The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-06-18
A PRETTY GIRLS WH|M

II was Dcdulltul SdIucu~- IL SdIueu
in which one might almost lose ones
self among the heavy sweetness of the
boSsomin@ syringa bushes and the
avenues of pink wygelia that wound
irregularly here and there.
1t was July day. A girl lay idly
in a wide. luxurious hammock. her
bright head on the SOft-tinted cushions.
her deep brown eyes upraised to the
Whispering leaves above.
She looked the ideal of happy con-
tent as she lay there in pretty laziness.
one slim hand dropping over the ham
mock's edge. A great Newfoundland
dog lay on the grass beside her. rs she
swayed gently TO and fro. toying
atfectonately with the dogs great
noble head.
Sometimes he would open his al
most human eyes aud look mp at her
silently, with a happy content that
matched her OWL.
1t was very pleasant there. The
book she bad been reading had drop
ped upon the grass and lay with
crumpled leaves. 4 rosebud marked
the place.
Wilma Pierce, whose summers were
spent at her grandmothcr's quaint old
country home, had come here few
days since tired out in body and brain
as only 4 young, Woodworking teacher
can be.
Already the soothing quiet of the
lovely place had done her good, and
the brightness of complexion aud the
lithencss of form which had been I'M
paired by the years hard work were
returning to her.
\ Silvery-haired. swcet-faccd old
lady came out of the wide hall door
with a light wrap in her haud. She ap-
preached the hammock with anxious
solictuIc in her kind old face
Child, it is cool for thee here; thee
must be more prudent with tIrvself.n
She wrapped the soft gray shawl
motherlv hands Wilma looked up
and smiled proiestingIy.
III isn't emily. grandma, dear; but
l submit"
She took the wrinkled old band in
hers aud held it gently against her
warm check.
The old Quakcress bent her stately
form and left a soft, swift kiss upon
the girls forehead.
II must 20 in, dear heart; thee mad
best fall asleep for a little while If thee
can
The soft. gray gown swept away
across the grass and the wearer stop
ped beside the door to pull n sweet
white rose that stretched tcmptingy y
toward her.
She went in and the girl and her
dumb companion were again alone.
BY and by she fell asleep. The
roses ut her bare white throat rose
and fell with gentle regularity as her
breath came and went. 1t was Il pretty
picture. Ronald Mitchell; coming
quietly across the garden, thought 50
is he caught sight of ii and paused in
voluntarily.
The dog raised his great shaggy
head and looked n silent welcome from
his brown eyes. They were old friends
-RouaId. the young farmer, and Re
becca Northtie.d's dog Don.
The Young man stood breathless a
moment looking at the sleeper. then.
with softer light in his blue eyes and
warmer tingc on his smooth-shayen
check, he went on toward the house.
He entered with the familiarity of n
weil-known and welcome friend and
sat down easily in big antiquated
rocking g-chair.
Rebecca Northiield came into the
room her old face alight with well
come.
She came and laid her small hand
on his shoulder. Ronald" she said
my crandchild. Wilma Pierce, is
come Perhaps it is not news to thee?
| She is good child, Wilma is. but |
/ fear she loves the world too well.
/ There is little of the Quaker about her,
/ Ronald.
He smiled. Il saw her when l
came through the garden just now.
/ She Is nulike you in her dress, but her
face has likeness to yours"
They sat together in quiet room
aud IA ked little while. All at once
! a shadow fell across the bare white
floor. and they both looked up. Wilma
stood in Il wide doorway, her face
! flushed with sleep, her eyes dewy like
a child's after refreshing siumber.
/ She held a yellow rose in her hand.
"Grandmamma, she said. all un-
conscious of strangers presence AS
she looked half sleepily at the flower.
"graudmamma. what lovely rose!
| just see how
Wilma, the calm sweet voice in
terrupted her, come here. This is
| Ronald Mitchell. the son of my old
friend and scaoolmate. Eunice Sand"
/ Wilnl. advanced 4 little and held ont