The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-09-08

, ste STUN uu GRAY itit HAT Oh ntr fdtltr :
and they went gayly round the house
and through the unkept luxurious flow
er garden; then through the kitchen
garden, where monstrols cabbages sheet
ed the beds with their crumpled outer
leaves; where the strawberries blinked
rosy from amid a tangle of long suckers
where alleys were made by trained apple
trees, whose green young fruit promised
joys TO the lads and maids in the days to
come
"Ah ?" suddenly young Philipson ex-
claimed
The Corrin's fire at BaIlaseggan y and
Mr. Qualtrough turned round. There had
come golden, springing, flashing light
on his glass houses.
"Horridr' Nessie exclaimed angrily-
and ours not alisht yet. Jim is horrid!
specially gave him orders to light up
early, because Mona Corin declared they
would have the finest show III be
speaking to him tomorrow morning.
'.Do, dear, do,p Willie, her cousin said
Il will And she ran on In a mo-
ment she was seen flying up TO the wood
en- ladder which led up to what they
called their lookout" square miniature
tower which gave Il grand view over
miles and miles of firInlands, of distant
mountains of western sea, and-a sight
| of all for strangeFs-of one bit of savage.
storm battered Calf of Man "Grandw
she cried joyously. @Grand We're
alight now Eh I'll not heed Mona hav-
ing the start, we'll be far the finest"
A pale golden fire began TO simmer
on near by hill, it spread and spread
rntil verify the whole of the hillside was
a tricksy flashing dance of fire.
-our gorse is not there? p Doyle Won
dered
"Eh No. This Is my private busi-
ness Jim and did this in the morn
ing"
so. That is how Jim does his weed
ing?" her father began
YES. That'll be his manner Of weed
ing Of Midsummer Eve. He couldn't do
less than obey his mistress ~
''No, Mr. Philipson, she went on The
bits of fuel We got this evening are on the
other side, Look | saw Jim run across
only two minutes ago; hell be lighting
II up now
She was right \ hilloeky lift of the
land was spangled all at once with patch
es of fame, ruddy flame, golden flame,
flame that sputted and fixed as il mister
ed the juices of the green bracken.
'We have an extra grand show to-
night girls Mr.. Qualtrough began. "Who
shall say our old customs are dying oat
But expect it is as much in your honor
as in that of the fairies and witches" ne
nodded to the young men
They, seated like the girls, on the bat
Elements of the miniafurs tower, were
gazing here and there, as one quarter,
and then another was made alight
Beacons, like stars, blazed out far away
Evidently the whole neigh borhood was
Of one mind.
I'VE will not accept that idea tonight,
SIR DOYLE answered. No. 10: let MS
not tempt the powers. But can We not
go among it all Two minutes viii take
Us where Jim is.
''oh if you like"
80 they left the gardens and tramped
over field to the hillocky ridge There
was good deal of talking and laughing,
as might be supposed, but among it all
Meta was again silent. She was wearing
her one marsh marigold stuck under her
chin, as girl might wear brooch. She
was very careful of it, keeping her light
wrap well away from it. What danger of
cold could there be ON such sweetly
warm summer night.
She fingered behind. But among such
gay string of merry folks whos would
notice one striggler?
Nessie was by Jim and talking hard
and fast. No one paid any heed to her,
but we must, for the subject of her talk
ing affects our story
There We're nine lots, jim"
-Eh, missee. I'll know that; and nine
have | set the light teu,1 refining his
words real Manx fashion.
Then where are they? Six-seyen--
eight" she counted
Its beyond me, missee; but nine'll be
TIE number | kindled. Sure, by token
I'd only ten matches in my box here, an
one | left for my pipe. Pfahr' he blew
on to the pipe bowl ''It's nigh out shell
be, missee, with me talking an talking"
He here took a good Whit to ward of
the fulfiilment of his woris.
~The boys must have matches, I'll by
no means go without my nine.'
Nessie was always bit selfwilled.
-Eh missee ?--let be- | wouldn't in
terfere-"
Interfere
SURE
~What stuffr' Nessie's play had no
faith-no faith of the timorous sort, ut
least '.I'm ss strong IL the fairies If
they pun the fire out I'll light il again
That | willv'
She ran back To the young men.
Whereat jim raced the inevitable and /
bestowed all his active care upon his pipe. (
He shrugged his bent shoulders perhaps (
it was at the foolhariiness of young maids. I
All at once new blaze of light sprang
into the gray night. 1t came with a
sudden flash just behind where Nessie
and the boys stood and talked.
One golden fash there was dry gorse 4
had caught y smoldering spark, left at 1
the very tail. as one might say, of Jim's
ninth match Then the flash died down
then-another blaze, and brighter more
golden blaze A quick, short cry on the
top of it: ~Ahw
Metas foot treading on the unseen dry
gorse had pushed it toward the dying
match-had kindled the fiame-and. her
dress. soft muslin thing, had been
caught by it.
There WAS a rush. All were first and
all were last, it seemed Meta was down
upon the ground before the rush and
cry were done. Every fame was out, ev-