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DUAL HOMESICKNESS.
Whikt I in old-world capitals sojourned,
In storied dties, rich with Time's acquest,
A pilgrim from our wide, uastoricd west,
Forever homeward I in spirit turned:
For me through each Atlantic suntef burned
My homeland dawn in braver splendor
dressed.
The bird divine that sang from bosky
nest,
Beside my brown thrush scanty tribute
earned.
But now when I once more sit down at
home,
What fond perversity my soul pursues 1
She roves afar, beyond her native pale,
And slips Manhattan Isle to pace through
Rome;
Or leaves the brown thrush for the winged
Muse
For moonlit Cadenabbia's nightingale.
Edith M. Thomas in June Century.
THE SHADOW OF ROMANCE.
The little old farmhouse stood close to
the poet road. Its weather-beaten sides
were covered with the same rounded
shingles they wore in the days when the
stages passed this way between New
York and Boston. Vines and climbing
roses twisted caressingly over the low
second story and clung to the broken
edges of the ancient shingles. In sum
mer with the roses in bloom the house
was a thing of beauty, at all times it
was the delight of artists. The low
porch admitted to dark, uneven rooms,
whose timbers were rotten and sunken.
For fifty years the farmer had lived
there and when he came the house was
old. In those long years no band had
marred its pictureequenees or hindered
the slow decay which brought to the
occupants a heritage of ill-health and
, malaria. All else had changed. Trains
now sped through the farm's length in
the meadows past the brook, and the
velvet lawns and tennis grounds of the
summer homes of city folks, touched the
boundaries cf its pasture lands. In a
region of wealth aud luxury this one
home kept the traditions and primitive
methods of an earlier ags. The stern
old man who had forced the rocky soil to
yield its increase, had no pity or tender
ness for his daughter's isolation. The
nearest house, long vacant, had been
bought by a New York family.
The farmhouse door opened and down
the winding dusty road, bordered by un
even stone fences half-hidden beneath
clinging vines and luxuriant under
brush, came a little brown figure.
Fast the curve where the great wil
lows stretched their long arms protect
ingly across the road, inviting the way
farer to the ehelter of their shade, she
paused with a nervous pull at her lisle
thread gloves and a glance at the house
just seen in the distance. She attempted
to brush the duet from her ill-fitting
shoes, which disguised a pair of tiny
feet If pretty, she would have been
dainty; bat sallow and plain with a dress
colorless as the dust -itself, she was sim
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ply insignificant.
At the window two bright girls
watched the slight form move slowly up
the long driveway. "Our neighbor, the
farmer's daughter, is coming to call,"
said Lucy, "we have not yet met."
Both girls endeavored to put at ease
the shy, little creature, who had nothing
to say and was too nervous to leave.
Youth she seemed never to have known,
yet from her short dreee, clearing her
boot tops, she might have been a child.
In reality she was about thirty. "Where
can we find thistles? " asked Lucy. "We
want them to make fluffy balls, and also
for fortune telling." A gleam of inter
est arose in the brown eye?.. The girl
continued: "You take four thistles, cut
off the red tops and name them! three
as men you know, and the fourth call a
stranger. Put the stems in water, and
in the morning the one of the four whom
you are to marry will have bloomed forth
with new red petals, while the others
are brown and dead. You might try it
too."
The visitor took her departure. Later
came a basket of tine thistles with an
ill-spelled little note. The girls prepared
for their fortunes and commisserated the
lonely life of the neighbor up the road.
In the dusk of the evening in the
quaint shingled farmhouse, a slight fig
ure crept up the old stairs with her hand
hidden beneath b.6r brown calico apron.
In the quiet of her chamber four thistles
were surreptitiously prepared with paper
slips about their stems. Once her
mother passsd the door the jar with its
shorn blossoms was slipped under the
bed. Then her father's heavy tread was
heard and she was safe from interrup
tion. Dreams of romance troubled hr
sleep.
At the first break of dawn, as the
light glimmered through the vines across
the window, she sprang to look at her
thistles. They were all dead. One
more disappointment to a life destitute
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omen of future monotony. The little
mouth had relaxed, in its eagerness, the
little feet trembled on the floor. Pas
sionately through the open window she
flnig afar the dead blossoms, the sym
bols of a different life not love and
marriage, but ideal happiness in any
form. The fates had been questioned,
o ! the answer.
The girls on the hill still slept, uncon
scious and careless of life's future blos
soms, but silent and uncomplaining the
farmer's daughter lighted the kitchen
fire.
"You are up early, Eliza !"
ee, mother, there is so much to do."
Annie L. Miller.
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