Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1893-09-21
TT WAS GODS STORM.

The wind blew strong and salty from the
bay across the shore as the sun went down.
and long twilight gathered It was not a
quiet sunset but it was beautiful. On the
doorstep of one of the cottages along the
shore sat Therese, praying that she might
die. She sat there with her brown little
hands clinched her eyes dry and flashing
and two little red spots burned on her
checks. Il had been hours since she had
spoken to any one, and her mother had AZ
last left or coaXing and scoldine and qucG-
tioning.
After all she knew why Therese sat
there clinching her little hands. She had
told her that it would be so, but Therese
would not listen then. The evening meal
was set, and presently the father came
Therese moved enough to let him in at
the door, but she did not speak. He gave
her an inquiring look but went on into the
house.
"What aiis the child" he asked of the
mother as she few about adding the finish
ing touches to the supper table.
she has lost her lover with the curly
hair" answered the mother zone Of the
fine ladies from the city has him now. lie
follows her around like little dog. The
reese is fool to care
Hush" said the father. "Have you no
heart"
Then he went out to where the daughter
was sitting on the doorstep.
Come, little maid" he said, 'let us
walk to the chair and back before we have
our supper"
The chair was great bowlder that stood
out away down the shore near the water,
rudely fashioned during the centuries that
it had stood there into the shape of huge
settee Therese sat very still for moment
after the father spoke, but he put his big
hand gently on her arm, and presently she
rose to go with him, mutely comforted.
Where are you going" called the moth
err after them. The supper is ready and
waiting"
Then it will have to wait" called back
the father. Come, little maid"
They walked down the shore in silence
until they reached the chair Therese
climbed up into her favorite place, and her
father stood by her resting his gray head
on her knee.
Fine ladies are tickle" he said "ITe
may come back"
Il do not want him that way" she said.
"If he comes at all, he must leave her for
me. | do not hate him, for she stole him
with her ways that only wicked people
know. But | will not have her send him
back to me-
Theresc was very quiet when she came
back with her father, but the walk had
done her good, and she was about the house
after supper was over, helping her mother
a. She was used to do.
When she went to bed that night, her
eyes We're still dry, but she prayed that she
might be forgiven for the wicked things
that she had thought.
For the first few weeks after she came
with her mother to stay at the old farm
house near the shore the hours and DAYS
had dragged drearily with Eleanor South
ard. She was used to being amused and
entertained, and there was nobody at the
farmhouse to entertain her
On the other hand, she was called upon
part of the time TO amuse or try to amuse
her mother, who was in perpetual ill health.
Her mother enjoyed being in i'll health
bat she enjoyed it in a melancholy way
taat needed some one to see her suffer and
Ply her quite often
1t was with greet Joy, therefore. that
Eleanor discovered that there was in the
nei III borhood II young man who was good
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