News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1892-02-18
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/ uldlnOuuJ VIII save ner-Unefe, uld
that corpse rise from the water and
grin at me?-child, they will not let
me sleep; they gibe and leer at me, as
If they knew | had injured her proud,
| deceitful tace-they crowd about the
bed, they will kill mel-oh, drown
them in the chopping-tray, quick |
| quick before they find where the
pink diamond is hidl" And Satanna
clutched her throat and sat erect,
staring senselessly about.
The morning found Satanna' s mind
cleared OF uelusions, and she accep-
ted swallow of clam broth which
Anemone had made for her of the
! CLAIMS sne had been out early ogath-
er, then, with fingers busted with her
lace-bObbins, she sat ready to obey
the old woman's slightest request.
"There, there, child, that Will do /"
suddenly exclaimed Satanna. 81
shall soon sleep now; run quick and
see if all is well without-there may
be some one waiting for you on the
beach, And she looked at Anemone
with subtle meaning in her shrewd
glance.
Putting her work one side, Anem-
one obeyed with a fiutter of expec-
fancy in her heart that was a new
sensation. She wore the same gray
wOrsted dress as of the day before,
and besides a shadow of fatigue in her
step and glance she was as fresh and
lovely as a mountain rose.
Grandmother does not discour-
age my meeting this new friend, and
what comfort there will be in telling
some one of the sleepless night and
the strange illness that worries me-"
And she quickened her pace along the
rocky coast; then, hesitating, she
stopped. "What if should get there
too soon, before he comes?" and
her face flushed at the thought. "To-
day, too, | must try to learn his
name," and she walked on more Sc
dately.
Anemonel" called a voice below
the cliffs; Il had quite given you up;
it is almost an hour beyond noon,
and | grew tired of waiting by the
bowlder and came nearer"
Anemone crimsoned with surprise,
then the receding color left her white
and motionless.
"Did l startle you?" he asked,
coming forward to meet her.
"A little" she confessed, in some
embarrassment, II am sorry to be
so late, but we have no time in our
little home that goes" she added
laughing, land always guess by the
shadows. In Fernando l can tell
the time by the market clock" she
continued
What time is it now?" heasked,
taking out his watch and opening it
for her view.
Give minutes after 1 ;" she answer
ed, much amused, "did you think I
couldn't tell time?" And she looked
at him archly.
81 didn't know" he replied quietly.
" You seem so different-that is, So
so-oblvious to the things that most
people know best, that it wouldn't
have surprised me if you had never
heard of time.
"That is too bad" said Anemone.
&c think that kind of person can
hardly be pleasant to know. Had
not better go back to my grand
mother? She is i'll, you know. A
few months ago she could have lifted
me and thrown meinto the chopping
tray, and to-day she is so weak that
| can lift her like a bundle of dried
twigs."
"You were watching with her last
night and that is why you are so
weary. Sit down and tell me all
about it," he said, kindly.
The "all took but a moment, yet,
fixing his eyes upon the girls delicate
beauty, he carefully pondered every
word she expressed.
"Is this old woman your own
grandmother" he inquired briefly.
eyes, sir; why do you askp' ques-
toned Anemone, surprised at the
question.
"Do you think she would allow me
to see her?' he asked, putting her
question one side.
"No, mol l think not" she replied,
"She is willing / should see you here,
but she did not give me permission
10 DTluG YOU Lllt COlldSt.
"How did she know of me? Did
you tell her of meeting me?" he in
quired, quickly.
"No; but she is wonderful. She
knows so many things without being
told She knows so many things
being told. She didn't know
it was exactly you," added Anemone,
trying to make her statement exact
ly correct, "but she asked: is your
friend a man?' Then she said: Il had
rather you should meet q man on the
beach than woman or child'-at
least she said nearly that"
Crest assured, Innocenza," he de-
clared, "this woman is no true rela- !
Se-sPo+SeR-s0--
There Is mystery in this, dear; try |
and unravel it; get her to tell all she
knows of you. Last night, when
wondering over your name," he con-
tinued, 81 remembered it was | who
named you"
"You who named mel" exclaimed
Anemone in blank surprise.
"Yes," he asserted, several years
ago was visiting in Fernando and
going through the market l saw an
aged woman with a little child in her
arms, which, so she told the crowd
that gathered about her, had no
name. The tiny, fragile child in the
arms of the singular old woman and
the surrounding group so pleased
my artistic fancy that | have since
put it upon canvas, and you must
see it some day, though | could not
do my subject justice"
"But about the name-you didn't
tell me that" reminded Anemone,
with breathless interest.
"That isnot very much, he ADDED,
smiling. 81 suggested that the child
be called Anemone, and it seemed to
me you liked the name, for you
looked across at me and smiled"
"And if it had not been for you
would | have had no name?" she
questioned, looking at him intently.
Possibly" he laughed; " | can't
say, but do you like my name?'
1T is then your fault that ] have
no middle or last name," she SAID as
if rejecting aloud.
at shall not be my fault long,
dear, if l can help it," he declared,
gravely,
"How sad it seems" she said, ris-
ing, never thought aboutit before,
this having but one name, nut Anem-
one is pretty like it,
"And let the last ndme be Grand
ford" he suggested. ut is one | am
rather fond of, and | am at perfect
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