Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1886-10-21

than she did, but she assiduous,y cult
waited her, because the lady moved il
the best society. She readily accepted
the invitation to step into the eicgan
little phaeton, and so unconscously
made IL misstcp; for at Starville Centre
the carriage was run into b y heavy
team, and, as the wheelwright conld
not satisfactorily repair it until the
next day, the ladies We're forced tc
spend the night at The village hotel
which, fortunately, WAS very comIorta-
bic.
They returned in good spirits, and
hat clatel with their adventure
had late dinner; and looked about
them. 1t was a cool, bright afternoon
but the tennis ground and the croquct-
lawn We're deserted-there were no
ladies IN the parlor, NJ gentlemen on
the porch only a solitary invalid lady
sewing in the wide hall. All the peo-
pie had gone 'huckIeberrving,' she
said-'gone to Dewing3 Pasture
I know where it is! 1t is lovely
and cool down there. Let us 60. -
cried Vesta.
'Hnckleberrying : cried Amelia, dis
danfnlly. "ShaII You GO she inqnir-
cd Of Miss Catherwood, who was kirt-
ling mp her carrigrdress.
Certainly replied the lady, who
Thought John st. Rose might be there
when am in Rome, always do as
the Romans do
Vesta, tripping along, came first into
the Pasture 1t was pretty spot
Great oak stood about, and the river
near y eli cled it, like ribbon Of blue
steel. 1t was full of boskv knolls and
some kind of a fragrant bush, honey
sweet with blossoms; and all about
came the flight and song of birds.
Oh, screamed Vesta, this is the
prettiest place we have been vet. This
Is real country.
\ grey dress and shaker bonnet rose
up from behind a huge hucklcberry.
bush.
DO YOU ENJOY it so much, my dear;
Well SO do |, have not been huckle-
Deriving before for forty years
Such a pleasant, aged face, and such
Il soft, old voice Ncsta stepped near
cr to the big bush and the little
woman,
1 haven't amy paul, she said. Iet
me help You fill yours.
She had grown quite familiar with |
the old lady IN the shaker bonnet in
half an hour, and the two quart pail
was nearly full of the ripe purple fruit
when voices drew near.
lluckleberries, indeed. | wouldn't
touch the dirty things for the world
staining ones fingers and getting bugs
on your clothes! Ugh. Where is Nesta? .
Oh, there she is, hard at it with some
hldeous old woman she has picked up
Amelia and Miss Catlerwood APP
preached, and John st. Rose was with .
them.
Are You enjoying yourself?' he ask
ed cheerilv, of the old lady; and then
he added Allow me to present You to
my mother ladies.
Mrs. St. Rose took off the shaker.
bonnet, and showed her lovely old fact:
flushed softly with the exercise and
oXertion.
1t mas been Il most novel and delight
ful afternoon, john she SAID. And
it is an unusal experience for YOU, too,
IS it not 2 turning to the others, with a
omethiny in the keel blue eyes which
ooIS of general inquiry. But there was
made Amelia understand that she had
oeen overheard by the hideous old
woman. The latter took her sons
lrm, while he took the pail of huckle-
berries, and the party walked out Of
he Pasture
That evening, young St. Rose said :
We'll. mother. those are the Misses
NYIie | wrot you of. How do yon
ike them !?
The youngest is dear little thing.
should like her for a daughter
4 was not prepossessed in her favor.
Now, as there was nobody in the
world John St. Rose thought so much
# as his beautiful little old mother, it
$ not 70 be wondered at that these re {
marks made the deepest impression i
'pon him. lie had always thought $
rsta pretty. Now, as he looked at
er brown eyes aul modest brow, he /;
owed her. And there and then--fresh t
rom huckleberrying resolved to
,ln her.
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