The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1891-05-27
A PRETTY GIRLS WHIM.

which one might almost lose ones self
among the heavy sweetness of the bios
soining syringa bushes and the avenues
of pink wygelia that wound irregularly
here and there.
1t was July day. A girl lay idly in
q wide luxurious hammock, her bright
head on the soft tinted cushions, her
deep brown eyes upraised to the whis-
pering leaves above.
She looked the ideal of happy content
as she lay there in pretty laziness, one
slim hand dropping over the hammocks
edge. A great Newfoundland dog lay
Oh the grass beside her as she swayed
gently to and fro, toying affectionately
with the dogs great, noble head
Sometimes he would open his almost
human eyes and look mp at her silently,
with happy content that matched her
own.
1t was very pleasant there. The book
she had been reading had dropped upon
the grass and lay with crumpled leaves
A rosebud marked the place.
Wilma Pierce, whose summers were
spent at her grandmother's quaint old
country home, had come here few days
since, tired out in body and brain as
only young, hard working teacher can
be.
Already the soothing quiet of the love-
ly place had done her good, and the
brightness of complexion and the 1.-THE
ness of form, which had been impaired
by the years hard work, were returning
to her. s a"
A silvery haired, sweet faced old lady
came out of the wide hall door with a
light wrap in her hand. She approached
the hammock with anxious solicitude in
her kind, old face
Child, it is cool for thee here; thee
must be more prudent with thyself.
She wrapped the soft, gray shawl
about the girls shoulders with loving,
motherly hands. Wilma locked up and
smiled protestingly.
''It isn't chilly. grandmamma. dear
but submit"
She took the wrinkled old hand in
hers and held it gently against her warm
cheek.
The old Quakeress bent her stately
form and left soft, swift kiss upon the
girls forehead.
81 must go in, dear heart; thee had
best fall asleep for little if thee can"
The soft, gray gown swept away
across the grass, and the wearer stopped
beside the door to pull sweet, white
rose that stretched temptingly toward
her.
She went in, and the girl and her
dumb companion were again alone.
BY and by she fell asleep. The roses
at her bare. white throat rose and fell
with gentle regularity as her breath
came and went. 1t was a pretty picture.
Ronald Mitchell. coming quietly across
the garden, thought SO as he caught
sight Of it, and paused involuntarily.
The dog raised his great, shaggy head
and looked silent welcome from his
brown eyes. They were old friends
Ronald, the young farmer, and Rebecca
Northtield's dog Don.
The young man stood breathless mo-
nent looking at the sleeper, then with
l softer light in his blue eyes and a
warmer tinge on his smooth shaven
,heek he went ON toward the house. He
entered with the familiarity of well
Known and welcome friend, and sat
lown easily in big. antiquated rocking
hair.
Rebecca Northfield came into the
DOM, her old face alight with welcome.
She came and laid her small hand on
lis shoulder. Ronald" she said, my
Wilma Pierce, is come.
Perhaps it is not news to thee? She is
rood child, Wilma is, but | fear she
owes the world too well. There is little
# the Quaker about her, Ronald
He smiled. Il saw her when came
through the garden just now. She is
mike you in her dress, but her face has
! likeness to yours"
They sat together in the quiet room
nd talked little while. All at once
hadow fell acros the bare, white floor,
nd they both looked up. Wilma stood
n the wide doorway, her face little
lushed with sleep, her eyes dewy like
hild's after refreshing slumher. She
leld yellow rose in her hand.
"Grandmamma," she said, all uncon-
cious of strangers presence, as she
ooked half sleepily at the flower; "grand-
mamma, what lovely rosel Just see
low"-
Wilma" the calm, sweet voice inter-
upted her, "come here. This is Ronald
ditchell, the son of my old friend and
Eunice Sand"
Wilma advanced little and held out
Ter hand frankly, but when she met the
intense gaze Of the clear blue eyes above
Ter a shy look came into her own and
he withdrew her hand.
Ronald, watching her, wondered if
er grandmother's remark about her had
implied that she was bit of coquette.
She leaned over the old lady's high
'acked chair and fastened the rich rose
Il the silvery white waves of her beauti,
ul hair. And then she went away with
murmured word of excuse. leaving be-
ind her scent of roses and a remem-
rance Of u fair, fresh young face rising
owerlike above her pale blue gown.
That was their first meeting. All sum-
ner the young farmer came and went at
is own will and helped to make the old
lace pleasant.
They sang together in the garden.
here was no musical instrument in the
Quaker household. but Wilma
ad brought her guitar with her. They