Connecticut western news., 1886-05-12
THE SQUARES APPLES.

- -AASAs " AAss = AS~-V~s "Such pretty apples!" cried Linnet Dessoir, ecstatically. "With red cheeks, just as if fairy pencil had painted them, and delicious, bloomy streaks here and there! should like to copy them on plaque or panel or something, if only one could be sure of reproducing those delicate tints of rose and white!"
 ''Well, I declare!" said Rose Hebron, the country cousin, whom she was visit ing, laughing with merry, thrush-like laugh, as the two girls sat on a moss .enameled boulder under the boughs of the iady-apple- tree, with here and there ayellow leaf auttering dreamly down at their feet. "Who would dream of such a apoetical description applying to the ap- ples that grow in Squire Sandford's or chardF'
 'sWasn't it good of him to allow us to gather them1" said Linnet, trimming the side-leaflets off lovely branch of yellow golden-rod.
 s'1 shall not believe that they are ab- solutely ours though" declared Rose, -'until see them in the old apple-b;n at home." ''Why notr'
 stoh, Squire Cedric is eccentricw Rose answered, carelessly.
 "Cedric2 Is that his name2'
 3fYes. Isn't it an odd relic of the Saxon times2" laughed Rose.
 '1t's very romantic name" remarked Linnet, wrinkiing her brows in pretty consideration of the epithet.
 'He isn't romantic," observed Rose. 'Isn't he2 But why not2"
 ''He's so old Thirty, at least!" Rose responded, with an emphatic nod of the head.
 'Horrid ogre" said Linnet, who was in her seventeenth year. fCome, Rosey, let's go home. Pm as hungry as canni- bal! Gathering apples is such hard work p' She skipped ahead, with her yellow tresses floating behind, like stray strands of sunshine, and her white dress rustling over the drifts of perfumed leaves that carpeted the path.
 Rose followed, with affectionate eyes of admiration.
 'sWhat is the difference between me and Linnet2" she asked herself. "My dress is white also; my hair is as golder as hers. Why is it that she is like { dancing sprite-I, a plodding human be inga"
 Poor little Rosy! She did not realize that Linnet Dessoir had grown up in al altogether different atmosphere; that Lin net had unconsciously modelled her dress from the graceful robes which her father the artist, kept to drape his lay-fgures that her eye had been trained, her tast, cultured, in every possible point.
 stHe's only poor struggling artist ? tously to observe, when he saw his broth er-in-lsw's name among the lists special ly honored by the Academy of Design.
 "He's good follow enough" Eugen Dessoir airily remarked, when his sgricul tural connection happ med to be men toned. "But he hasn't an idea be yond his own fat cattle! He don't live he only vegetates!"
 Linnet, however, the bright, mother less young beauty, was great favorite C the kind-hearted Hebrons; and when sh had SO enthusiastically admired the bea, tiful pink-and- white lady-apples on Squil Sandford's tree, Mir. Hebron had gone $ far out of his way to ask the squire for barrel.
 "Just to please the little girl, 1" said h. s'She thinks a deal of pretty things"
 s'She is quite rwelcome," said Squil Sandford, with formal politeness. '' YOU will send a barrel to the tree to-mo row. MT. Hebron, it shall be filled f your niece"
 And when the squire said this he pic ured in his minds eye the aforesaid nle' as a romp of eleven or twelve, wi shingled hair, freckles and preternatura ly long arms.
 All night long Linnet Dessoir dream' of the lady-apples, and when the s' rose, sphere of rubbed fire, above t eastern hills, she jumped out of bed al dressed herself with haste
 q can't sleep another minute," sa she. 'It's just the very soft of mornil to walk out across the woods and look the lady-apple-tree, with the little spri gushing out so close to its roots, and blue asters, and thickets of golden-re by the stone fence. I won't wake Ro Rosy was up late last night, putting bels on the quince jelly. I'll let sleep, and go by myself"
 But Miss Hebron was no more of a l. gard in the morning than was her c cousin. At seven precisely she knocl It Linnet's door, but the bird had fov Z es5ow proyoking!' said Rose. q - & As mnst havslTon1