Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1895-09-06

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returning home with a hat trimmeu
with orange blossoms, ana al APo''O
visaged young man in her train
But. alas she had been month "'
Pine Point. and not a soul had come
near the place except two or thre9 e9
leather-fac old hunters, crooAeo
beldame gathering herbs an! slmples,
and two Yankee showmeu, IN se"ron
of fine specimen moose Tor tneir oo1
lection.
Was it any wonder that the demon
bomesiokness took possession OF her
heart?
Uncle Fin, on his part, had not been
entirely w1tuout the pangs OF disap'
paintment. Cynthia was not mucn
company for him after all. She could
not cook half SO we'll Ns he could !; she
mended his stockings SO bungingly
that they hurt his feet; and she for
got to make his bed every other day
on Oh average. -
"Ab. well!" he consoled himself,
"T s'pose all women are alike. Indian
Oscelita amt cut arter that pattern,
though. I'm level sure of that. "
Oscelits Dean came one day on her
fathers steamer to the little dock,
with an Offering of freshly gathered
blueberries, radiantly spotted BIRDS
eggs, and fan of eagle plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thanks !" said Cynthia, tossing
her head. "I don't care for BIRDS
o egg collections. We've plenty OF blue
berries here. What do you ask tor
the eagle FAM"
le OsceIita colored little.
81 meant it for a present, said she.
'Wil you accept lt?' >,
"I couldn't think of such a thing ]!
sad Cynthia, primly. 81 never re-
ceive presents.
"Then l shall leave it for Mr.. Cop
lev" said Oscelita, smiling, as she
hung it over the old hunters big
chair. "He will like 1t, know"
Cynthia looked quickly around
y, Was it possible the Oscellta was man
q osuvering to entrap Uncle Fin for
husband? He would be quite foo
enough to fall into the trap.
u "You can do as you please about
=" ~ that" said she, knitting with all hel
co might.
% "You arc very lonely here" sai(
90 Oscelita, in her soft, fute-like voice
40 otis the dismalest place l ever cam
8, 8, across in my life! !" said Cynthia, pet
tishly.
i ut doesn't seem so to me-" sal
II Oscelita. "ln my eyes it is home.
n "rastes differ, "said Cynthia, with
ir well-emphaslzed sniff.
er But as she sat there, she could sc
es that Oscelita was tall and slender
lis with complexion OF the riches
olive; dark, liquid eyes, and hair lk
:" let floss silk. And, all in second, sn
lis fet how elderly and sallow and plal
lis she herself was
But she was the Rev. DIR. Copley
,le daughter, and Oscelita, after all, WI
nothing but the waif and stray
er these wilderneSses.
an. 81 have been wishing to come an
oh see you this long time" sail Oscelit
to in her low, mild tone
ret "AIuch obliged, 1 am sure" sa
Ike CYNTHIA. "But have resources wit
It's in myself which preclude loneliness
md "Ts there nothing l can do +
md you?'' persisted Oscelita, thinking
md the little boat wherewith she W
hat wont to row ont in the pink sunri
art after water-lilies; Of the hidden wo
the hooks; the lovely little brook
er, whittier no one coulo oon"0OO =
est stranger but herself.
"Thank you" once moro retort
,io. CYNTHIA. 81 don't know Of anythll
vet unless, indeed, you could come al
cia- scrub half day for me every week:
should be willing to pay half dol
red if"
Her Indian Oscelita rose quietly to 60.
lite 81 think you are mistaken, ST
kim she. 81 am not-a menial. Goo
,er- by, Miss Copleyl"
tile And Cynthia watched her unIast
lust the boat and glide away on the spa
tile ling lake with slow, graceful strok
With 81 don't think she will come a9all
said Cynthia, huggiug herself. Il
said idea of an Indian girl expecting to
noticed by me"
ONE 1t was about this time that Capti
ded Svdford came to the Point, fishing
one of the real, live tourists for VIII
the Miss Cynthia's soul had so longet
and hired room in Uncle Fin y
til ley's cabin.
cen. And now began the real course
Os- life. Miss Cynthia took out her quit
here screwed up its strings, and practi
wo. so desperately that not bald ga
remained with ear-shot OF the Polr
the She prosecuted Uncle Fin into er
lies, bing up stumps and leveling down
his ground for tennis course, and
unpacked the nets and balls;
The placed her water-colored sketc
:. in around in the most conspicuous plat
ii and posed herself at sunset, with
eter easel and brushes, just where Capt
Sydford would be most likely to
the her when he alighted from the boa
lthia supper-tlme. ;,
and "She's queer old customer"
awk- the captain to himself. "lf she
perch herself in those exposed sp
Fin, some high wind will blow her into
,usly lake some day.
"A nephew of Sir Simon Sydfort
care Ottawa?" said Cynthia, almost
num- scream. "Good gracious me, VI
Gym Fin! why didn't YOU say so oei0re