she said she
would love him-be his own true
princess--if he would give her biz
bird"
.Well,n said Grace, smiling, "the
princess did get the bird in one
way. if not in another. And won
der if the Young knight quite loved
her when he saw her eating itm
ooh, you hard.hearted woman,
cried Rose. '.But thought of that
too.
Then rising, with a quick change
of manner, she said: ~ wonder i
Ray would contribute his beloved
violin to make fire. for me ii
were freezings'
Grace began to understand.
The next day Miss Wilmot wa
not so well. She was lying OH th'
sofa IN the little parlor when Ros'
camein and knelt by her and tool
her two hands. The girl had
strange. sad feeling, as if she were
lost in a wood, with no one to SHOW
berthe way out.
81 don't know what to do TO
YOU" she sobbed. "You are get
ting worse, Grace, what is it?'
Shall send for some one? Oh,wh.