Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1893-07-28

you!' he added, thinking that Mr..
Eyre's confidence in her read very like
neglect.
80! yes she said, laughing; there
is Nan-but she is terrified of these
woods even by day, and no earthly
powers would draw her here after
nightfall''
And you say no one at home knows
in dissatisfied tone. "Supposing you
fell i'll here-or We're robbed and muir
:ered by some stranger or footpad?
Il wear no ornaments" she said, land
strangers and foOtpads never come
here
Am L not d Stranger" he said, look
ing at her keenly.
No." she said stOutly; you were
mothers friend and Job's-and Franks
and you will tell me all about yourself
some day-for l must be going back to
my hay now
Yes he said, looking at her eager
ly, yearnngly, as man may at some
thing he knows to be forbidden to him.
but that soon will have passed beyond
the reach of his power to behold it, yet
the present was his, he would beat out
his little span of joy to it's utmost limit
Had he by hard longing (for surely
intense wishing had brought herr sum-
moned her footsteps to the cowslip
gate, only to let her go SO quickly?
Let us make a bargain he said;
give me another lecture-just a little
one-and I'll tell you all about Frank,
and myself. The hay will do well
enough without you. Tell me some
thing of the daylight life of these
woods, and how you spend your hours
i'll them
How can [ tell you:" said the girl.
Men don't understand these things
even father does not; and you would
think | was idling away my time when
| am learning something new at every
step. Anyone could learn the avenues
in Il day, but half a dozen miles of
broken woodland are another matter,
and there are such beautiful things out
side the Wood-in our own grounds, in
the meadows, everywhere.
Tell me of some of them," he plead
ed, happy only SO long as her young
down in the country myself before very
long, and l expected to be dull; but
your knowledge will help me-
What can 1 tell you," she said, IF
you have not lived among such things?
If you have never been caught in a
thicket Of blossomed thorn; never fol-
,yrh the plow and smelled the sweet,
fresh earth; never watched "a daisy
hang all its petals downward at sunset,
or Il poppy fold its heart into a red
cup at eve. never marked the little
snowy half closed umbrellas made by
the wind-hoWers, OF seen the light gliS-
tening ut sunset on u field OF spiders
webs, aerial bridges tossed from blade
to blade of grass, and stronger than any
made by human hands, since the heay
lest football will not break them"
NO" he said, as she paused, and he
saw that she had forgotten him in her
thoughts; IL have seen none of these
things; but | will look for them all
some day"
There is always some new delight"
she went on, softly, as if to herself;
some lovely accident, as we think,
but set there to help us to
Live more hearty as we pray.
One day it may be Il sunset to Startle
one into Il real understanding Of heaven
another it will be q sheet OF emerald
grass shining through Il row Of tall
porlars just budding brown. or it
will be Il carpet of blue anemones in
january, when no other flower is
Hnl1 of tn
wheat sway to the breeze, scarlet IN
one light, gold in another. if you have
never lost yourself in the sweetness of
Il bunch of Glove pinks, and yet can
catch the fragrance OF u checkered
fri1illa1ia- seen a gloW-Worm
crawl up Il stalk of grass and hoist
up her little lamp as Il signal to her
mate
She paused and burst out laughing
1T herself
20! what nonsense L am talking she
said. AS if soldier could be eN-
pected to know or care anything OF
such matters But it has been great
relief to me to say it, all the same,
she added, nodding; land | am very
much obliged to you, indeed, for listen
ing to me-"
L shall remember it ALL he said;
and thought now he need not fear fol
her, since she had real religion-the re-
ligion of beautiful fearless life, that
, beat in entire harmony with works OF
her Creator. Have you ever tried to
; write down you thoughts? Your faith
er was a celebrated writer in his youth
No." she said, slowly, I have never
tried; and think l never shall. But il
+, l had tried to write, do you know how
, it would have ended? l sho1 have
; gone on trying all my life; and when
had become quite old, l should have
:. called my friends together and asked
them to hear the fruits of my labors
! They woul all cry out, But it is cen
turtles old" And l would say, Yes
it is the last chapter of the Book OF
Ecclesiastics; but it has my soul, my
) best efforts, in it; and 1 have no better.
You have chosen bad form of ex
d preston, child" he said, struck by thu
solemn stiffness of her voice and look
Are not the young sad!' she said
Or why does ones heart ache il
spring, when older people cannot tel
it from early summer? l think it mus
d be because our suffering is before US
e theirs is behind them
4 why must you suffer-" he said, hi
bna,t S;pl-inr no looked ar hpT