The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1900-12-10

pink cups along the course Of
> the little brook. and a fragrant rain OF
daisies and buttercups followed the
"swish" Of Harry Hutton's scythe, as
he worked ON the hillside.
And little Barbara, perched on the
fence. with her lap full Of wlld-straw-
berries. watched him, with sort OF
dreamy delight.
Harry Hutton and his sister Bar
bara were all alone In the world A
lIttls to the south, half hidden In
tangle of brooding apple-tree boughs,
could be seen the steep gable-roofs Of
the old Hutton farmhouse; and more
than one blooming village maiden
.-yondered that Harold could be con-
tent with OILY old Betsey to keep
house for him. and little Barbara 10
be company in the big, echoing rooms.
"He can marry II he chooses" said
Alice Lee, with a sidelong glance at
the mirror. Hes richr'
Eyes. ifv' said Amy Yokes, saucily.
"But you know he has never seen the
right one"
SO there he was, all unfettered by
Love as yet-straight manly, beauti-
full TO look upon as Apollo's self. with
the glltterlng scythe swinging through
the high grass, and little Barbara sit
ting on the fence with her brown.
glpsy-llke face half In shadow
''It was so nicer said Barbara. "Oh.
Harry, IL you could only have seen it!'
''Nonsensew said Harry. fiinglng
down his scythe and leaning up for a
moment against the fence. "A com
mon travelling circusl can't think
little Bah. how Uncle Potter ever LET
you 90 TO such a placer
"But the llonsv' cried Barbara. "And
the elephants, And the lovely young
lady that rode ON the white pony. and
jumped through the garlands OF roses
Oh. Harry, do take me again! Just
once, dear Harryr'
And she threw her arms around his
neck, and pressed her strawberry
stained lips to his brorzed face.
They're going to stay in MiIlyiiIe all
summer, Harry" coaxed the elf. And
Uncle Potter is going 10 take the chill
dren once a week, he saysr'
Harry resolutely shook his head.
''Not Il'' said he. "A circus, indeed.g
And nothing would induce him to
go and see "Mademoiselle Rosifa
Raven. the Danseuse and Equestrian
Queen" who formed the most attrac-
ffvo etor 80 tfo t~a..oftxs. <f.o...
.Her very name is enough for me-"
said Harry. with n shrug OF his broad.
finely modelled shoulders. "a painted.
spangled popInJay. risking her life to
make the gaping crowd stare; No. I've
no curiosity at all to see Mademoiselle
Rosita Raven"
There was little one-storied cot
tage, however. ON the outskirts OF the
village-a rudely built nook, with a
popular reputation Of being haunt
ed" and about this time it obtained
teaant-a dark- Drowned. soberly.
dressed young woman. who was usu-
ally mcnding stockings or hearing les.
sons for two blue-eyed. golden-tressed
little maids, who played around the
door-stone; and as Harry Hutton.
whose business frequently took him
Into the village. rode past the humble
domlclde. he looked with sort OF
pleasure upon the moving pictures at
the cottage door. and wondered. vague.
~, why the little blondes and their
olive-faced young protectress were so
unlike.
They are like twin daisies" he said.
10 himself; but she Is n royal rose. /
wonder who they can be-
One day his horse dropped shoe
in the road. One OF the little lassles
ran after him, with II held aloft in
her hand
Thank You, my girl" said he, stoop
Ing from his horse TO give her n coin.
"Whl you tell me what your name
isg"
But the child shook her head. all
dancing with sunny curls.
SISTER Rose don't let us talk to
strangers" said she.
Blood rushed to Harry Huttou's
face; but he smiled. nevertheless.
Sister Rose is quite right" said he.
Nevertheless. I am much Obliged 10
You, my pretty maids'
And The next time he passed the
cottage, the picture he saw through
the half-closed lattice was pretty be.
yond expression-Sister Rose at her
sewing, the queenly brow half benz
the black haids dropping on the neck. |
and tie children reciting their cate
chism IN sirrlil chorus. to her. chirping
ont:
10 get mine own living and to do
my duty in that state Of life TO which
It shah please God 10 call meens
And that is lesson" the Young
man thought, to himself (which
grsat many Of us are slow enough to