The Forrest City times., 1890-07-19
KATE BONNEY'S VACATION,
"oh, pshawln said Paul nomer.

o1t't At0hf hVNt 1Nf't a NN r'fc meadows never looked SO lovely. and Crystal Falls never rushed owe, the rocks in such sheet of foam before, and Kate Bonney never has been in the country"
 Let hel comel' said grandma, beam. mgly, 'Poor creaturel cant fancy what folks feel like who have never been in the countryl'
 And only think of her being obliged to spend Ter vocation in that hor- rid, stufTy, onion-and-cabbage- smelling boarding house." added Helen.
 Please, Paul, mayn't write for her to come2 Maynt'I have old sorrel and the wagon to meet her at the sta ! tion?"
 "Of course you may" said the good
 humored young farmer, putting up
 both his hands with gesture of de-
 spair. Don't know that you two
 women are bound to have your own
 way in any event2 But mind you
 no city airs and gracss for me. If I
 find can't stand your elegant young 'saleslady,' 1 shall take my rod and
 gun, and go up into the mountains until the coast is clear"
 "No one can help liking Kate Bon
 ney," said Helen, with decision. "l never saw q girl yet, except you
 and Polly" said Paul Romer, "that
 didn't consider first-class bore" But Polly sympathized warmly with the unknown presence; and grandma herself went up stairs to make sure ! that the west bedroom was well aired
 and that the lineu sheets were clean and perfumed with dried sweet clover, while Helen sat down and wrote 0
 warm and enthusiastic letter to Kate 1 Bonney. who stood at the same
 counter with her at Sell &Makechange 1 dry goods store in New York. Kate Bonney hesitatod a little be- l tore she dared to accord to herself so great a happiness as this. She had ! always lived lonely life since her par ants had died on the passage over
 rom England, and left her solitary
 orphan What right had she to intrude ' Aitt iiit Nfti iii -ioN VI olitft AftD- ple's homes? And yet--and yet it was
 such q temptation'
 1 Such temptationl Kate Bonney
 ,ould not resist 1t. She wrote; 'T win comel' l It was mid-haying time, and all the 1 meadows and hillsides smelt sweetwhen
 She train stopped Ut the quiet little Con 1 lectiCut station among the balsamic woods There was Heleuin cosy little wagon, holdingthe reins o( q sleepy old sorrel horse; there were wild roses all | in bloom; there were acres and acres
 of daisies stretching out towards the 1 sunset.
 1 Invonntarily Kategaye cry of se. ! light.
 i "oh. Helen, '" she cried, "how could gou ever leave this lovely place to
 some to the cityY"
 Helen gave n grimace.
 "AlI very well for q few weeks in midsummer" said she, but 1t k so iismally. terribly, toriornly dreary all ] he year round But jump in We're | waiting tea for you at home"' l And such tea Gaspberries, with
 'eal cream; crisp. green lettuce heads. { ust out of the garden: trout which l aalf m hour ago were leaping in the arook. and hroiled chicken, which ! Kate Bonney scarcely dared to eat. % entirely had she associated II with aigh prices in the rest auraut hills of are. while grandma looked smiingly on. and delicious atmosphere of
 nome seemed to pervadc everything. ] And Paul. too--how handsome 90 was, with that broad, sunburned brow. and tho roguish sparkle iu the clear blue eyes, that were so much ! like Helen's.
 And at night the air was so cool
 and refreshing, they all sat out upen the porch. and n night-bird came and sang co them from the hisoak tree on the edge of the woods, and when Kate
 Bonney went to bed, she dreamed the sweetest. brightest dreams that ever
 haunted maden's pillow. How quickly those two weeks fled
 away To Kateit was as ii the hours
 were actually winged Woodland re-
 eesses, lmpromtu pici.ics, walks be-
 side singing riyulets, and on the solemn edge of mountain cliffs; learning to milk COWS. to feed chickens; to put to-
 gether the puxzling blocks of grand i ma $ Irish chain, hed.quilt: to make corn Ionny-cakes, and gather the
 great juicy berries. which were begin ming to ripen along the blackberry vines; to dress her hat with pop pies and ferns, to distinguish the whis tie of the cat-hird from the 'schirrap. chirrup, chee-ee" of the robin. 1t was as if some new page of the volume oi existence We're opened to the New York shop girl.
 While Helen and Polly were overioy-
 ed to see how much interest Paul took in promoting all these useful studies-- Paul, the osteutatiously -prosessed old
 baehelor-Paul, the scorner of city damsels.
 And grandma was so innocently pleased at seeing "the children happy"
 that 1t did one good even to look as her.
 "only three more days" said Kate Bonney "oh, Helen, we must be very happy indeed for these three last daysl"
 'soh, of course said Helen. ssBut I'm not sure, Kate, that l shailnot he glad to be baek.within the sound oi the elevated roads again "IIow can you talk sogH said Kate, eagerly. How can you compare this free, wild, satisfying fife with that stutfy little store in the city, with the brick walls around itg" And dancing up, Helen intercepted the sudden light of Panl's eyes, as he looked across at the enthusiastic young speaker.
 "How interested Paul is.' she said to herself Il wonder But oi course he would never dream of such thing as thatla
 The next morning when the girls came down to breakfast, thera was troubled look on grandmaAs kind face;
 Polly was dscidedly out of humor, and Paul Romer's seat was vacant
 Kate looked surprised; Helen cried out at once:
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