The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-07-18

% a. IHH~A uuu DUCK Oh III, up
! TTN \ and up, the grade
AEak rises until less
than n mile away the tops Of the green
pines toss their brushes against the
sky. Right and left close hills hedge
in the house, and on each side is
touch of the primeval forest. Back
of the house on the incline is q flower
garden, kitchen garden, straw
berry bed, n strip of green corn and
field OF yellow grain.
In n corner of the garden, beyond
the beds of vegetables and rows OF
thyme, rosemary and sweet mNrjoram,
grape trellis and clump of currant
bushes, where ripe fruit hangs like
lunches of coral, there is n chestnut
tree, and under its shade isJanet Town
sends favorite retreat.
Janet is seventeen. Her black hair
is braided to her waist, and beyond
that falls in silken bush that touches
the grass as she sits with her hands
clasped around her knees, her body
leaning forward. Her eyes are dark,
and have in them that wistful, inquir-
ing look you sometimes see in the
eyes of the young.
Janet is dreaming of the future,
waiting for the kingdom to come to
her, and it is SO much nearer than she
dreams.
Overhead songbird rustles among
the leaves and fits upward from limb
to limb until the topmost boz . :. Is
.SaCned. de r.pea-."O =. .nree short,
inquiring notes, turns his head this
turbed. and then he balances forward,
while the rich round notes OF his wild
song seem to fairly tumble from his
throat.
"Janet Janet |" voice is calling,
'Janet, your father wants you" The
girls hands unclasp; she throws out
her arms, numbed by the tension OF
tho clasp about her knees, and then
she lightly runs down the path to the
house.
"Father wants you, Janet" one OF
the children repeats, as she bounds
up the steps OF the back porch "Ae is
out on the front stoop."
"What is it, daddy?"
"Were you busy, Janet?'
"Im never busy, dad"
The man looks ut the girl half re-.
gretfully. 81 an afraid you don't
like work, Janet. Work is good
thing.
"Yes, know work is a good thing
the right kind OF work.
There WAS silence for few minutes
and then she said, reaching out for the
paper he held in his hand "Do you
want me to read the rest of that con.
tinued story?' They had just reached
the trial in the last chapter.
"No, not just now. Mother AMI ]
have been sort of talking things over
and we have decided that we will use
the honey money each year for tae
childrcn's education. Now, you are
the oldest, Janet, and mother thinks
you ought to have chance because
you have always had TO take care OF
the younger ones. | saw Zckial Hale
in town to-day, and he tells me Eliza
beth Is going to IA business college in
the city. Mother and | concluded
we'd have you go with her. Elizabeth't
a good girl
"What would l do with a busines,
education, dad?'
sou, lots OF girls are learning to be
bookkeepers and stenographers ant
so on. Do you want to So?"
"Not to be II bookkeeper, dad"
"Why?"
81 have got book learning enough
but if you will let me study drawing
the girl goes behind her father ant
puts her arms close around his neck
81 can draw we'll now; Mr.. Munci
says | eau learn no more from him.
want TO be an artist.
The mans face is thoughtful. I"
don't know about that, Janet. In
afraid mother won't agree, but I'll asl
her. Children nowadays do learn dif
(erent things from what they used to.
Dear old dad pant the arm
hug closer. "And will live IN Bo
hemial'
He didn't say anything more. II
is very proud of this bright, dar
girl; he has an innate feeling that sh
really would not maze bookkeepe
or an office girl; she is 80 diiieren
from the other children.
The matter is finally settled, an
she is going away. Away from tn
cottage, all woodbine covered; tn
sweet, damp woods, the birds that sin
in tha traetnna AWAY from tha daat