Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1895-01-17

you:
You are good man, Charles Jud.
Nns," replied Alma, drying her eyes;
you deserve better than to he ham
rered With such as me Iou might
lind 4 good girl out there you could
! marry"
Z There was 4 wiStful look In Alma :
eyes, that embroidered JudkinS to paint
their future in still more glowing
terms, and urge his suit more ar-
IDENTITY than ever; and the end was
that, when they Strolrd slowly back
toward Alma's cottage in the ruddying
sunshine 4 bunch of white StephanotiS
and maiden-hair from the SwayneStol e
conServator!es had Strayed from
Charities coat to Alma'S black dress.
and Alma's scarlet poppieS dropped in
glowing languor on the young fellows
hncSt breast, while the boys bright
head lay sleeping on his arm.
The bells had ceased now, and the
swallows We're sweeping round the
gray pcltry. hathrd in sunlight and
tutoring their peculiar twittcr. Wider
and wider grew the circles they made,
now IN search Of prov, now In chase
of each other, now in mere delight III
airy motion, over the rectory roof and
across the lawn, where pleasant
group was gathered, to one OF whom
their sunny breasts and curving flight
brought Sorrowful thoughts OF a lone
ly prisoner. for whom she had trans
lated GrosSi'S exquisite "Rondlnella
Pellegrina" long ago.
"Oh, Sc anch 10! ma 10 contende
QueSta haSSa augusta volta,
Dove ! sole non riSplcude,
Dove l aria ancor me lolita,
Donde a te In mia favella
Giunge appcua. oh, rondinelaw
she was murmuring inwamly, as her
glance followed the birds Of happy lib
crty in their graceful gyrations against
the lucid sky.
Lillian was making tea at a rustic
table beneath the lindens on the lawn;
Mrs, Maitland lay on couch near her;
Marion reclined IN a low slung ham
mock. with one slender foot touching
the turf Us she SWayed to and fro:
Cvril lounged in low gardcn-chair
close at hand, very much at his ease,
yet ready to hold her cup and plate,
and do her bidding; Mr. Maitland.
placid and revealing in the thought
that he need preach no more for a
week. had another garden lounge. and
asked for his third cup OF tea; Lennie
lay on his back. staring at the sky.
with one leg crossed over the other,
and pointing heavenward; while Win
MES golden curls were straying over
the shoulder of Ingram Swaynestone,
who sat near Lillian, and held the
child leaning against him, encircled
| by one arm while he watched the
graceful movements of the tea-makor.
and delighted in the slim beauty of
her hands.
Some stone-fruit and cluster of
purple and one Of white grapes on the
| tea table made a splendid center of
color beneath the golden green of the
sunlit lindenS. 1t was a sweet and
happy scene, peaceful, contented, and
free, very different from the solitary
prison-cell which the swallows sug-
geSted to Lilian'S Imagination. They
had been talking rs people talk over
tea-tabes; Cyril had given some droll
accounts of things which had amused
him in his recent travels. There had
been happy laughter and testing, and
now a pleasant silence, which no one
| wished to break, had fallen on the
little party.
Then ii was that Winnie had one
Of hcr startling visitations OF thought
fulnrSS, and burst out as follows 81.
der how Alma Lee likes having to
go 10 hell"
MY dear little girl, what are you
talking ab0utY returned the gentle
rector, startled out OF his peaceful day
dream.
well you see. she mnst 20 there"
protested Winnie. with deep earnest
ness; sit can't be helped now she has
broken two commandments the third
and the ninth"
Hush, DEAR said Lillian; you must
not talk Of such things. Besides, let
US hope poor Alma repents."
How Gan she repent with poor
Henry still In prison." demanded
Winnie, tiercely lifting her head and
tossing back her golden mane.
1--WE must, at least, hope that poor
Alma will repent before she comes 10
die dear" said Mr.. Maitland; but
it is not for any one, least Of all one
so young as you, TO judge her But
you may pray for her"
Besides" said Mrs Maitland, I'VE
do not know that Alma has broken
those commandments"
ION, don't we, thought cried Lennie.
throwing himself round to face his
mother; when she told all those lies
about Henry and his gray suit Why,
Henry changed his clothes before
lunch, because he got them dirty walk
Ing with Lillian"
III Henry changed his Clothes be-
fore luncheon, Iennie," said Cyril.
p11fafIy Nuhu 1II Won mot ca ~.