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

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the brave outer world Of which sh,
dreamed the faithIess outer worle
which she knew ridieuIed any ancien
fantasy of custom. Should she be silent
or should she be brave end show tha
she was not too weak TO acknowledge hel
weakness? Z? One second she had for hes
itation, but no more.
will you" came the question point
edly put to her-'lay your command,
upon me, Miss Qualtrough, and tell mt
while obey ~
How light and vet how true did he look
as his elear-browed ewes met hers.
Meta flushed with pleasure. Was there
really sensible man going to listen te
her old wives fables, and listen with re.
spect? The delight of this flashed
through her and made the delicate Manx
face of the girl radiant. Manx feminine
beauty has not bad much eulogy, very
likely; but where will you find more del
icate features, brighter intelligence, and
IoANt "a sAt0NACi4 THAN ldtiCr u lAit
girls of MANI Meta Qualtrough was a
picture, with all the loveliness of those
island women
"You mean il 2- was her cry. and her
face was full of enthusiasm Her blue
eyes took fire of brilliancy, and the
clear delicate pink of her complexion
heightened its color with one quick flush,
gone as soon as it was seen.
"Assuredly | mean it. Ignorance has
/ no charms for me as it has for your cousin
there. But do not promise faith, mind
you
A shadow fell over Metals radiance.
\ very quick-eyed young man was
this. He saw it, and read, too, in his
kindly. sympathetic soul the measure of
/ her trouble. so reading, he at once set
/ himself 10 gladden. her again tie was
thinking what lovely study her radi-
ance would make for some girl saint o..
Middle Age religion.
/ Every one has a chink in his armor,
I you know and though | am matter OF
fact personified, you may-iust may
/ he smiled, find me vulnerable some
1 where
The rest were ahead, every one of them
laden with green or sun-dried stuff for
the burning These two gathered up their
burdens and followed, talking all the
way.
From the gorsy common the track was
homewari for the girls, and they crossed
meadow, stopping at its furthest side by
brook, where grew clumps of golden
marsh marigolds. These We're wanted rs
much as the dry stuff, but not for burn
ing.
Il thought not, said Edgar, the young
er of the Philipsons. They're Ear too
pretty You have some in bowl at your
house They come far before the lilies
of the London aesthetics. ia my opinion
This young man was not. like his broth
er, an artist, but trader. To put his
status quite plainly. he was a clerk in
tea merchants office. And here he was
trending ON to the debatable ground of
lily worship
very well out here" said young Quail
trough, rather testify ~but not the thing
for girls TO wear on their dresses. You
don't mean that?"
Il was thinking of that, and the other
marked the word. Miss Qualtrough"-
he turned TO Kate ''do not let him talk
you out of wearing them"
Kate had worn some only the evening
before.
"No, shall not certainly | shall not"
she cried, laughing Nevertheless she
wore only roses that night.
"What do you do with these? What is
their virtue?' Doyle asked of Meta.
'You shall see if you can be patient
Their virtue cannot say"
Empty seer cried the young men.
Yes, we've reasoned out the fires, but
here | don't know where to begin. We
always do 1.-THE children always do
it."
-What?r
We lay them about on the door sills
and the window siIls, and we strew them
about the outhouses. Ii is for good luck
We all want good luck
SO we do. but-rd like reason to
see why good luck turks within the
mysteries of these marsh marigolds more
than in other flowers
Cant give it you, but You shall have
the good luck if you'll have flower
or shall keep it back from your
'.No-no. Give IT me"
@How excited you are I've found the
chink in your armor, I've found out
your superstitions, and III just punish
your weIkeless Meta parodied some of
his own wor,is-~by not giving you the
flower"
~or--the good luck ! Oh, you WILL
NO
What was mastering this very proud
discipline of matter of fact Hi an-tan-
ned face flushed, and something carried
him out Of his former wise self He ran
back TO the brook, where he saw one
starry golden blossom leff, and plucking
it, he brought il ike trophy to Meta.
This is for you" he cried. There is
good luck infinite good luck for you,
and-if for you, then for me. You have
,r;x..a,, M. vour faith
A shout from the rest interrupted him.
Could he possibly have been going to say
that he had faith in those old wives IA
bles of Metas.
~0h, be quick they are all waiting for
Us. and Meta ran before him. She could |
by no means face any talking in such a
passionate strain a. this matter of fact |
youth was developing She felt hot, and
she ran up TO the others laughing and |
talking gayly. Certainly her humor had |
wondrously changed.
CHAPTER II.
The sweet midsummer eve closed in,
and the gray of the night came on Stran-
gers from the foreign land Of England |
wondered as they drove home from their /