New-York tribune., 1891-05-24

As she walked along the solitary road now
flooded with the level new rays Of the sun. she
made resolution which she felt was rash. She
would see Mary Jane Jewett; but she would see
Jim Townshend first That mans winning face
with its indeterminate mouth and chin came very
strongly before her.
When she came within sight of her home she
saw the terrier nosing about in the yard Her
father walked across to the barn, a mllk-pail IN
each hand. A thick smoke was going stralght
up from the immense mouth OF the old chimney
Now Marmaduke saw her and raced furousy
toward her. She caught him loyfuHy IN her
arms. The sight of him rested her. And his
presence also brought pictures of her Boston life
Had she really lived that life, and known Miss
Phillips and-Mr. Bradford? How very odd it
was that Mr.. Bradford should have happened to
come out with her yesterday. She remembered
now that she had not mentioned this fact, even
to her mother. Was it because she had forgotten
it? Doubtless he was already startling back to
Boston. 1t was pleasant TO know him, he was so
much like his cousin in many ways
At breakfast Rowena announced that she had an
errand to do for George. She should need the
horse perhaps all the forenoon.
Mrs. Tuttle inquired with the keenest curl
osity If Rowena thought George Warner had any
thing on her mind. She said she was sure she
had something on her mind, when Jim Iownshend
was so attentive. 1t perfectly evident that IT
was not thought for moment that young woman
could have anything on her mind unless TINS thing
were connected with some past, or present, or
possible lover. Rowena replied that she Thought
George was rather worried about some matters.
Mrs. Tuttle knew her daughters face too well to
press her question.
Rowena took her place on the narrow seat in
the covered wagon. She gathered up the worn
leather lines, and the old gray horse walked out
bn rd
as if she had never been away. AS she turned
the corner on the road that led toward Middle
Village, and by the Townshend farm, she wondered
IL Mr.. Bradford would really call on his way to
Boston. Perhaps she ought to have warned her
mother OF the possibility of such call. Then
she forgot Mr.. Bradford. and, for the moment, her
dsagreeabe errand, in the beauty Of the hills and
with subtle exhilaration.
The horse walked on unheeded The girls eyes
and soul drank in the enchanting vistas where
unfolding leaves, stretched away in every drec-
"Oh" she mumured in kind Of ecstasy, Il
can paint all this! / must l WILL
horse stopped TO bite off the top, leaves from a
scrub-oak she did not notice. She was leaning
forward; she, was setting up her palette; the
canvass was before her. The high light should
come just there, then the shadows.
The horse did not care where the high light
would come. There were some tender leaves just
over the wall. He pulled forward to reach them.
The two right wheels of the bedroom" lurChed,
and strained, and finally rose up some large
stones 1t was too much for the ancient axle; It
snapped so did something in the front wheel
Then the front wheel collapsed and Rowena
stopped thinking about how she would paint the
scene before her She slipped down from her
seat on to the ground. As soon as she could she
hurried to the horses head, fearing he might have
a fancy 10 go on. She had forgotten that the gray
never had fancy TO go on. He looked round
benignly at her and continued to eat twigs.