The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1888-04-27
YOUTHS DEPARTMENT.


BE careful. Hope. aud don't sing.
dear; Il Is q dangcrful road. whcreon
you might draw c,i notice"
Yes, mother. IN keep my mouth
Just So" and the little maid pressed
her lips firmly together.
give yourself breathing space"
said the mother. smiling: and. locking
into her darling's bag. 10 see Il her
luncheon was all right, she kissed her
again, and watched her trim down the
road. A Hope turned out OF the lane
she looked back. kissing her hand in
farewell. and Mrs Raymond went
slowly into the house. II don't know
why Il is" she mmrmurcd. ..but my
heart nisgives me sadly. i am sore
tempted to call Hope back. But fool
fish, sinful woman" she added. reso-
lutely. ..you have had better training
than to mistrust the Lords provi-
dence."
She set about her work. for in the
early colonial days the farmers wife
afforded . very good illustration Of
perpetual motion. This was especially
true Of N~ew-London. or Pequctt. where
che rocky. sterile soil demanded the
constant care Of husbands and wives.
The farm Of Oliver Raymond was
four miles from town. but il was not
for the children 10 come
even farther than this 70 get the benefit
Of the school which the ~colonists Of
Pequett had succeeded in establishing
with much expense. For some time
Hope RAYMOND ran along in strict
obedience to her mothers injunction.
then she paused 10 listen TO 4 birds
song. or gather a flower. The road.
which was newly opened. ran through
che heart Of the forest, and wound
out into a long stretch. bordcred on
each side by perpendicular cliffs and
dense growth OF bushes. and halfway
between the town and farm was =
great mass Of granite. fully fifty feet
high
Il was a beautiful September MORN
ing. The trees, through their thick.
green garb. showed here and there =
| faint dash Of co~ldcn-scarlet; the chip
munk and squirrel darted M and
down the gray trunks. or swung from
branch to branch; the sober brown
eedars tried 70 look bright with dingy
red touches; the wild grape vines
trailed along the ground. weighted
with luscious fruit: the stately golden
rod bent its head in the gentle breeze.
A wiser head than our eleven-year-old
Hope might have yielded to Natures
enticing charm. She paused 10 pick
\ ripening grape. or add To her little
bouquet. And ~ she did. her voice
rams u in some childish ditty 50 clear
and sweet that the feathered warblcrs
stopped to listen TO their new rival.
But something else heard the child.
and crcpt cautiously through the un-
dergrowth.
aust another. and what . pretty
noscgay Ill have for the teacher" said
Hope. As she BEN over a flower. She
had gained the curve in the road now.
and Welding TO q sudden impulse,
turned and looked back. For 4 mo-
ment she stood paralyzed with fear;
for down tbe~rond gaining upon her
with every lopc 81 its long. gaunt body.
was one Of the terrible gray wolves Of
Peauett. Hope thought OF every tale
told Of their ferocity, and with q terri
fed scream darted forward. but there
Was no tree. no refuge nc hand. Oh,
II she could only reach the great
rock. The little feet barely touched the
Ground. But The wolf gained al .
boundl
Hon. was almost at the rock: she
gained II and with trembling fingers.
tried 10 climb M the notches. but,
frightened and exhausted. slipped back.
~ . second she Law m~otienless: her
.ur.uer w.s NOT 6ftv wards distant
.rd = everv bound rave ! sharp CRY
~h;ch xas answered IN wells from the
sorast Acain Hone essayed b. climb
- she ledge. The notches had been
80. ~ ,he hunters 81 IN colony. who
.sssr lcft SIGNALS for one another upon
49, Al s~urface 81 Inc rock. but they
h,d becn made for men. and a. the