The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-09-25
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PARTI.


II was ay1arge, bare house-thc only
one on the sandy Pine Hill road. An
air of desolation surrounded it, which
young.Mrs. Coils Wood felt painfully,
as she reined up her gentle pony in
front of it. Gloomy evergreen forests
covered the ,hill, snlLevensthe little open
ing around the honse looked dark.
though the .sln was shining.
She knocked atthe.door, and stout,
rniddle-aged woman responded. Mrs.
Wood introduced herself, and the
woman gave her-own name as "Mrs.
Keasbey--Mrs. .ThomasKensbeyr--with
an air of pride.
"Perhaps you may know. Mrs Keas-
bey," Mrs, Wood proceedcd.when they
were seated in the plain little parlor,
"'thsI hrve a.classof girls whichmeet,
: every Sunday afternoon in the school
.house just @ the foot of the hill here.
Some of Us enjoy driving out the two
miles from the village, and staying
there an hour then. and we hope iAis a
good thing for this neiGhborhood.
have noticed when i have been driving
past here that you have very bright,
pretty girl. Wouldn't shoalke 10 join
my class?"
In spite of the gratifed expression
(which the easy compliment brought to
Mrs. Keasbey's flabby, but not uncpme'
1y face, flush of displeasures accom-
panied it.
''It was our DoriIla you saw, yDroba.
bly," she said with hanervouglittle laugh,
"but she's been TO school sight. Mr..
fKeasbeyund IhavetrnveIed mostly dur
ing the last three or four yens, and
Dorilla has been In q convent down
Isouth-not that we're specially reli-
g;ous, for we air't-bpt 1t was good
Iplnce for her and she liked 1t. She took
,nll the prizes therc--and sine reads most
Iof the time now. She's 'mcstseve1te cen,
and we think maybe she's gone to
school enough. She's sort o. odd, and
I'VE want to getyher out osthe way OF
It,"
"Then wouldn't this be good thing
for herr" urged the visitor. There are
several nice girls Ees-s.'s neighborhood
who 60 there, and IL would be pleasant
for stranger Ike your Dorilla TO get
acquainted with them"
tN-no," dissentcd Mrs. Keasbey.
1--WE may not stay here very long. L
guess it amt worth while"
There was a pause. Mrs. Wood felt
Ias though she were expected to GO, but
ishe dotided TO make another attempt.
perhaps Dorilla would really like
TO come" she suggested. Wont you
let me asl, her?"
WI don't know where she is. She MAJ
Be- eH in the woods somewhere, and
can't very well leave to hunt for her,
,.or Mr.. Kcasbey is home now, and I've
kot work TO do. / reckon she don't care
ito 60"
Atthis moment the front door opened,
and Dorile herself entered. Her attire.
like her mothers, was soiled and
tswdry, but beyond this there was lit
tile resemblance between them, Dorilla
was tall and slender, and fair. Her
black hair was as soft as silk, and hung
in long braid dewn her back. Her
eyes were dark, and their expression
was almost Wild but her rather large
l,pouth and nose we're well-shaped and
firm, and her whole bearing was quiet
and pleasing. II was no wonder thai
Mrs Wood had observed Dorilla Keas-
hey, when passing the lonely house on
Pine hill.
''See." said the girl smiling, as shs
stood in the doorway.
She held out her round arm, from
which the loose sleeve fell away at the
elbow. Three palpitating white butter.