The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1886-11-30

picnic 70 Heml0ck Glove tomorrow.
The wagons will be full without me.
and anyway / don't think nv going
will make the party a bit pleasanter."
knew well enough what she meant,
and told her, in what / fear was
rough fashion, however well intended,
that she must not make q little goose
. of herself; that Hemlock Glove was
one of the loveliest spots in the
mountains; that we would have q
superb time; and that if any boy of my
own age, or any thing approaching it,
should play the least trick upon her,
he'd have to account to me for his be-
haviOr sfterward. Later, mother
joined her persuasions to mine; and
1 Milly, when tomorrow came, made
! one of the large party which started
/ from Rollester's at about ten O'Clock,
in three merry and copious wagon
loads. There were girls, boys and
ladies in plenty, but few gentlemen.
The drive was long one, but pictur-
esque and enjoyable. We reached the
/ Glove at about one o'clock, and found
it as exquisite a spot as local renown
had already painted it. The dusky
hemlocks thronged its deep vale,
walled in by the slOping sides of two
huge mountains. A splendid. brawl-
ing, foaming stream tnmbled through
it, making dark pools under some of
| the dark, black rocks. and at intervals
dwindling To a mere shallow and CLASSY
current
There was a great deal of mirth and
/ fun both among the old and the Young
people, as we unloaded our hampers
on an eNpanse of fresh green turf,
which looked like a velvet table-cloth
wrought by nature herself, and made
it seem an insult almos: TO employ the
snowy fabrics which we spread there.
Even the appetites of one or two in
valids in our party were wheited to
keenness; and though Milly had never
been considered in the light of a real
invalid by any body but mother, some
one of the girls gaily called out while
we were all gathered at our voracious
repast:
''Oh, just look at Milly Pringle with
that chicken-legl IL you're not care
full, Milly, you won't be able to use
your skipping-rope after dinner at
allr'
There was laugh among us all, for
every body knew of the favorite skip
ping-rope; and then another girl ex-
claimed:
"Oh, you didn't bring it, Milly, to-
day, did you?"
"Yes, she didrn cried Leila Lindsay,
who happened to be seated not far
from my sister; and then she made an
abrupt dart with one hand into Milly's
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which she shook high for a moment,
as if VIGOROUSLY.
Shrieks of laughter followed from all
the young people, and | saw Milly's lip
tremble and her cheek grow pale un-
der this sudden publicity.
Suppose we should have thunder
Storm" now called another girl. Ida
Snowe. There are no feather-pilloWs
here, Milly, for you to hide your head
in"
This caused renewed laughter, for
Milly had not conducted herself at all
bravely during the three or four severe
thunder-stOrms which had crashed and
flashed about RolleSter's since our ar
rival. But there was no storm that
day; the sky continued propitiously
blue, and after our meal we scattered
here and there, Juveniles and adults,
agreeing that a peal from the horn
carried by one of our drivers should
summon us all to the spot where the
wagons waited.
Agnes, and many others of the boys
and girls, wandered off with me. lit
was not long before we came TO part
of the Glove still lovelier than any we
had vet seen. l felt regret, when its
beauty burst upon me, after a little
turn in our rock path, that mother had
not accompanied me, so that she too
might enjoy it. | am afraid that for
got also to wish for Milly, and / now
record this with certain shame. The
stream had drifted upon one of its
level spaces, and hence was quite still;
You could hear it roar and plash lit
tie beyond, behind screens of the SOM
Der fir-trees. But here il had made
dark pool just at the hollow base of
natural grotto. The shore of this pool
was of whitest sand, and looked shoal
enough for several feet at least. show
ing the yellow pebbles for that dis
lance, below the clear surface of the
water. But as lifted my eyes, saw
that tree had fallen across parallel
with the darker part of the pool itself.
from one of the earthly hedges that
isnked it The boughS of the tree,
however, had caught against the
Jagged stone which made the ceiling
of the grotto. but these boughs were
still green. showing that the half
rooted tree lived, though poised slant
wise (as it may have been for years. |
over the calm, gloomy tide.
An idea seized one of the children To
take off shoes and stockings and wade
into the pool. 1t proved very pOpu-
lar idea-dOubtless because there was
a spice of recognized mischief in il.
confess that opposed it rather feebly, |
and soon began To- ask myself what,
after all, would be the harm in such
moist little frOlic. But II was not till |