Grand Rapids herald. [volume] (Grand Rapids, Mich.) 1892-1959, 1893-05-17

lOh-N i-\N. VI "A i ~ lO<s
Says Jack. laughing 'Weu. so-o-tby
fer s~ tiie supf.us- II l come beck
again tina evening ] shall Ind you
f~rc9-
Yes, Oh. yes. Jack. do take cAre;
the raea viii s@e youF
Not they" ssys Jsek. kissAn9 her
again And you, ~ la, are yos SosnS
"a DO while I'm away
Think Of yaa" Win . little Ssocy
glance al him from under her long
Iashes- by tho by. have you eos .
match about you
what ON earth do you want h forr@
says he, giving her soGne wax iieh,s
out of little silver trua - he sprAkA
Going 10 have . cis~retssr'
"Nonsensei I feel - IL ] want -
set fire "a some Of those dry little
bunch - If grass; fairy tufts We used
To call them long ago They would
burn beautifully to-day, The sun y -
hot"
''weii, don't set fro 10 yourself
Whatever you do" says he. thought
iessly. Once again they kiss. and THU
time really part
Letiua stands watching him trl b =
out of sight standing ON tipsos - ~
gets over the vail ~ blow . lest ki.s
To hun Then coming out from the
shelter of her TWISTING -piscs che walks
tuso the Odd mssio~, nov bcsteu down
saw where the tall coesse taafts Of
grHss arc growing. Lighting ons Of hss
matches she kneeis down and setA nre
10 the tuft nearest her. II used 20 b
GA amusement of hers IN her childhood
aud she u not yet 80 Tar removed from
those days a. 70 hSvo lost al childish
fancieA Sitting down on the si3e of .
tiny hillock At distance, she watches
the dancing dames-so smAll. % flick
ering. 50 harmless
She leans back against tho bank be.
hind her and CROSSES her white arma
behind her head What . day IL Isl
most heavenly swcc<-quite . drowsy
day. How lovely that ligh4 smoke 10
climbing slowly uphill and fading
away amoag the young beech trees
above. And the little fiameA like
fairiesdaneing. Perhaps they are fairies
who dwell in those old dry tuftA No
wonder they are dancinS-with rage,
evidently Their stronghoids arc
seized, destroyed. by the tyrsnt man!
No-woman this time All. oh! In this
case woman has come TO the 'front.' at
all events She bad been reading about
the emancipation of women last night
and had laughed over it. After all. she
didn't want 10 be cmancipatsd; she
only wanted Jack To lovc her always;
nothing more. Perhaps the other queer
women only meant that too, only they
hadn't found their Jacks yet Pouk
How warm il Isl
Gradually her head sinks back upon
her arms. her eyciids droop over the
soft, clear eyes. How delicious II Is
hsrc. How cozv. Again the eyes open,
but very laxily this time. See how the
little insects run TO and fro over her
white frock. hither aud thithcr. all in
search Of the great wsut-food. A
passing thought makes her laugh In
dolently. She hopes they will not
make food Of her. And then the eye
lids close resolutely; she leans back.
Sleep has caught her.
So sound. indeed, Is her slum Der that
she does not know that now the little
black insects are rushing over her. not
in search Of food. but of safety-safety
from the tiny hot flames that arc creep
ing every moment closer TO the thin
white frock. Now they have touched
her foot and have so far penetrated the
thin slipper as TO make her unpleasant-
ly arm, but not enough To waxen her.
She only turns a little and sighs; but
now
Now she springs TO her feet with an
afTrlghted scream. Smoke! Smoke
everywherei And what is this creeping