Thankful Rest

built a little way up the slope, and commanded a magnificent view of the great plain and the river, whose silver thread was visible long after all other objects receded from view. You h

ul invalid, you must understand, but a sweet, gentle, unselfish woman, who bore her pain and weakness without a murmur, so that those she loved might be spared pain on her account. Mr. Goldthwaite often said that Mrs. Keane's life was the best sermon he had ever come across; and I think he was right. The brother and sister received a warm welcome. Miss Keane and Carrie withdrew to the wide window for a private chat, while Mr. Goldthwaite remained by Mrs. Keane's sofa. He was an especial favourite of hers. Minnie disappeared, and ere l

p the Peak this fall. If we don't

Carrie Goldthwaite. "The days are so pleasant,

you are at it; I was beginning to think our a

ss day at Pendlepoint," said Miss Keane. "

be better,"

dge. "We will start at twelve, a

n go?" pleaded Minnie. "I want to

ghed her father. "What do you say, Mr. Goldthwaite? Mi

Mr. George Keane. "Last year some of the ladies would not

sly smile. "I propose the big waggon for faint-hearted

friends who would enjoy the excursion as much as any of us, and they have not much enjoyme

r," said the judge heartily; "and we will

and her face wore the expression the

Robert was quite charmed with her face when he was here a fortnight ago. I believe he was

ing. "At least he took me to task severely afterwards

Mrs. Keane gently. "Was their mother D

nt from her brother and sister, for the children have been evidently trained

ch interested,"

liked her much. Could you not bri

ur from Miss Hepsy, and she seems determined to keep them at home.

tired, even of the Peak, when there's nobody but grown-up people to go on to. That's why I want M

's aggrieved tone. "We must do all we can to persuade them, then, t

from Miss Hepsy," said Carrie, "though I am not very hopeful o

they can come," said Miss Keane; and wit

and coring apples and stoning plums. As Miss Goldthwaite passed the kitchen window, she caught a glimpse of a slight figure almost lost in a huge apron, and a very white, weary-look

received. "I declare I always feel a lazy, good-for-nothing creature when I come to Thankfu

et face, and she was not slow to avail herself of the chance of

visitor after a moment's silence; "I have

psy, a little mollified. "Your f

rk next week, if the weather keeps fine. I can hardly slee

Miss Hepsy brusquely. "I reckon you'd better not marry in Pe

e lau

nd then, Miss Hepsy," she said. "Even m

epsy. "I think you're a fool to marry, anyway, Miss G

again, more a

he said, "I want you to give this pa

t," answered Mis

have a picnic up the Peak on Monday, in Judge Keane's waggon.

ldthwaite," said Aunt Hepsy, with grim decision,

into her face with laughing eyes. "Do you know you are the most disagreeable woman in the township, Miss Hepsy, and that there isn't another would be so c

eak wi' them eyes o' your'n. I'm real sorry for Mr. George Keane, anyway. Well, have yer

turning to the child, "come down to the parsonage on Monday morning at eleven, you and Tom, and we will go up to the R

d her kiss. Lucy had been feeling peculiarly sad and down-hearted, and Miss Goldthwa

nt through the garden, she espied Tom painting waggon wheels in the yard. A few

this place should be called Thankful Rest. Nobody s

the lad. "You remember you told me to m

ent on his arm, and her beautiful eyes grew grave and earnest. "

l, but it was said so simply and ear

Keane's waggon," said she after a moment. "Your aunt h

king away to the towering hill beyond, "I have wished I could

I must go," said Miss Goldthwaite with her pleasant s