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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 01, 1912, Image 20

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The House and the Woods.
It was the morn.ing that the sil
ver had to be" "shined."' And
there was the list of staple gro
ceries for the coming week to or
der. Tomorrow Sunday, and yes
terday sweeping day. She tried
to think of one day that she might
run off to the river for the whole
day, but, try her best, it was that
very afternoon. Dad was very
busy at the new sawmill over in
the farther woods, and she would
not need to get an early supper.
It was barely 1 o'clock when
she and her Irish setter went rac
ing through the grape arbor and
over the headgates into the strip
of woodland skirting the river. It
was sundown of the early Octo
ber afternoon before they thought
of returning. Lois called Dona,
whom she heard splashing about
in the river beyond the bend, and,
gathering a big armload of pur
ple thistle bloomi she stood wait
ing. The dog usually barked in
answer. But not a sound was
heard. Even the splashing had
, Presently, the sound of foot
steps struck her acute ear. Her
father was coming home sooner
than he expected. She must fly
to 'get supper. Her father did
like a good meal. As the steps
came nearer she called Dona
again, and as if the dog under
stood, Come, Dona. Dad will
g-et home before we do. Don't you
lear him coming? He has been
at work all afternoon, and we've
been idling"
Dona came into view slowly,
whining a little and limping,
though she wagged her tail, and
looked up at Lois pleadingly. And
as Lois threw down her boquet
to see what was the matter, a man
with a butterfly net, and hatless,
and coatless, came around the
bend. But Lois did not see him,
she was so interested in finding
the trouble with Dona. She had
her back to the stranged when he
reached her, and was pulling back
the long, black hair from her pet's
foreleg. She thought it was her
father, and did not look around,
"Something has bitten her, dad,
What do you suppose it"
"There it is, there it is"
Lois was so astonished at see-
ing a young man in his shirt
sleeves, his hair in a tumble, r
throw a net, with a handle on it,
into the air: and throw it for
nothing apparently that she could
only rise rather awkwardly and
stare a moment.
"That's what did ft" he kept
talking to Lois, and looking at ,,
something else. "Ah, there it is in
your thistle bloom on, what
Dona, seemingly relieved, beat
her tail on the ground happily.
"Ah, I have it"
The filmy net closed down
over the most beautiful beetle
Lois had ever seen. She was
looking at it under a microscope
before she had even spoken to the
young scientist. As she looked
up with "Oh, it is lively," he dis
covered he was without a hat and
coat, and she realized he was an
urter stranger. Both had the
sense to laugh.

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