The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1890-07-31

fond of pictures, too, and dabbles In
water-colors on her own account. Ex-
cuse me-and Thor-for our uninten-
tionally unceremonious introduction to
your notice, and thank you for delight
full half-hour. Good afternoon
Hetty looked after him, as his elastic
stride measured off the orchard-slope-
contradiction Of strange modification
and strange delight warning within her.
It was as if a young snn-god had paused
in the entrance of gruesome cave, and
talked Familiarity with the prisoners
chained to the walls. With all her res
olute purpose to oppose the intimacy
which she forcsaw must arise from the
proposed scheme OF picture-making.
she could not ignore the straining OF
her spirit upon her bonds.
'Oh.' walled Hester, lowering her
hands. 81 didn't mean to be SO foolish!
l will be brave and sensible, but you
know, Hetty, / have never had any
thing like this offered to me before. 1t
is like dying with thirst with water be-
fore ones eyes, to give 1t up. And
when he said: 'Blossom-time is Short
it rushed over me that never had any
II can never have any. Il am iIst4a
withered, useless, ugly bud that will
never be q flower"
An agony Of sobs followed.
my precious one.' Hetty's tears
flowed with hers. do / ever forget
your sorrows? Are you listening, dear?
II possible you shall have this one poor
| little pleasure. You must trust your
mothers love, and mine, to deny you
nothing We can safely give. II we
must refuse it is onl, bearing little
more!'
The going-out Of the May day was
calm as with remembered happiness,
but the chill that turks In the imper-
fectly-tempered air OF the newborn
season, awaiting the departure of the
sun, was SO pronounced by seven o'clock
that Hetty called upon Homer to build
fire in the sitting-room, where she and
Hester were sitting. The children
were sent to bed at eight o'clock. Mrs.
Wayt was lying down in her chamber
with one OF her frequent headaches,
rallying her forces against her husbands
return from the long walk he found
|
electricity unexpended by the days
services"
Il belong to the peripatetic school OF
philosophy" he said to q parishioner
whom he met two miles from home.
HE was forging ahead like . trained
prize-fighter," reported the admirina
pewholder to friend. Nothing of the
sentimental weakling about him.
March and May Gilchrist, pausing
upon the parsonage porch, at sound Of q
voice singing softly and. clearly within
saw. past half-drawn sash curtain,
Hetty rocking back and forth in the fire
light, with Hester in her arms. The
cripple's head was thrown back slightly,
bringing into relief the small, fne
featured face and lustrous eyes. Hell
wealth of hair waved and glittered with
the motion Of the chair like spun gold
It. might have been: young mother
grooming to her baby in sort ofchant
the words Of which were. distinctly
audible to brother and sister, the near
est window being lowered a few inche.
from the top. Hester loved heat ane
light as we'll as salamander, but: coak
not breathe. freely in a closed room. To
night was one OF her bad times" and
nothing but Hetty's singing could VIII
her moderate degree Of ease.
"Btow winds" sang Hetty,'
'And watt through all the ROOMS
The snow flakes Of the cherry blooms!
:, Blow winds. and bend within my reach
The fiery blossoms OF the peach!
o, Lite and Love! o.happy throng
OF thoughts whose only speech Is song!
o, heart OF man. canst thou hot be
= Bfithc Is the air H.. and ss freef' ,.
the bell. He felt like an eavesdroppin,
spy upon the unconscious girls. With
out any knowledge of the isolation ant
. mutual dependence Of the two,. the visit
ors perceived pathos in the scene-il
the clinging helplessness of one and tn
, brooding tenderness expressed in tbs
close clasp and bent head OF the other. :,
The singing ceased Instantly ut TIN
sound Of the gong. "By George! wha
an alarm!" muttered March, discomfitet
by the clang succeeding his touch
And gave 1t such q genteel pull"
His attitude was apologetic still, VIII,
Mr.. Waytss 'wife's sister opened th'
door.
~ seem fated to be heraided noisilr!
he said, regretfully. II: had as Il. IL
idea of the tone OF your door-beil as 20,
'tfad of The power OF Thor's lungs. Mtsl
Alling, let me introduce my sister! She
gave me no peace until brough, her Il
see you"
May extended her hand with unmis