Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1908-06-13

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Watched Her Second Old cy Pulling
Trout from Each Pool and
Cascade.
lowed she run away from somewhat.
but where twas. she didn't want TO
tell. Ny pinion is thar's a love fair
at the bottom ont all; but whether it's
SO or not. Il amt none o. our business.
She needs a home. sartin sure. She
says she means 90 airn her keep. which
is the right sperit. an long as she
minds US. she kin have It."
That Chip ARMED her keep" and
something more was soon evinced, for
in two weeks IL was Aunt Mandy"
and Uncle Jud" from her. and Patty
or "Pattycske." the nickname given
her that first morning from them
More than that. SO rapidly had she
won her way here that by now Uncle
Jud had visited the RiEgsville store.
some four miles down this valley. and
materials for two dresses. new shoes.
n broad sun hat. and other much-need-
ed clothing were bought for Chip.
Neither was # all one-sided. for
these people. weli-to-do IN their $50
Their two boys had grown up. gone
away and married and had homes Of
their own. and the company OF a
bright and winsome girl like Chip was
needed I'm this home.
Her adoption and acceptance Of 70
We're like a small stream flowing into
a larger one. for the reason that these
people were almost primitive in loca-
ton and custom.
we don't go 90 meeun' Sundays"
Uncle Jud had explained that first day
after breakfast. Were sorter heath
en-. I s'pcsc; but then ag'in. thar amt
no chance. Thar used 10 be mcetn's
down 20 the Corners. n a parson: but
he only got four hundred a year, an
hard work 20 collect that. n so he gin
the job up. Since then the meetiu'.
house has kinder gone 90 pieces. n
the Corner folks use e. now for STORM
tools. We obsarve Sundays here by
bein' sorter lazy. m so nshin' some
or pickin' berries"
And then Uncle Jud was so much
like old Cy In ways and speech that
her heart was won. And besides these
blessings. the old farm house, hidden
away between two ranges OF wooded
hills, seemed so out OF the world and
so secure from observation that she
felt that no one from Greenvale ever
could % would discover her. She had
meant TO hide herself from all who
knew her. had changed her name for
that purpose. and here and now IL
was accomplished.
That first Sunday, also. became a
halcyon one for her, after chores. In
the performance OF which Chip made
herself useful, Uncle Jed took his fish
pole. and giving her The basket to
carry, led the way 10 the brook. and
for four bright sunny hours. Chip
knew not the lapse OF time while she
watched the leaping. laughing stream,
and her second Old Cy pulled trout
from each pool and cascade
And so her new life began.
But the change was not made with
out some cost 10 her feelings. for
heartstrings reach far, and Miss Phin-
ney and her months Of patient teach
ing were not forgotten.
Aunt Comfort and her benign face
oft returned to Chip, "and dear Old
Cy." as she always thought OF him.
stiil oftener. Rays face also linger-
ed in her heart Now and then she
caught herself humming some darby
song. and never once did the moon
smile into this quiet vale that her
thoughts did not speed back to that
wildwood lake. with its rippled path
OF silver, the dark bordering forest.
and how she welded a paddle while
her young lover picked his banjo.
NO word or hint of all this bygone
lie and romance ever fell from her
lips. II was a page in her memory
that must never be turned-an idyl
TO be forgotten-and yet forget 1t
she could not, in spite Of will or
wishes.
And now as the summer days sped
BY, and Chip helping Uncle Jud in the
meadows or Aunt Mandy about the
house, and winning love from both
saw new realm open before her.
There was In the sitting room OF this
quaint nome a tall bookcase. its
shelves filled with q motley collection
or books; works on science. astron-
omy, geology, botany, and the like.
BOOKS or travel and adventure; stories
or strange countries and people never
neard of by Chip; and novels by Scott
Lever, Cooper, and Hardy. These last,
especially Scott and Cooper, appealed
most to Chip. and once she began
tnem' every spare hour. and often I'M
I'll long past midnight she became
lost in this new world.
Il know all about how folks live in
the woods she said one Sunday TO
Uncle Jud, when half through The
Deerslayer-" Il was brought up
there. know how Injuns live, and
what they believe. had an old
! lnjun friend once. I've got the moe