St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1893-04-06
selected story
rIoRENCE REDPATH.

"a. the CALIFORNIAN

Cea' o." ,,o music room as Florence
tbfou s,h sang the Easter anthem
Redp pau been at the piano for two
SD' "' and by earnest work had sue
h'''' a. n rendering the solo in
'''o'' .,b;ch delighted her teacher
cadHayward' nal, wandered
,,r Miss Redpath. Surely the
r'' .1,nts at St. Paul will be
with this part OF their
/" r.' ..., service. Now just once more
l' d. his. For now is Christ risen
=, the dead, Hallelujah! Hallelu-
'' "pravo! That is well, no more
Miss Redpath had better rest
4 l er+ ,bc remainder of the evening |
Z ,,.n be early at St. Pauls to-
'.a,,ow now goodnight" And
nv NV Genial professor bowed himself
, w the room, leaving Miss Florence
nt rbe piano in whirl of delight
Z She was a very beautiful young lady,
s ,5 tbe wealth of her father helped
:, making everything perfect which
,be could desire.
Two things Florence Redpath was
r.,r tondof-hcr voice and the art OF
dressing well; from the top OF hel
bonnet to the tips OF her dainty
b,ots all was in perfect taste.
SWELL puss, what do you think o
al said Florence, catching in he
arms tiny two-year-old miss wh'
had been peeping between the heav.
pOrtieres
"ob. | fink it is lovey, but m.
want to hear more mudit."
Sister is all through now, and !
Going to rest. Why are you not /
yourcrib? Where is mamma =
"My don't want to 60 to bed m
had a lovely nap, no my ident goin
to bed
Iustthen mammals voice was near
saving, where is our little gir
Come, pet, say goodnight to sist'
and we must run along
As Florence watched the little OF
waving goodbye she though
What happy girl should be, y ar
with a very selt-satisded air sal
How easy it is to be good; peor
must be very weak to give way
anger"
All very well, Miss Florence, b
look out for the little foxes.
In a few moments the exprcssmi
lett package at the door for mi
Rcdpath. ~
"0h, my Easter bonnet" sa
Florence to her quiet cousin Rach
Il was SO afraid Miss Frank wor
not send it home in time, and not
Ing else would go with my new suit
Untying the cord, hastily putt
IA OFT the wrapper, she lifted t
cover; dropping the box she spra
to her feet excaiming, The me
thing, to play such a trick. Ract
Just look she has sent that hor
Drown bonnet, just right for so
WaSnerwoman, to me instead of
uaInty grey with the pink APP
blossoms and white lace. WI
snail do can't 20 to chur
ana Ican't sing, and professor S
dId beautifully. The hateful
'nMg And this amiable yor
lady sank into a chair and cried.
Hardly knew you, hardly KIN
you' were the words she thou,
lucy sang, OF the bonnet w
b '"e Movers and the bit of |
upon it, said brother Howard as
'dun(ered into the room. "W
SlS what's up? hasn't that S,
po0ny Of a bonnet come yet ?" t
'al'hing sight of the bonnet he lii
IN full view, excIaiming, "If her
"0' whole brass band. One, t,
'D'ee' tour, and so on up to eli
W. roses around the rim of t
now in the world did YOU ever Sc
wat style? They must have mac
T mistake and sent you Bridget's, t
"''Fo her tell the coachman to-
was to be love of bonnet,
most iIligent thing"
cousin Rachel was bov;,o \
WORK to keep from laughing as
WA %S'S0ed Howard flourishing All
s 0,' room with the flower bed on
ofhis head.
howard, do stop" she said.
uot Something he dona vo