Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1900-12-07

blHSl anu Lulln AuIIuu
rustled down stairs, all
ready for Mrs. Campbells garden
party.
They We're tall, slender girls, with
be-friZzled yellow hair, and looked
like twin Undines in their pale-green
lawns, lit by the moony CLEAN of fish
scale jewelry.
"All ready, girls?" said Daisy Dacre,
blithely, as she sprang up, shaking
scraps of colored paper from her limp
lawn dress, dotted with rosebuds that
were vanishing like phantoms with
much washing
There, now, you're going to leave
me!' whined Il sickly-looking child,
with slender yellow braids and large,
sullen, brown eyes. Ma said you
must amuse me, for I'm so delicate.
You've got to stay and make my
paper-dolls some more dresses. So,
now, Daisy Dacre!"
i've made your dollies dozens of
dresses already. Won't you let cousin
go just this once" pleaded Daisy.
"If you go once, you'll want to be
going again. l think you're very sell
fish to want to go and leave your little
sick cousin" said Rosabel, reproach-
fully.
Il don't see how you can reconcile
it to your conscience to go and leave
that child when she begs you to stay
with her" chimed in Ethel, severely.
Come, Edith, let's go. Mrs. Campbell
said that Miss Allyn's nephew, from
Boston, Roy Fabian, would be there
! to-day. You know he's quite a cele-
brated artist and as handsome as a
prince, they say"
! And Ethel and Edith went down the
front walk, with their rose-lined
parasols tipped at the most becom-
ing angle, leaving Daisy to whisk
away surreptitious tear or two, swal-
low couple of sobs, and give all her
energies to the task of entertaining a
spoiled child.
She was Mrs. Adrian's orphan niece,
pretty and poor, and had impercepti-
bly, glided into the position of genteel
drudge in her aunt's family, with a
salary of caSt-off dresses and fault
| finding.
But she had n loving nature which
twined itself around even her domes-
tic tyrants, and she had grown up
among her petty prosecutions as
daintily-sweet as a brier-rose among
its besetting thorns.
After their early tea, indoor enter
tainment waXed tame.
Il think We'll go to walk. Mamma
says l need exercise. Not too much,
but just enough to relax my nerves
and give me an appetite" said Rosa
bel, who had all her mothers pet
phrases at her tongues end.
VERY well, dear. Shall we go to
the cemetery?" inquired Daisy, who
was well acquainted with Rosabers
ghoul-like proclivities for roaming
among the tombs and meditating on
an early death.
Yes assented Rosabel, 81 should
ike to look at the stone they have
Just been putting up at Julia May
berry's grave"
| 1t was only a short distance to the
beautiful old cemetery, which over
looked the valley of the river with
low-lying blue hills beyond, and the
two girls soon reached it.
Rosabel proceeded at once to the
grave of Julia Mayberry, the patron
chiid-saint of the neighborhood, and
seating herself on the base of the
stone, began slowly tracing the in
scription with sallow little finger-tip.
While Daisy took possession of a
rustic seat, and bent in absorption
over book of POEMS
1t was only a cheap paper-bound
edition, but Daisy looked quite as
pretty bending over it as if it had
been bound in blue velvet and studded
with diamonds.
And so thought at least one of n pair
of unseen spectators.
They were an oddly-assorted couple.
The man was young, tall, straight as
dart, and singularly handsome,
with hazel eyes that could glow into
gold and flash into black, and crisp,
dark hair.
The woman-a quaint, pretty, rich
ly-dressed, little old lady, with n
Drlsk walk and eyes that flashed like
black diamonds-had her thick knot
of silver hair fastened with gold
comb, and carried a gold-headed cane
In one of her little, withered, ivory
hands.
Just look at that girl sitting there,
reading! Isn't she n beauty, with her
fluffy red-gold hair lit up like saints
halo by the sunsetT
ITS just like you, Roy, to be falling
IN love with every pretty girl you see!'
laughed Miss Allyn.
with whom should fall in love,