The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-10-23

"Oh, for wise woman to unfold the
mysteries of futurity-for o clue of
hidden meaning of q sweet voice or a
gentle glance! remember how, rs q
boy, / used to write in my copy book,
over and over again, All is not gold
that gliters !" Can it be possible that I
am destined to live over the significance
of the words? II Julia Deerhaven is
not perfect. then women are more of
distributors than have any idea.
And DR.. Dick Carisforde, too unquiet
to sit still, went for long walk. whose
windings took him past the one-story
scbool-house where Miss Deerhaven
taught young Indies how to shoot, at the
rate of twenty-four dollars month, and
in sight of the lower farmhouse, under
the hill where Farmer Deerhaven HIM
self .lwelt, trying to force precarious
living out OF the sterile .al rocky soil.
For the fair Julia was the eldest Of
seven young Deerhavens, and money
didn't grow III every blackberry bush
in the pasture meadows. by amy means,
as the poor tiller of the soil found to his
cost.
1t was Id very tempting casket to
enshrine the jewel Of Julia Deerhaven's
rich blonde beauty-yet Richard CARTS
forde stood looking at it az lovers will
gaze upon the homes of those they have
learned to worship, until the purple
clash came down. like royal curtain,
all glittering with stars and IL Light
flashed out Of the lowly easement, where
perhaps. oven then. julia was tighten.
ing her mothers household cares with
the tender ministrations of filial love.
He stood quite silent and immovable
for full ten minutes--then started as if
from magnetic trance.
II can but try it," he said. as If
addressing some other presence than his
own individuality. ut seemsa strange
unnatural way of solving the riddle,
but lam placed, just now, in position
where correctional form and mere sur.
face inquiry are actually worse than
nothing. l will go back once again to
the pictured visions OF my boyhood. and
temporarily play the part OF the dis
guised Sultan who visited the streets OF
the Eastern city. seeing life, as from his
throne, he never could have had the
opportunity to beholdits various phases.
Hetty's real friendship f,r me deserves
that the matter should be tested-and if
she is really right, why them"
Mr.. Carisforde did not finish the
sentence-it was not all alternative upon
which he liked to look.
Miss Deerhaven released from the
duties of preceptress of the little school.
house ut the cross roads, was stretched
upon the kitchen lounge, in no very
picturesque disha6i0e, her feet thrust into
loose slippers. her yellow hair pushed
back, and novel in her hands, while
the six younger Deerhavens were play
ing about the floor, and their mother,
flushed and wearied with her long days
work which was not yet approaching it's
end-bent over the cooking stove-when
knock sounded on the outer door Miss
Deernaven started to her feet.
eff it should be anybody" she
exclaimed, soto voce, land such fig
ure!"
"Oh, pshaw !" said Josey, the eldest
how ssTnla's viSitors oil on tn the front
door, and old Carisforde had gone to
New York, cause Miss Hetty told me so
when I took a pail of blackberries up
there to sell this mornin'!"
"Will you stop your noise" said
Miss Julia, imperiously, "or I will
give you something that will make you
Mother, why don't you go to the door ?"
81 thought perhaps you were going,
my dear" said the farmers wife, hum
bly,.
"Well, I'm not" said Julia, petu-
lantly; IT should think You might know
enough for that, and one in this dress
Hurry up, why don't your"
Mrs. Deerhaven obeyed her pretty
daughters not very ,lutiful injunction,
and found herself confronting tall
slouching looking fellow, with his hat
drawn down over his eyes and both
hands in his pockets.
"Heerd as how Farmer Deerhaven
wanted hand to help along with his
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