The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1897-05-15
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by EaMA A. LrNrE.

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Well, what is there to stay for?"
II fLook there, Morris; the answer Il
VISIBLE, IN
) The there" was a wide expanse o
, field, stream, forest lake and noun
tain. The vantage ground was a grass!
hillside dotted with trees. Under the
5hadetof the grandest maple reclinet
the young men who had been undecid
ed where to spend their vacation, ant
/. had drifted to this spot on their wheels
lied by the glowing description of q
friend as to the charming scenery and
the quaint loYableness of the inhabit-
ants.
They will take you into their hearts
as well as their homes he had said
you will be asked to high tea, aud if
there's a wedding you will be invited
as surely as if you were near of kin;
at funeral you will be expected to
mourn with those that mourn. 1t is
a sweet, primitive place now; it will
be spoiled when the tourists find It,"
And So scarce caring where they
went, as long as it was away from city
sights and sounds, Fred White and
Morris Garth, one a writer, the other
a bank clerk, had come to the little
nook among the hills in the up-coun-
try.
They found boarding place with a
Quaker family, consisting of a widowed
ha~ with NJ Nb1
house was a fit habitation for the quiet,
gentle Friends. 1t was set in a large
garden, filled to profusion with old
time, always-sweet blossoms. There
were stately hollyhocks Of gorgeous
hue, balm and sweet williams, spice
pinks and bachelors buttons, and day
lilies. The front door had a heavy
metal knocker which, when struck,
brought to the porch the mistress of
the house, who, whether to friend or
stranger would always say:
Thee is very welcome; walk in.
The young tourists, on accepting this
! invitation, stepped into a COOL shad-
owy hall, fragrant with spice pinks,
and then were shown to upper rooms,
where all the belongings were simple
but spotlessly clean.
Everything seems like Sunday after
noon, Fred, even our gentle landlady.
There seems to be a sort Of sacred calm
about the house. wonder if fellow
could have a smoker"
The supper to which they sat down
with the family, was abundant and de-
lieious. The son, who ate hurriedly
and disappeared, was a clerk in the one
store of the community; the daughter,
very childlike and quaint said nothing
except the words necessary in serving
the meal, but her quiet, "Will thee
have some more berries?" or, Hadn't /
thee better try the sponge cake?"
seemed to be very persuasive.
After supper they all sat on the porch
through the long summer evening, and
were like old friends by bedtime. The
tired travellers were soon asleep, but
the simple country girl lay long awake,
thinking of the wonderful things she
had heard Of the great outside world
and the people who lived in it.
The days went by without a break
in their monotony till Morris Garth.
thoroughly rested, felt like going on to
gayer scenes; but his companion SEEM
ed 10th to move farther than a few
hours spin from the little hamlet.
One morning Garth received letter
which, for him, decided the matter.
"Awfully sorry to break up with you,
old man, but I've got summons from
my brother, Ross. He's coming north
two weeks sooner than expected, and
l must meet him at once, so as not to
lose day Of his company. Won't you
come home with me?"
Thank you, no. Go to your brother
without thought of me. I'll stop here
a day or two longer, and perhaps write
a bit. didn't mean to, but I've one or {
two ideas that may be caught"
All right, old man; don't let them !
l wonder if little Rachel will
miss me any? What quaint child i
she isl"
She watched the young wheelman t
'ide away with tears in her gray eyes, l
hen, turning to Fred White, said, |
But thee is not going. I am so v
ylad!"
why? Are you very lonely when no I
me is here?" v
1--WE didn't use to be; we should be e
Iow-thy friend and thee have so kind
y talked to us, and let me have the D
,retty magazines, and all / have
earned so much from theel Please tell q
ne some more of the world and its a
rays. Il
Il do not want to make you restless
nd disconnected, little one. The great "
'orld is not as good a place for soul Il
nd body as this. s;
But thee likes it better? Thee S,
'ould not like to stay here always, h
ould thee, just here?'
mo; my place is outside, In the whirl Al
nd hurry. But l like this retreat II
1w." q,
He might be pardoned for saying it, ty
be vine-wreathed porch, with the al
nbeams pickering through on the yell III
floor, the mingled sounds G,
bird and bee and cicada on every he
de, the easy rocker, and, more than Ri
|, the little gray-eyed Quaker girl,
it'll bushes wavering over her SEN lei
i've face, who sat opposite, eagerly III
mixing in every word. No wonder te
was lnrad ON 10 toll hnr Of all thu a.