Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1891-10-23
MOTHER CAREY'S CUSHION

"Now, Octavin," said Mrs. olard, edo
he little careful to day. DON'T, TO,
,ly's sake, let your wild spirits run away
Nth you!'
octeyia GLAND. In her pink muslin
;pss, tied here and there with iauptv
Ir.e bows of ribbon and straw gypsy
bst gsrlanded with pink poppies, turned
,ound, the very incarnation of radiant
mamma, she said, "why should YOU
sruigc mo my little holidays Don't !
smk behind Miss Fanshaws counter oll
he year like any African slave2 Don't |
ose my very identity in shirrs and puff
be-, and toll my finger ends off With
onccs and tucks2 Do let me play ! am
child again, just this oncc"
50 this beautiful young Euphrosvne
Bsnccd away, leaving only the sweet
sho of her laughter in the gloomy apart
aeat, and Mrs. GLAND sighed.
"she is so thoughtIess," said the
other "And Duncan Ray and Harry
olton are both going on the sailing
s,y and somehow l feel as if to day
a to be the turning point of her life.
Y sh she could bring herself to like
Duncan--he's steady, noble-soulcd lad,
his father was before him, but there
mt much outside show about him.
Ind Bottoms dashing young fellow,
pst the sort to attract any girl. But
pmehow | can't quite believe in him.
ctayia says ! haven't any knowledge of
be world. Well, perhaps she is right.
but ! think we quiet, stay-at- home
plies are sometimes gifted with q sort
Instinct in these matters"
The day was all sparkle and sunshine;
be excursion steamer, futtering with
BY flags and the sound of music, glided
ac,tically along; the sea air breathed
eTHensth into the weary lungs and
bFrhed fevered brows with alchemic
r; and all of these over tired, over
o'ked sewing girls forgot, for brief
nile, that life was nothing more than
|eamill to them.
They laughed, they danced, they sang :;
(ey flung flowers into the water that
Fatcd around the wheclhouse; they
|unted the glimmcring sails that leaned
against the horizon: and finally, when
e boat landed at White Crags, they all
altered in various directions over the
singled beach, in merry pursuit
shells, sea weed and pebbles, as SO
auy newly liberated school children
ight have done
Aud Octavio GLAND the prettiest girl
all the throng rclgned us sort of
fncess among them.
"Mother Carey's Cushion2' said she
emily, cchoing the words of an ancient
hwho was mending his nets IN a sunny
Of, with an old pipe in his mouth, and
picturesque long beard blowing about
The wind. els that what they call
aler rocll2"
That 'ere's what they halls her by,
IS, said the old sailor, his dim eyes
sting with evident appreciation on
Eayas fresh young lilies and roses.
AUD well it's known hercabouts.
But why do they call it so9" persisted
glr
because of the cushion, miss said
fisherman, laying his pipe down on
and, out of respect to this charming
mo presence; :'and the Mother Carey 8
!,keus as circle round the point, of a
Nix day, when there's storm coming
its a round rock near the top
?esee' With grass and moses grow
son IT, in circle, like Il cushion.
dmy swee :hcart-as has been dead
Fse thirty years-climbed up there
Eoc But we didn't care to stay there
N.Y. tell We. For the wind howled,
ii he sea gulls shrickcd. and tho It'd,
a'rd like a hungry shark around us
u 1t MAS az much as we could do to &c
'Hn again with whole bones"
Why, it doesn't look such q grea
Ssnt, = said Bolton.
2tebbe not -mebbc not" said the ole
Vs. "A quarter of mile makes a dca
W, erence in the looks Of things. Ane
WI is amt used to distances can't cal
lA,c "
ana he went on with his work. whil'
mite group strolled on, bright Octa
win her ribbons and curls floating,
non carrying her shawl, and Duncan
Walking silently on the other side.
a'u Just then another gay party over
w 'Aem, and there was a discussion q
Where the site of their imprompt'
|-!get should be. Presently Duncan
y looked around.
Where's OctaviaY" he asked.
'-..erybody had some answer to make
''cHe Hall had seen her not five min
before; Helen Ray was quite Ger
~ mat she was hiding behind tn
%ula toathouse on the edge Of tn
4, In louis Fielding suggested that sh
Probably gone back to the steame
e. ,.sI scent bottle or handkerchief.
n, ,ne'1l be here presently" he said
; ,a.le meantime let us get the lunc
hwy Tor there's dark little edge 0
ts "l oo"n In the west that the capital
' A., don't half like the looks Of"
M 'u where was Octavia GLAND all th
S4t was springing up the steep an
,I5,'ns ledge Of rock, quicker an
!, MT than any mountain channels, hi
H. coating back like white wreath
t h.; an exquisite scarlet dying HI
.,. ~ other people can climb to Moth
lu,!,;: Cushion. SO can L, said dsuntle
s, ~a' keeping her face rcsolute
ID nom tho furious waves that boile
aged below, lest perchancs it shou'