Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1900-09-13


you" he remarked looking down at her
beautiful face.
1t would be she said. did / not
find so much pleasure II my surround
ings.'
You love nature 50 much?" he in
CURED
Yes she replied. Z am jus,
eighteen, and I have never been beyond
the sound OF the rush Of the river yet
You see, it runs just at the end of the
garden; the acacia-trees grow quite
down to the waters edge"
You have never been away from
this place in all your Hfe?" he said.
wonderingly.
No, not for a day" she replied.
Warwick is not very far away; but l
have never seen the grand old castle
there
And L. he said, though I am only
q few years older than you are, have
been almost all over the world"
I long to see the world" she con-
fessed, looking at him with a wfstfu!
expression. I love St. Byno's: but |
should like to see the grand palaces !
have read about But then life is
Iong"
He sighed when he heard the words
for he knew that poets am philosO-
piers said just the opposite. She was
youns. beautiful quite innocent and
ignorant Of the ways of life. He was
like man with a new picture to loCE
at, a new book to read; he was en-
raDtured and fascinated; he could have
sat on the trunk OF the fallen tree and
listened to her forever.
Tell me about yourself" he said.
I have nothing to tell" she replied.
You can understand how quiet and
uneventful my life has BEEN for l have
never left St. Byno's."
L can understand how pleasant and
simple it has been, he said.
Yes, she answered, a shade of sad
ness coming over her face. IF my
parents had lived, it would have been
ali that is most delightful But myI
aunt has no sympathy with the young.
neither has she any love for the beauti-
full, and consequently she is apt to re-
gard me and my amusements with con-
tempt. She Well, l cannot we'll ex-
plain myself; but l am not happy with |
her"
There was something of repressed
feeling in the girlish face which touch.
ed the listener.
My aunt" she continued, docs not
even like the singing of the birds. She
destroys the butterflies, but she let's the |
bees live because they make honey, !
which she sells. Every one is eager to
buy it; they say it is the finest honey
in Warwickshire Things that are
beautiful and of use she tolerates; but
be they ever SO beautiful and useless, |
she dislikes them
Under what category does she place
ycn?' he asked
under NEITHER was the reply. I'm
Aunt AIice's mind I hold a position |
quite different from anything else in
creation She often says that I was
born for her special annoyance, to be |
her especial cross; and, though she is
very kind to me in essential things,
believe it is true that I am torment
to her"
Why" he asked, slowly. Tell me
WHY"
Because I cannot fall in completely |
with all her views. She would like me
to get up at a certain hour in the morn |
ing. If the sun is shining l rise very
early-I cannot wait for the regulation
hour; and then my aunt is not pleased. |
She says that the dew destroys my
shoes and dresses, that | should wait
until the day is aired;' and, when I
attempt to argue the point with her,
sh9 grows angry. Do you see where |
the water falls over the rock there and
runs back into the stream?" the girl |
asked, after a brief pause.
To be continued.