Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1890-10-31

covers that the drivers OF the JauntIng-
cars that take him on his shooting eX-
peditions are not all modern Joe Mil
lers. and do not let off witty remarks,
like bomb-shelIs, every two minutes.
He is perhaps disappointed in that
every Irish cloak does not conceal a
face beautiful as an houri's. And he
learns by degrees that only one in ten
says ''bedad. and that ''och, murther!"
is an expression almost extinct.
Altogether, things are very dIsap-
pointing: though perhaps there is com
fort in the thought that no one is wait
ing round a corner, or lying perdu III
ditch. ready to smash the first conner
with blackthorn stick, or reduce him
to submission with a pike, irrespective
OF cause or reason.
Rodney, with the boy at his side IS
covering ground in a state of bliasful
uncertainty. He may be a mile from
home. or ten miles for all he knows,
and the boy seems none the wiser.
where are we now" says Geofrey,
stopping suddenly and facing the boy.
II don't know, sir"
"But you said you knew the entire
IocaIity-couldn't be puzzled within a
radius Of thirty miles. How far are we
from home"
II don't know, sir. I never was
abroad before. an I'm dead bate now,
and the bags Ike lead"
you're q nice boy, you arel' says
Mr.. Rodney. Here, give me the bag.
Perhaps You would like me to carry you
too: but | sEan't. so you needn't ask me.
Are you hi! gry?"
No says the boy valiantly, but he
looks hungry, and Geoffrey's heart
smites him. the more in that he is starry
ing likewise.
Come litjle farther" he says, gent
". singing the heavy bag across his
own shoulders. "TheTe must be a farm
house somewhere"
There is. In the distance, imbedded
in trees, lies an extensive farmstead,
larger and more homc-like than any he
has yet seen.
''Now then, cheer up, Paddy" he says
to the boy: ''yonder lies an oasis in our
bowling Wilderness"
Whereat the boy smiles and grins
consumedly, as though charmed with
his companions metaphor. though III
reality lie understands it not at all
As they draw still nearer GeoiIrey be
comes aware that the farm-yard before
him is rich with life Cocks are crow
ing. geese are cacIling, and in the midst
Of all this life stands a girl with her
back turned to the weary travellers.
"Wait here" says Gcoffrey 10 his
squire, and, going forward, rests the
bag upon a wall, and waits until the
girl in question shall turn her head.
When she docs move he is still
silent, for, behold, she has turned his
head.
She is country bred. and clothed i'll
country garments. vet her beauty is too
great to be dcniahIc. She is not ''di-
yncly tall" but rather of medium
height, with an oval face, aud eyes of
"heayen's own blue She is clad in
snowy gown Of simple cotton that sits
loosely to her Essom figure yet fails to
disguise the beauty Of il. \ white
l,rrciirf lies softly on her neck. She
hus pulled up her sleeves. 50 that her
arms are harc-hvr soft, round. naked
arms that in Themselves are 4 perfect
picture. She is standing with her head
W. thrown back. and her h&udS-fuII
Of curtl-Iilted high in the air, as she
cries aloud, "Cpoce. Coocel' in d clear,
musical Voice.
Presently her cry is answered. \
tl,ick cloud Of pigeons brown and
white and bronze ana gray come wheel