Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
Shirley walked down the dusty road by the side of the car-track,
elation and excitement in her breast. What an adventure! To be
walking alone in this strange, beautiful spring country, and nobody to
interfere! It was her Father's beautiful out-of-doors, and she had
paid her extra nickel to have a right to it for a little while.
Perhaps her mother would have been worried at her being alone in the
country, but Shirley had no fears. Young people seldom have fears.
She walked down the road with a free step and a bright light in her
eyes. She had to see that barn somehow; she _just had to_!
She was almost breathless when she reached the bottom of the hill at
last, and stood in front of the great barn. The up car passed her just
as she got there, and the people looked out at her apathetically as
they would at any country girl. She stood still a minute, and watched
the car up the hill and out of sight, then picked her way across the
track, and entered the field where the fence was broken down, walking
up the long grassy slope to the front of the barn and standing still at
the top in front of the big double doors, so grim and forbidding.
The barn was bigger than it looked in the distance. She fell very
small; yet her soul rejoiced in its bigness. Oh, to have plenty of
room for once!
She put her nose close to the big doors, and tried to find a crack to
look through; but the doors were tight and fitted well. There was no
use trying to see in from there. She turned and ran down the long
grassy slope, trying to pretend it was a palatial stairway, then around
the side to the back of the barn, and there at last she found a door
part way ajar, opening into what must have been the cow-stables, and
she slipped joyously in. Some good angel must have been protecting her
in her ignorance and innocence, for that dark basement of the barn
would have been an excellent hiding-place for a whole regiment of
tramps; but she trod safely on her way, and found nothing but a
field-mouse to dispute her entrance; and it scurried hastily under the
foundation, and disappeared.
The cow-stables evidently had not been occupied for a number of years,
for the place was clean and littered with dry straw, as if it had
fallen and sifted from the floor above. The stalls were all empty now,
and old farm implements, several ploughs, and a rickety wagon occupied
the dusty, cobwebby spaces beyond the stalls. There were several
openings, rude doorways and crude windows; and the place was not
unpleasant, for the back of it opened directly upon a sloping hill
which dropped away to the running brook below, and a little stone
spring-house, its mossy roof half hidden by a tangle of willows.
Shirley stood in a doorway and gazed with delight, then turned back to
her investigation. This lower place would not do for human habitation,
of course; it was too low and damp, and the floor was only mud. She
must penetrate if possible to the floor above.
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