News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1913-09-03

else at the moment, for our lost ranch
/ is so far from everywhere.
"No, madam" he said quite gravely.
I'm only curate. May I sit DOWN."
! My heart went out to him, for he
was so little, 80 old, English like me,
but with the manner of the great
world. When he sat down he took
care not to hurt one of my flowers.
81 fear I'm trespassing," he said, Sin
your royal gardens. May I introduce
myself? My name is Nisted-Jared
Nisted once an army chaplain, now a
tourist"
care you sure" I ventured, "that
you're not "a"
Fairy? Believe me, dear lady, I'm
a very commonplace little person.
"a humble admirer Of yours, one
fearful George, has been kind enough
to bring me here in his blackboard,
which has complaining wheels,
creaky body, and such wheezy horse.
He, fearful George, mean contract
ed for seventy-fge dollars to bring me
to paradise and back; but as we
creaked our passage through that
weird black forest I feared my guide
had taken the pathway which leads to
the other place. | confess, the upper
forest frightened me, and now hav-
ing come to paradise, don't want to
go back" He sighed George" he
added, "is making camp up yonder.
Mrs. Smith, will you laugh at me very
much if I tell you fairy tale? It's
quite a nice one
oh, dol" I begged.
Well" he began, you know where
the three birch trees are all using
single pool as their mirror"
Of course these were the Three
Graces. Mrs. O'Flynn and I had
known for months past that the spot
was haunted
Each of them" said my visitor,
Seems to think the others quite SUI
perfiuous.'
That was true. I asked him if any.
one was there.
"a lady, yes"
That's the mink" I whispered.
"She's a fairy. But don't tell my hus-
band. You know he laughs at me for
being so superstitious."
l explained that my dear husband
cannot see the MINK, that my servant |
dare not look.
81 doubt" said Father Jared, with |
regret, that very few fairies nova
days are superstitious enough to be-
lieve in us poor mortals."
For that l could have kissed him.
"They used" tiae dear old man went |
on "to believe in our forefathers, but |
there is very general decline of !
faith. 1t is not for us to blame them,
What fairy, for example, could be ex-
pected to believe in fearful George?
He chews tobacco"
ooh, tell me more about her. Did
she speak to youe She's fearfully dan
gerous. We had ranch hand here
who went quite fey, possessed, l
think. I'm frigtstsaed of her now"
"She Thinks he retorted, that
you're wicked weman.''
me -
Eyes, you. She said you would run
away. and you dHd. | am to tell you
hats very unwise."
please tell the mink to mind her
,wn business"
What is her business?" he asked
mildly.
Being fairy. l suppose. I'll never
orgive her for what she did to Billy.
3esides," added, "she makes fun of
Is"
mo wonder, for we humans are so
tupid.'
"She's full of mischief"
"Of course" The old mans eyes
winkled and blinked as thought
ant set words to fit that puzzled
memory. He had told me twice that
Ie was not fairy. 81 am to tell you
rom my lady, that she is not the
ninx. Winds, waves, and living
hings," he said, ARE full of mischief
nd laughter. The sun has room to
parkle even in a tear, and Heaven
Ouches our liRs with every smile, for B
oy is holy. Spirits, angels, fairies. "
re only thoughts which have caught Q
he light celestial, mirror-thoughts =
Thich shine In Heavens glory. Chill
zen, and happy people see that light,