Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-01-30

u044cve, enu nave 4aLIUnS allowed
them; cur do not know much about
it. We will ask my husband pres
emily"
She saw the girl was struggling to
control her agitation, and went on,
ignoring it with ready tact and sym
pathy.
"Shall we sit down for a while I'M
Ger this tree? My husband and Mrs.
Allen will enjoy a chat together.
cannot tell you how good she has
been to us; but you know her fan
better than / do, so need not praise
her to you. I am almost ashamed to
own it, but, do you know, the squire
spoke so much of her and thought SO
highly of her, that felt quite afraid,
and tried to delay coming home,
dreading not being able to please her.
And now she has encouraged and
helped me in every way. 1t is so often
with persons and things one fears
most, do you not think? I do not
know what I should have done with
out her, for everything here is so diff
ferent from what I have been used
to in the North. Have you ever been
by Tyneside?"
Phyllida was forced to reply that
Deal and Canterbury were so far the
limits of her travels, and she listened,
first from politeness, and then with
interest, to an account of what seem
ed to her like foreign country; it
was, in fact, much further away than
France in distance, and almost, in
those days, in manners and customs.
She would much rather have been
left alone to think; but the squire's
wife purposely talked on of her maid
en- life iii the heart of the Northum-
brian fells, where the short summer
nights were spent in dancing and
wrestling, and the long winter ones
in spinning and song, whilst the snow
together, covering the treacherous
crags and filling the hymns with an
even layer that offered death and de-
struction to any who ventured upon it.
''Was it not very dreary?" asked
Phyllida at last.
''Well, I thought so when I was
sent there. 1 was but sixteen, and
was alone with my uncle-he is the
dukes agent. But the ladies at the
Castle were very kind to me, and lent
do and to learn that kept me from
fretting and helped me to hoping, and
at last came quite to love the coun-
try, for all it had seemed so bleak and
strange to me at first. Now the sew
en- years are over, they seem like the
last fall of snow in the spring. One
forgets the waiting when it is behind
one, and mine might have been much
worse, for I had always hope at the
bottom of the bag, as uncle used to
say to me-"
She spoke for Phyllida as much as
of herself, and the girls heart readily
responded to her kindness. 1t was
with look more expressive than her
words, that she said, as they shook
hands at parting:
AAoAA JO0 FOA A0NA LIZA cAk yOu
told me-"
"Come and see me when you can.
We must console each other for los
ing Mrs. Allen" answered her friend
at first sight, adding in lower tone,
as Phyllida was stepping into the
carriage:
81 have put the paper in the pocket
for you"
Her husband drew her back with
some testing remark about a sun
stroke, and they stood arm-in-arm
waving their adieux. Before she was
we'll aware of it, Phyllida had burst
into the food of tears she had not
felt any inclination for till that mo-
ment, and Mrs. Allen was glad to &C
cept the half-truth Of their origin as
she sobbed out:
81 do wish you were not going
away"