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also her hat, which she held up to see “I don't ask nothing but my white the frosted straw sparkle in the light, dress." looking a little dubiously at the scarlet The girls sewed, and Rozina chatpoppy. Then she closed the chest, tered and cried alternately. She locked the trusty padlock, and came brought out her white goods, and downstairs with her half-finished wed would have it cut out just like her ding-dress in her arms.


“But where will you be married?” came out at last.

“Over on the island," answered PerRozina and her mother were wonder- nilla, with tears in her eyes. stricken. It gradually came to them Her listeners knew what that meant. that she intended to finish it. In It meant to dispense with a license, silence she went to work.

and go off like a runaway couple. "What's that for?” asked her mother. “The island" was a synonym for true

“Better finish the weddin' dress for love that had not run smooth. the weddin'," was the slow reply.

“Our minister?” faltered her mother. "Weddin'?” gasped her mother. “No, the justice," fell like lead on

But Rozina rushed up to her sister, this orthodox home-circle. crying, “Be you goin' to marry him? "Oh, my child, it don't seem-seem Be you? Can I help you sew?”.

religious to be married in American." Pernilla dropped everything to stare “I know, mother, but I've got over at her sister. Was this the girl who that. Do you know," she proceeded, had for weeks, months refused to do a with flashing eyes and rising before thing for the wedding? What had them in her regal indignation—“do you come over her?

know, John Erick asked our minister But with Rozina's excited exclama- to go over there and do it, and he tions, Rosengren had come to the door, wouldn't. He said he didn't marry

The women all shrank back at his stolen money. That's what he said, angry look.

and it's more religious to be married "Yes, I ask, too, be you goin' to in American than to be married by that marry that John Erick? Answer me!" man.”

It was her father, he who had ever The wedding-day came with the fairindulged his girls. She knew he be- est June morning. Pernilla begged lieved her lover guilty. What could Rozina to go along, but she said the she say not to further incense him? ride would make her ill.

"Be you goin' to marry him?" he So, on the high spring-seat of John roared.

Erick's new wagon, with the Justice Yes.'

and John's chum on a board behind, “You be? A thief as stole from your they drove along the beautiful Swede father?”

Creek road, around the foot of Old “He didn't take it, he didn't. I tell Rattlesnake, to the ferry. you, father, somebody else did.”

The blue Mississippi was calm and "Ha, ha, ha! Bring out the thief, bright in the afternoon air, and over then, so I can make a wedding for you the Wisconsin Hills beyond, strayed 'n John Erick. Bring him out. Put the shadows of the white clouds. him out. But if you don't, you shan't After a brief waiting at the shore, have a cent from me, nor an acre of the ferryboat came, and they drove on


trip. From this same landing-place, Pernilla flushed and paled as her heart shady and inviting, where the road ran throbbed violently at the wrathful down to the river beneath festoons and words, but, with calm dignity, she said, loops of vines clambering over the as her father was leaving the room: trees, many a bridal couple had anx

iously waited for the old, flat-bottomed Half the young folks of the settleferry-boat that communicated with

ment were waiting at the church door the island. Pernilla wondered who for a glimpse of the newly-married had been the bride before her, and the pair, and a row of homespun swains ferry-hands well-nigh forgot to work roosting on the hitching-rails, formed the raft along the cable as they looked the first line of pickets. Having passed upon the fair bride of to-day. John these with due and proper greetings Erick persisted in saying sweet things for one and all, and once inside the to her in Swedish, which Pernilla was queer little church, they parted, for sure the Justice understood, and which the modern anomaly of men

and John Erick hoped he did.

women sitting together was then unPerhaps it was this, and perhaps it known in Swede Creek, and is, indeed, was the river breezes, that made her yet. Pernilla went to the familiar cheeks so red.

place by her mother, while John Erick The families that lived on the island found a seat among the uncouth-lookside had witnessed more than one ing men, most of whom looked very wedding, but none to equal this in in- unkempt indeed, with long hair cropterest. Was it possible that here, on ped off square at the coat collar. desecrated ground, as it were, they The pink and purple sunbonnets and were to behold the belle of Swede gingham-caped shakers on the women's Creek and John Erick Peterson? side were, on this very day, the source The ferry-men waited on the old boat of no small

of no small annoyance to many females at the strand. From some tattered in the back part of the house, who wigwams a few dilapidated specimens in vain stretched and peered among of Indians stole into the bushy back

their ranks and files to get an eye on ground. Pernilla laid aside her hat and Pernilla's hat. shawl, and stood bareheaded under a They were singing the last hymn, great maple.

and no one knew this was to be the Vegetation over the whole island most memorable service ever held in was rich and lovely. Heavy woods the Swede Creek log-church. The rose around them. The afternoon fragrant, drowsy June air was heavy shadows from the Minnesota side with bridal loveliness, and the breezes, cooled the air, which was redolent with sweet comment on the prime of the the fragrance of flowering shrubs. year, rustled the hymn books. During

Jungles of tall cornel shrubs and the last lines of the hymn Rozina arose elder bushes were in bloom, a sea of from her seat and walked firmly, unwhite in among the trees as far as eye hesitatingly forward to the altar steps, could see.

The bride, in her white ascended them, and in a few seconds dress, was almost overshadowed by stood by the pulpit. cymes and tassels of the festive, white Minister and people were stricken blooming bushes about her.

with amazement. The song died in the The June wind kissed her black hair; middle of a verse. Some stood on snowy petals fell on the silken grass; seats next the door. Mrs. Rosengren the birds sang in the wild-wood; and grasped Pernilla's arm and stared at the river ripples laughed against the

Rozina. John Erick trembled violently hard sands when Pernilla was married as he hid his face in his hands. He on the island.

wondered what she would do next.

He was afraid of that girl. Expectant VI.

silence reigned.

She was talking to the minister, who Brave as she was, Pernilla did not gazed at her in dumb consternation, venture to wear her white dress to and Pernilla saw her little golden head church the next Sunday, and appeased against his black gown. Turning to John Erick's clamor by promising to the people, they saw she intended to put it on at home as often as he wanted. speak, but courage failed her. She

closed her eyes an instant, then sum into the house to ferret her out, but
moning all her strength, took a step changed his mind. When the theft
forward and spoke. The vision of that was discovered and he was arrested,
slim girl up there by the minister made and Rozina in her testimony said noth-
the people hold their breath, while her ing about having seen him (he said
pale face and moving lips brought tears nothing of it either), he felt sure she
to more than one, for her voice reached had hidden the money to make trouble
only the first few seats. But her folks for him.
heard every word--words that would Pernilla listened as in a dream to
nevermore be silent. Rosengren rose this enigma, finally asking:
in his seat, leaning toward the pulpit as "But why should she? Why?"
one enchanted. She spoke in English, In answer he told of the February
which made it more startling in that morning in the bottomlands, and all
place, and this is what she said: Rozina's wild words; upon which Per-

"I took the money. I stole it. John nilla burst into tears, sobbing:
Erick Peterson knows nothing about "Poor Rozina! poor Rozina! It
it. I did it I did it. I want you all seems wrong for me to have you."
to know it-"

That night Rozina would have PerShe faltered, swayed as if to fall, nilla sleep with her. She was quite but spoke, though only the clergyman free from pain, and asked questions at caught her last words, which she long intervals, keeping her arm thrown uttered quickly, turning to him with over Pernilla. little eager motions, as if she felt she “Pernilla,” she would whisper, as could not make herself heard.

often as her sister lay very still, "don't Then, clasping her hands on her go to sleep yet.” breast, she uttered a cry of pain. The “Now, Pernilla, tell me 'bout your people pressed forward in wonder and weddin' again--the ride, the island.” in sympathy. White as death she lay, And eagerly she would listen to the and from her mouth came drops of description. blood,

“You said there was flowers?" Her father took her in his arms and "Yes; tall bushes, snow-white, all bore her to the wagon. She moaned over the woods; right by me, too. and with great effort begged, in a “White flowers by you?

How whisper, to be taken to Pernilla's new pretty? Was it near the river?" house. This was not a time to con "Right near it-under a big tree. sider feuds, and the whole Rosengren Just a lovely place,” said Pernilla. family gathered in the little two-room And was there Injuns-did you frame cottage, and Rozina was laid on Pernilla's bed. Toward dusk she fell "True, yes; there was Injuns at my asleep. Then John Erick took Per weddin'." nilla out to a bench under a mountain "Not near you-was they?" ash and told her all he knew-told "No, 'way off in the woods." it tenderly and with tears in his voice. "Pernilla, you're married now, ain't

On leaving them the night the money you?" was taken, he had, before going home, “Yes, dearie.” Long silence. gone up the valley to the nearest neigh "Pernilla, you know I like him?" bor, and on returning past the Ros "There's a good girl, Rozina; you engren house, within half an hour, had

go to sleep now; don't talk about it taken a short cut behind the barn. now.Hurrying along, he spied Rozina not

“Yes, now.

I liked him, did he tell far from him, but on calling her, she you?" crouched as if to hide, and an instant “Yes. dearie." after ran off without a word. He “When? I want to know when," thought it strange, but suspected a she said, excitedly, to Pernilla's great joke of some kind, and turned to go fear as to the result.


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"Oh, Rozina, don't take it hard; do wild whim, but in vain they tried to go to sleep a little bit. When you get dissuade her. well we can talk it over."

"I finished mine, too, Pernilla, afte “I ain't never goin' to get well. you left home, and I want it on a littl When did John Erick tell you?” while, just a little while, Pernilla.” “He told me this afternoon.”

So they put it on, but the effort ex "This here afternoon?” cried the hausted her; and as her father knelt in sick girl. “Do you mean to say he anguish by the bed, she was too weal never said nothin' before?”

to open her eyes. She was following “Not a word, Rozina. Don't cry.” John Erick's ride. She seemed to b

But she cuddled into Pernilla's arms with him—the landing, the ferry-boat like a bird and asked no more ques the slow journey over the river, the tions, only sobbed once or twice: the island. Under the very tree sh

"Wish I had some of them white thought she stood, and he. Now h flowers from the island.”

was coming back. "Don't you hate me, John Erick?” “Has he come yet?" was her greeting, as he came to her "Pretty soon, Rozy," was the an bedside in the morning.

swer, many times. “Hush, Rozy, you must be good.” The clatter of hoofs, and John Erich Her great dark eyes were fixed on him. rode by the window with an armfu

"John Erick, I wish-Oh, I can't of snowy branches. ask it.”

“There he is, there he is,” cried the “Yes, yes, Rozina, anything."

sick girl, raising herself to look out. “I'd like some of them white flowers Pernilla broke a handful of sprays from the island. Pernilla says it was

from the delicate, faintly fragran all white over there.”

spiraea and brought them to Rozina "Why, if that's all, I'll ride over the who took them, eagerly, whispering: ferry and get all you want," he an "Did he bring them from the island swered.

Be them from the island?" "I'd love 'em so," was all she said. John Erick stood in the doorway So, after dinner, John Erick rode off fumbling a branch, and tears shone ir after white flowers. Rozina's love of his eyes as Rozina turned her grate flowers was a passion, and was con ful look on him and touched her lips sidered from her early childhood as a to the flowers, repeating: peculiarity by her folks. When all "Pernilla, be them the kind? BE the old women, on Sunday morning, them from the island ?" reverently carried into church two The excitement was too much. А leaves of rosemary, and a sprig of old fit of coughing came on, and as she man, she would, all unabashed, gather lay back after the struggle, she weakly a handful of the showiest flowers to lifted the white flowers from the is be found, golden lady-slippers or fra- land to her sweet, tired face. grant water-lilies, often to her mother's And with this, her last movement, discomfort, for only rosemary and old- she fell asleep-fell asleep and died in man seemed orthodox. And no sooner the June afternoon, with the feathery had John Erick gone off than she teazed blossoms quivering in her last futterfor her white dress. This seemed a

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WHERE were times when I thought abound and so do swans, especially

there were scarcely any birds in about the Lake of Geneva. Doubtless

Switzerland but a visit to a most Switzerland is within the line of migraexcellent and complete Natural History tion for numberless birds, but apparently Museum showed specimens of almost it is not the permanent residence of a every bird I had ever heard of. I saw very large number. It has nothing to there a stuffed specimen of an eagle take the place of the sociable robin redto which the American bird of which breast that has so warm a place in the we are so proud would stand no sort affections of the people of New Hampof a comparison. He would be eaten shire that even the most thoughtless up by its gigantic rival in the short boy with a gun would never consent to hours of one afternoon. Beside the dead shoot one, no matter how temptingly he and dried specimens shown in the might invite his fate. museum and the fact that late in Septem The national hero of Switzerland was ber I did see flocks of small birds which William Tell. To New Hampshire John I thought might count of individuals as Stark stands in that position. No school many as ten thousand, I still feel that boy reads of Switzerland without calling the number of birds I saw was very to mind the archer, the apple, the boy small. There was the sociable and and the concealed arrow with which everlasting sparrow in the streets and Tell was, as he said to the Austrian roads. Now and then a few swallows Gessler, “to have slain the tyrant had would be seen-only a few. Once, and I killed my boy.” Stark is also rememonly once, I saw a hawk. A few crows bered by the sentence in which he exwere seen from time to time and once, pressed the statement that he should at a height of more than ten thousand conquer his opponent on that eventful feet, there were great flocks of black day at Bennington “Or Moll Stark 'ill birds that might be crows, but seemed be a widder." His resolution would not something smaller, that appeared to seem to have been overstrained if we have dwellings in the crevice of a rocky remember that he had at command five cliff near at hand. In the lakes wild hardy frontiers-men for every British ducks swim about unmolested, gulls or Hessian soldier opposed to him on that

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