The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1889-09-14

the back, where Gladys and found rich
purple clusters hanging invitingly along
the rafters Of a broken-doWn trellis belong.
ing thereto.
In the front pretty, well-kept garden,
where, doubtless, in summer the display OF
old-fashioned flowers was something novel
FOR an American to behold. But in the rem
nant Of it's former glory I took but little
satisfaction, although the display of great
clumps Of thrifty marigolds and crimson
beds of late geraniums made it warm,
rich-looking picture.
But the best part of the visit there to re-
member, to my mind, was the warm well
come we received from the matronly-look,
ing glish lady in charge.
$50 glad to have you come," she said,
smoothing out her apron of blue and white
checked linen and handing us each chair
while she talked.
In five minutes time felt perfectly Sat
Ehome' at Spring Brook, SO named from
clear. gushing fountain bubbling down over
Ipaossy powders near the house.
eli ham so very busy HIN the kitchen,
ladies, hand if you wouldn't mind toto
sit with me there, why, Hi could visit
with you to much better hadvantage,s she
said after little, with bride of her head
ana SOHL OIL HpOlOSllluR SuA6
Certainly We would sit with her there
and forthwith we sat and enjoyed her So
ciability while she baked and finished to a
turn her bread and a couple of spring
chickens meant for us. She kept no help,
50 she found it necessary to be at the helm,
company or no company. And such a
bright, genial hostess one hardly ever
meets as did the honors of Spring Brook
farm.
And now, how pleasant the recollection
of those sunny hours chatted away beneath
the weather-beaten gables Of the pleasant,
deep-windowed kitchen. l can almost see
myself rocking softly to and fro in the old
fashioned rush bottom rocker, and listening
to Mrs Greys kindly voice, or fancy mF-
self cuddled up in the deep chintz-covered
armchair by the window, watching her
busy with her work.
But that is, too, among the past, and the
twilight settling over the downs over there,
and the dark, restless waters beyond, re-
mind me that it is evening once more in the
suburban Hastings.
The great arms of the windmill look very
distant and hazy, like unto ghost.in the
air; and I hear a few rocks chattering, and
perhaps quarreling, in the elms at the back
Of the cottage. Gladys will soon light the
lamps, and then will feel obliged to go in
doors and leave the twilight; mysterious
and indistinctas it is. how love It'll It puts
me in mind Of Joaquin Miller's rest, por-
trayed in his excellent poem, 'The Rest OF
the Grave"
There Gladys has lighted up the chande-
lier'in the rosebud of parlor, and the soft
light from the colored globes falls over 9
piece OF statuary fair as Undine, and slants
like halo through the glass doors this side
And can see from where 1sit, here in the
delicious, shadowy night, cousin Hitting
about the room, and note the sweep OF he1
crimson gown. She is trying to be glad ane
happy tonight, for ] am to start for home
tomorrow, and she does not desire to leave
any unpleasant impression on memory. !.
know she is heart-sick, however, and un
derstand her assembling.
Ny luggage is ready for an early start
Miriam's picture is nicely packed for saf'
transport, and Allan Percivaps letter to he
Is safe in the bottom Of my trunk. Th'
back to Ecclesbourne and will be ready to
morrow, 50 there Is nothing left for me +
j do than to join them.
am loath to part with Gladys also. and
do my share Of descending and for tn
( same reason. am so anxious to presen
Miriam with her much-desired portrait
however and to place IN her hand the cons
inIy oyer-like, i venture epistle, that a.
separation from my cousins CHEEKY com
pany will not seem SO bitter.
s 81 But after al, I mind me with 8 pang tina
III is those left behind that eVer feel mos
81 Sorrowful CT artin s.
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