Iron County record. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1893-1982, 1904-08-20


dainties, aud East Indian jars of fruits
and sweetmeats, and case of crysta
bottles, and some fine lemons. She
was fair, rosy girl, with a kind
cheerful face, pleasant voice, and
smile that was at once innocent and
bright. Her fine light hair was rolled
high and backward; and no one could
nave imagined dress more suitable
to her than the trig dark bodice, the
quilted skirt, and the white apron she
wore
Her father and mother watched her
with a loving satisfaction, and Elder
Semple was quite sensible of Joan.
mas presence, and of what she was
doing.
AT this point Katherine Van Heems.
kirk came into the room, and the elder
slightly moved his chair and said.
Come ava, my bonnie lassie, and 1ei
us hae look at you" And Katherine
laughingly pushed stool towards the
| fire, and sat down between the two
men on the hearthstone. She was the
daintiest little Dutch maiden that
ever latched a shoe-very diminutive,
with a complexion like sea-shell
great blue eyes, and such a quantity
of pale yellow hair that it made light
of its ribbon snood, and rippled over.
her brow and slender white neck in
bewildering curls.
Long before supper was over,
Madam Van Heemskirk had discov-
cred that this night Elder Semple had
special reason for his call, and when
the meal was finished, and the girls
gone to their room, she was not aston
ished to hear him say, "Joris, let us
light another pipe. | haze something
to speak anent-Sit still, guidewife
we shall want your word on the mat
ter"
"On what matter, elder?"
"Anent a marriage between my son
Neil and your daughter Katherine"
The words fell with a sharp dis
tinctness, not unkindly, but as If they
were more than common words. They
were followed by a marked silence, a
silence which in no way disturbed
Semple. He knew his friends WELL
and therefore he expected it.
Joris at last said slowly, "For Kath-
crime the marriage would be good, and
Lysbet and would like 1t. However,
we will think little about it, there
is time, and to spare. One should not
run on a new road Say what you
think, Lysbet."
Neil is to my mind when the time
comes. But yet the child knows not
perfectly her Heidelberg. And there
is more; she must learn to manage a
house of her own. So in time say,
it would be a good thing. We have
been long good friends"
I'VE haze been friends for four gen
erations, and we may safely tie the
knot tighter now. The land between
this place and my place, on the river
side. is your land, Joris. Give it to
Katherine, and l will build the young
things house; and the furnishing
and plenishing ,we'll share between
u.s."
There is more to a wedding than
house and land, elder A young girl
should be wooed before she is mar
ried. You know how it is; and Kath-
crime, the little one, she thinks not of
such a thing as love and marriage"
VIVA kens what thoughts are under
curly locks at seventeen? You'll hae
noticed, madam, that Katherine has
come mair often than ordinar' to Sem
pie House lately?"
That is so. 1t was because of Col.
Gordon's wife, who likes Katherine.
She is teaching her a new stitch in
her crewel-work."
"Hum-m-m! Mistress Gordon
has likewise nephew, q vera hand |
some lad. l haze seen that he takes a
deal O. interest in the crewelstitcb
likewise. And Neil has seen il too |
for Neil has set his heart on Rather
ine-and this afternoon there was a
look passed between the young men / |
dinna like. Well be haeing a chal- |
lenge, and twa fools playing at MUIR
der, next"
Il am glad you spoke, elder Thank |
you. I'll turn your words over in my
heart" But Van Heemskirk was un-
der a certain constraint; he was be-
ginning to understand the situation,
to see in what danger his darling
might be. He was apparently calm;
but an angry fire was gathering in his
eyes, and stern lines settling about the
lower part of his face.
MY Lysbet is the finest lady in the
whole land. Let her daughters walk
In her steps. That is what want.
Now, there is enough, and also there
is some one coming"
1t Will be Neil and Bran; and, as
the words were spoken, the young
men entered
Again you are late, Bran; and
the father looked curiously in his