The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1895-09-24

o1n,r ter,iri1e cppurteoaucez, with
set Of croquet and al outfit Of lawn
tennis, some sA=lTing boards and bo-
tanical cases, aal the last new novels,
and came to Like Cmbasog.
COT courso taara are plenty OF to1z.
isis there she thought, ezuitantly.
- L=iselI, ;lreamin. vague visions of
returning home with o hat trimmed
Wit, orange blossoms, and an Apollo
yisaged young man in her train.
But. alas! she had been a month at
Piue Point, and not soul had come
near the place except two or three
1eather-f faced old hunters. a crooked
beldame gathering herbs and simplea,
and two Yankee showmen, in search
Of fine specimen moose for their col
lection.
Was it any wonder that the demon
Lomesickness took possession Of her
heart?
Uncle Fin, on his part, had not been
entirely without the pangs Of disap'
paintment. Cynthia was not much
company for him after all. She could
not cook half so we'll as he could; she
mended his stockings SO bungin3ly
that they hurt his feet; and she for
got to make his bed every other day
on an average.
"Ah, welll' he consoled himself,
"I s'pose all women are alike. Indian
Oscelita amt cut arter that pattern,
though. I'm level sure of that.
Oscelita Dean came one day on her
fathers steamer to the little dock,
with an offering Of freshly gathered
blueberries, rsdiantly spotted birds
eggs, and fan of eagle plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thanks !" said Cynthia, tossing
her head. 81 don't care for birds.
egg collections. We've plenty Of blue
berries here. What do you ask for
the eagle FAM
Oscelita colored little.
'I meant it for present, said she.
"Will you accept it?'
Il couldn't think Of such a thing!'
said Cynthia, primly. II never re-
eeiTe presents"
Then l shall leave it for Mr.. Cop
ley said Oscelita, smiling, as she
hung it over the Old hunters big
chair. "He will like It, IAnow."
Cynthia looked quickly around.
Was it possible the Osceiita WAS man
covering to entrap Uncle Fin for
husband? He would be quite fool
enough to fall into the trap.
"1ou caG do as you please about
that" said she, knitting with all her
might.
"You are very lonely here said
Oscelita, in her soft, fute-]ike voice.
"It's the dismalest place ever came
across in my life!" said Cynthia, pet
tisLly.
1T doesn't seem 50 to me, said
Gsselita. "In my eyes it is home"
"Tastes differ, said Cynthia, with
well-erarhasized sniff.
But as she sat there, she could see
that Oscclita was tall and slender,
with complexion OF the richest
olive; dark, liquid eyes, and hair like
Jet floss silk. And, all in p second, she
fe't how elderly and sallow and plain
she herself was
But she was the Rev. DR.. Copley's
daughter, and Oscelita, after all, was
nothing but the waif and stray of
these wiidernesses.
81 have been wishing to come and
see you this long time, soid Oscelita,
in her low, mild tone.
Much obliged, [ am sure, saii
CyDthia. "But have resources with
in myself which preclude loneliness .
"Is there nothing I can do for
Jou?' persisted OsceIite, thlnkins II;
the little boat whereTth she was
wont to row out in the pink sunrise
alter rater-lilies; Of the hidden ~co6
hooks; the lovely little brooks,
whittier no one ccull conduct ri.s
stranger but herself.
''Thank yon!" once moro retc:7al
Cynthia. 81 don't know CT auv!5:ns
unless, indeed, yon coald co - au:i
scrnb half day for me every week I
sloull be willing to pay hall 3 :I2'ls-
it,"
Judian Oscelita ro=e quietly togo.
ri think YOU are mistaken," aaid
she. 81 am not menial. tiool-
by, Miss Conley!'
Aad Cynthia watched her n'asten
tue BOAT and glide away on the spark
ling lake with slow, gracefu. st:okes.
"1 don't think she will come again."
said Cynthia, hugying herself "Eise
idee Of al Indian girl expecting to la