Imatges de pÓgina

open air.

go away quietly after she had looked at and red stirring in the nest, and found, to them, so that she might not frighten the her wonder and delight, that the homely birds too much. “Of course," she thought, mites of things were three little birds it would scare them more to have lots of curled up over the two remaining eggs. folks come and look at them than to have "O how funny! O how queer” cried me come alone; so I don't think I shall Deena; and at the sound of her voice the tell Frank and Jessie. Frank might want three nestlings raised themselves up, and to take the eggs, too, to put with the others opened their mouths as wide as they possithat he has had given him, and that would bly could, thinking their father or mother be awful. No, I wont tell them. I might had come to feed them. tell mother, but I'm afraid if I do she'll Deena crept away, and very soon the say I mustn't come near the nest any more, parent birds returned to the nest to foed and I do so want to watch the eggs, to see and hover their little ones. when they hatch! I can come every day Deena's frequent visits to the field would and louk, and go away, and 0, when the have caused more surprise if she had not little bird get feathered, I'll show them be in the habit of roaming about on her to mother. Wont she be surprised ?”' And father's farm as much as she pleased, if in her delight at this expected astonish- the weather were pleasant. She was not ment on her mother's part, Deena burst very strong, and Mrs. West believed that it into a low merry laugh. Then, mindful of was well for her to amuse herself in the the long time she had been in the field, she hastened to fill her pail, and turned In two more days the whole brood of home without again approaching the spar- young sparrows was hatched, and Deena row's nest, though she longed to do so. thought she could see that they had grown To-morrow," she said to herself, “I can each time she went to the nest. After a come and look at it."

while she would pick the largest and ripest During the next week or two Deena was strawberries she could find and drop them quite a mystery to her playmates. She felt into the young birds' wide-open mouths. the importance that came of “keeping a It grew harder and harder for her to keep secret all to herself,” and could not help her secret, and she went so far as to tell throwing out hints of some wonderful her mother that she was going to show her knowledge that was hers and hers only. something pretty, soon—something nicer In fact, she told Frank and Jessie Law- than she could ever guess, following up rence one day that she knew something this announcement with a kiss and a rethat nobody else knew-"nobody in the quest not to ask what it was, just yet. Mrs. whole world;" and when she had thus West was used to such mysterious promroused their curiosity, she refused to say a ises, and so smiled as she returned tbe word more, and trembled for fear they kiss, and agreed to wait patiently. would find out, somehow, about her pre- One morning Deena saw what was to her cious sparrow's nest.

a wonderful sight. Two of the young Every day, unless it stormed, she went sparrows, who had now all got quite a nice to the nest and peeped at the eggs, when coat of feathers, and were nearly as large the mother-bird flew up at ber approach, as the old birds, had perched themselves and for a week or more there was no upon the edge of the nest; but when they change. Then came a drizzling rain that saw her coming they crowded back among lasted two days, and though she longed to the others in a great hurry, and lay there, go, Deena could not invent any excuse for drawing themselves up as small as possible, visiting the bird's nest. At last the sun and looking at her with their ten bright came brightly out, and the little girl hast- little eyes. It was a pretty sight, and ened to the field to see if any harm had Deena nearly went into raptures over it as come to the five small eggs. The sparrows she talked to the little brood. “To-morhad seen her come so often, and go away row,” she said, “I will bring mother to without injuring them, that they had

see you, and 0, how pleased she will be p' grown less shy. This morning the little

The morning came, and Deena asked mother sparrow seemed unwilling to leave her mother if she would go to the field her nest, and when she did fly a short dis

with her. The request was granted, and tance, Deena saw something very queer the little girl could scarcely keep from running all the way, so impatient was she liked to see them very much, but I know to have her mother see the young spar- just how cunning they were, for I have rows. They reached the spot-Deena ran often found them and fed them with berforward to point out the birds—when sud- ries, just as you did. I will tell you how denly she stopped and burst into a passion it will be. Before long there will be some of tears and sobs. Her astonished mother more little eggs in the nest, and by-and-by looked to see the cause of this unexpected another brood will come out to be fed, emotion, and saw a little empty ground and to grow strong, and fly away. Just sparrow's nest. At last Deena found voice think how nice it is for the little birds to to tell the story of finding the nest, and get out of the bot little nest! So this was how she had watched the tender brood

your secret, my Deena! You planned a until they were all feathered into beauty. pleasaut surprise for me, and that was like "And now," she sobbed, “something has my loving little girl. I am just as pleased got them, something has killed them, or as if I had seen the birds." stolen them away! the dear pretty birdies Listening to her mother's kind cheerful that I wanted you to see !"

words, Deena forgot her keen disappointO no, Deena," said Mrs. West, “I do ment, and looked with interest at the not think any harın bas come to the little nicely-woven nest that the sparrows had sparrows. You say that they were on the made with so much skill; though she did edge of the nest yesterday morning, and not touch it to remove it from its place. probably they have forsaken the nest be- But she did wish that she had not kept her cause they were strong enough to fly away. secret from her mother quite so long. Don't feel so badly, dear; I should have



She went to gather flowers in the autumn of the year,
Before the chilling frosts had come, before the grass was sere,
When the swift-winged birds of passage just began to thiuk of light,
And a chill unlike the summer-time caine with the hours of night.

But the sun still shone so bright o'er valley, field and bill,
That summer from the azure heavens seemed smiling on ils still,
And only a few flaunting leaves upon the maples told
That soon the autumn's magic breath would change the green to gold.

The bluebird's plaintive note was heard, mixed with the robin's song;
The mournful chant of the whippoorwill sounded the whole night long;
The warm wind bore upon its wings unwonted strength and balm,
And over all things far and wide brooded September's calm.

The garden beds were splendid with the summer's latest flowers,
That still remain, when she has tled, to gladden autumn hours;
And though the tender blooms of spring had vanished from the fields,
The wild flowers showed the richer tints a later season yields.

But if the sweet-voiced songsters of the summer yet were here,
And still at times their melodies were warbled sweet and clear,
It surely was not one of these that trilled this little song,
As o'er the fields two tiny feet tripped cheerfully along:

Said a daisy wet

To a violet
As they nestled close together,

O, what shall we do,

Unfortunate two,
Out in this terrible weather

For the spring was late

And a wind of hate
Swept over the tender flowers,

And a cloud of storm

Hid the sunshine warm,
As drearily passed the hours.

" We came far too soon,

I wish it was June,"
Sighed the daisy among its leaves;

But the violet

Said “O, do not fret,
For the heart is heavy that grieves."

“I am glad we're here,”

And shook a tear
From its azure eye as it smiled;

"If the wind is cold

Still my faith shall hold,
For I know I am Spring's own child.

“ Not a fear have I

That we two shall die,
For our mother will never forget

That we're waiting here,

Her daisy so dear,
And her own little violet."

Then a south wind blew,

And the sun peeped through
The cloud that had hung so gray,

While the voice of Spring

Seemed to sweetly sing
* The tempest is passing away."

"Twas a song of spring, though autumn skies were bending o'er the plain, But little cared the joyous child who warbled out the strain, Herself a symbol of the time when earth renews her youth, of morning's dewy freshness, and of innocence and truth.

She gathered wild flowers as she sang, she plucked the golden grain,
And bound about the little sheaf with grass from off the plain;

Above her hat's broad brim she twined the drooping ears of wheat, With all a little woman's love for beauty made complete.

She stood a picture fair to sea, with smiling lips and eyes,
This little “nut-brown maid” of whom such tender memories rise ;
A merry child whose joyous heart was free from cankering care ;-
Was ever there on earth a sight more pleasing or more fair?

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whatever they were, as she handed him the

keys every now and then. HAUNTED.

John always looked at a younger face, JOHN HUBERT IVINGTON had bought & when he smiled--a face of a really beautihoase. A handsome house in the suburbs ful girl of seventeen, the widow's only bad long been to let, and the owner, de- daughter. spairing of getting interest on his property “He seems to take a mighty fancy to you, that way, bad determined to sell.

anyway," said the widow, one day when John was a man who did not know he they had been talking of him. had nerves. He liked the place because it “I'm sure I hope not; I should not feel was capable of great improvements. Its at all flattered.” situation just suited bim-far enough from Her mother looked up amazed. the road to ensure quiet, near enough to “Why Angy, he's handsome, he's reshow with imposing distinctness. He got markably handsome.” it at a bargain, too, cash down—serpentine “So everybody says—and so, indeed, he walks, statuary, greenhouses and all. It is, to those who like that sort of good looks; mattered but little to him that the place but there's something under it all, somewas said to be unlucky; indeed, it derived thing hard and revengeful--at least, so it an additional charm in his eyes from that seems to me." fact. The man who had built it quarrelled Why, daughter,” exclaimed the mild with his wife. He was overheard by the widow, "you can't mean it?" neighbors swearing at her, about the dispo- “Indeed I do." sition of certain improvements; he was scen “Then how differently folks see! I sometimes, when the window shades were thought he looked like a man almost too up, to thrash about the room as if anxious kind and indulgent; I thought him singuto find somebody to take up cudgels against; larly beautiful. Well, well, there's no acand when madam was found dead in her counting for diversities of opinion. Your bed, one morning, although there was no poor father used to say that I was a very existing proof that evil had been done, the poor judge of character. Perbaps you take people of Berylton considered that she had after him, for I must say he read men as been foully dealt by, and only expressed easily as one reads a book. How nicely he their wonder that it didn't happen before, is fixing up! You can't deny that he has when, one morning some years after, the

great taste." old man was cut down fronu a beain in bis Angy joined her mother at the window stable, “dead as a doorpost.”

that overlooked that part of the estate From that time, all the inhabitants con- which was under repairs. Nearly a score sidered the house doomed, and whoever of workmen were busy at various points, moved in soon moved out in disgust, baving some cleaning the walks, others trimming either seen something, or heard sometbing, trees, others working upon the house-front nobody quite understood what.

itself. Joba bad listened gravely when these As Angy stood there, intent on the scene, things were commented upon, and smiled, a very handsome man rode by on horseback as the widow in the house adjoining an- touching his cap pointedly as he bowed to swered his questions with sincere faith in the two. Angy blushed and drew back. the genuineness of the sighis, sounds, or “He seems determined to keep up the (Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by THOMES & TALBOT, Boston, Mass., in

the Ofice of the Librariun of Cwogress, Wasbington.)

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