Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-01-19

cy,s stihed, ooh, goodness mel.
That next year the indians attacked
al. the settlers and Justin LeaNitt g
his brother Remarfsbrance WA killed
along Z with %a half-dosen other
pi,nsess beAtin' back the-~re . men
while Roesrt's vile and ne otnsf
across the lake and Roberts wife hid
little Justin under her cape. Then
EfAppy Houee was empty I'll Ntfle
Justin growed up ana came back"
And had the indiana Eone then1 !"
"No. but they were friendly like
and a good thing It was for they'd
never been worse en.nnies than the
Allen and his Green Mountain Boys
slept right here many q time. for
there wasn't much they did fishtin'
the Workers. without oonsultin' q Lea
WITH But here I am rattltn, on the
oven waitin' for them pies"
1T"Oh. B'lindy--it's like Q wonderful.
story! Will you show me the book
that tells all about It? I'm 80 glad
I'll run out and look at the garden
and find Jonathan. Webb told me
Nancy's spirits wsres, soaring: In.
~sttnctively she felt that she had won
B'lindy! It was a good beginning.
She opened the great oak door and,
stepped out upon the path. At IN
time the grounds Of Happy, House
were quantity beautiful nov in, their
age and half-negleot.s Flowering per-
ennials had crept out from, their old
beds and had spread unchecked
around among the giant trunks of the
trees so that from hedge to hedge
there was q riot OF color.
Among the gay blossoms Nancy
the house to discover what might lie
beyond. In the back she found iona
than pottering among some rasp-
berry bushes that bordered the
tagged walk. He was very bent and
very. old and very wrinkled; his Dyes
twitched and blinked as he lifted his
head to look at her. q
Good ~afternoon! I am Anne Lea
witt" Nancy called blithely. He was
such a perfect part of the old, old
garden that she loved him on the
spot. t-,a
oval. wal-little Anne Leavitt.",
and he nodded and blinked at her.
II wish you'd call me Nancy" Nan
cy ventured. Everyone does, and I
don't seem nearly big enough to be
Anne. ! love your flowers and oh.
what a'lot Of berries you are going
to have!" a
The old man Strengthened his
shoulders-at least he tried to! His
flowers were his children.
In my younger days this here gar
den was the show Of the Island" he
answered proudly. = Folks come
from all round to look at it! Thirty
countin' the hollyhocks' that grew. like
trees-taller'n L am. And vines and
berries and vegetables. But Isscan't
work like I used to, and Miss Sa-
briny don't like anyone but, me to
touch things. So things have to go
abit. Miss Nancy huh! Ye are a lit
tie thing" But his smile was kind
ly; And T hope We bring some sun
Suddenly Nancy exclaimed: "Oh-
the lake! I didn't realize how close
we were to it,
/ Beyond the raspberry patch and
the kitchen garden stretched an old
orchard. Through the trees Nancy
had glimpsed the sapphire blue Of
Lake Champlain.
lis that orchard ours?" she asked
Jonathan.
"That it is. I helped my father
plant those thar trees myself and
they're the best bearin's on the hui
of Nor Hero!"
Nancy stood irresolute. She want
ed to explore further-to run out
among the apple trees to the very
cliff Of the lake. But she was burst
ing to write to Claire-there was.al-
ready so much to tell her. (
So with one long, lingering look. she
retraced her steps back to the house.
AS she passed slowly under the trees
she was startled NY the movement Of
a single slat<in one ofsgthe upstairs
blinds. And .t%nstinctively she knew
that an peeped at her from be-
hind It. roe 4
Miss Milly-it must. Of course, be
the poor Miss Milly'.. of, whom
Webb had spoken!
Nancy closed the fronttEdoor soft
ly behind her that it might not, dis
turb Miss Sabrina's hour of rest.
Then she tiptoed up the long stair
way. It took but a moments calcu-
Ting to decide which door led to the
room where. the blind had opened.
She stopped before It and tapped
gently with one knckic. ~ Z
"Come in" a voice answered..
Opening the door, Nancy walked
into u room, the counterpart of her
own. except that a couch was drawn
before the blinded windows. And