Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1891-12-28


posy-making. It's nat'ral enough that
She should want to be running after
that young man of hers, and keeping
sharp eye upon him. It's my belief
that he's too high and mighty for
Olive"
"But if he hadn't cared for her he
would not have come here again."
cried Jane.
Peggy sighed and shook her head.
She was u young woman who was
naturally disposed to see tho gloomy
side of life.
"I'm afraid father is right" she said.
''He is very high, and think he came
partly to show himself off,"
Just then Olive herself appeared at
the open door, and there was a flush on
her face which told that the words had
reached her ears. Her mother, who
sat sewing, gave her quick glance
and q little nod. She did not wish her
daughter to pay any heed to anything
that Peggy or her father might say.
Mrs. Challocl1 lived on the whole
peaceably enough with her husband;
but although she would not quarrel,
she quietly resented his unkind
speeches about Olive. How differently
he had talked when he came counting
the pretty widow! She was weak
woman, and she knew that her second
marriage was q mistake, but she would
not let the whole village know her
secret
ooh, Olive, what have you there?"
asked Jane, suddenly catching sight Of
the figure in the doorway.
| "Come and see," said Olive, vanish
ing; and Jane threw down her ID. He
work and ran after her.
The two girls stood together outside
the cottage, and Olive displayed a
wreath of fern and moss studded with
punches of violets and primroses.
Even Jane, inexperienced as she was,
could see that the garland was the
work of artistic hands; the flowers had
been arranged as delicately as if fairy
had touched them; it was IAN odorous
chaplet," fresh from the kisses of April
showers.
"And this is your doing" said Jane,
admiringly, land people would buy
this thing in London shop? Well,
am sure they would in spite of fathers
r sneers He knows nothing of great
towns and their ways; old Fenlalke at
8 the inn is a good deal wiser than
father!'
Olive smiled, well pleased with such
simple praise. She was happy this
evening; the light wind rufled her
thick hair and blew it into little curls
and rings about her temples; her eyes
were full of sunshine. The letter
which had come that morning from
d Michael had made her very glad, anG
already she had forgotten the words
| 1rl tos
ago.
"The kingcups will be out soon," she
said. "Lucy tells me that she has
made lovely sprays of them for the
ladies in town. and yet who thinks O
J them here? Only the children, WHIT
gather them by handfuls and throw
them away. They last long tim
with their thick stems and shiny yellow
flowers"
"Your heart is in London, Olive,
Jane remarked, keeping back sigh.
II "And yours too" Olive answered
to hanging her wreath on bush, and be
ginning to walk towards the garde
gate. Jane followed, and they crosse
y the road, and stood looking across tn
field to the low hills. A fresh odo
came from the damp grass, and fror
those white violets which grow pre-
9 fusely under the hedgerows in spring
" and above the slopes drifted one {
two Aeecy clouds, touched with tn
- first gold of the sunset. The undula
ing downs, with their soft curves risin
gently against the sky, are the chit
charm of Hampshire. In this quit
country, haunted by the tinkle
sbeep-bells and the bleating of flock
there is no sternness, no rugged gran
eur; it is a pleasant dreamy land
pastoral delights, where one half e
pects to meet Corydon and PHYLLIS.