THE. ORPHANAGE NEWS '."TITP.
A SHOIT C 'LL IN EACH
H_/ME ON WOOD ISLAND
TO INTRODUCl YOU TO
OUR NEIGHBORS
By Hannah Elizabeth Brercb.
Concluded
We cross a rustic bridge and walk
up a hit of a road that savors of ro
mance, to find the Pavlotf home, nest
led among the trees.
Mr. P» vloif is always glad to wel
come callers, aud although Mrs
Pavloif does not speak English, she
never fails to appear, and as Mr. Puv
loif interprets from time to time, she
is interested aud joins in the conver
satio i.
Mary and Alexandra, two ladv-like
daughters of sixteen and fourteen
come to greet us. Peter and Nicholai
the older brothers, are away at wotk
Vunie, of ten summers, is full of fun
and sometimes giggles as Olga droops
her head like a modest violet as she
walks up and extends her little hand.
At Efka Pestriakotf’s we meet Mrs.
Pestriakoff and her two grown
daughters, Natalia and Nyda. They
have come from Kodiak, for a few
days only, where the father has work.
Aacada, the oldest sou is away from
home.
As we uear the log cottage just on
the edge of the wood, we hear the
click, click, of the hammer. We find
Mr. Risoff, a man of seventy three, in
the bouse where he lives all by him
self. He is busy with his shoe mend
ing, but he has time to visit with us,
and we talk the best we can, a little
English, a little Russian and many
signs.
Farther on we come upon another
log house. Here Etniika Nauekoon
with his wife Nyda, who was a school
girl in earlv winter, ami h»< 'lu.t^er
live. We find that th.*y h..e thei
little hopes arid pi. ns, j » t ap the est
ot us do.
We wait for another beautiful *ii y
to nake our next call.
We follow the pa h through the
woods for about a mile. We must
not stop long to gather the f owe s
and fe n.?, for if we are to call upon
Jennie O.drom we must hurry or I e
late to dinner.
Jennie is in her potato cellarsp i ut
in4 potatoes. She comes out g ad y
and assures us she is happy to t.ee us
She is an aged wiaow ami .tve- a < ne
in this ne.it cottage. The Lin.s sing
gay iy, i iHi the sun sliii es hi ight 'y tu
to the 1 itt e c earing, so ih. i i b< es
not seem so ce.y loneso ne atte.all.
John Nainoii and Afdotia, his wi e.
have bought out v>tdoti..s (tear itlt e
cottage, hut they two *»ie «w*.y.
Fo.luwiug a path wiuoiiig urn .ml
the lie«.a ot the Lowe. i.« ke, ami .p
through a small giove we come to the
home of a most industrious uiau,
Wasili Agezzi. tie is always working
either at carp nie.iug or some oiher
of his various tiaues.
lie has a ui.e itt .e home, whivh is
kept exceedingly ne. t hy his wile
Loubowa. They a ejustiv p.ouo of
their son Andrew, a line young mnu
of nineteen, of good hanits. and uke
manne.s.
Tnere is ui’y one cottage moie for
us to visit, and any one would know
that it Wos our own Grace s sunny
smile, as she opens the door and l ids
us welcome. ivohlia too is glad to set
us. As they relate some ol thei. fun
ny experiences in t.:st attempts at
house-keeping, we laugh heaiti.y.
After a p e^sanc visit, as we walk
along the pretty “Lake View" p. th
towards the mission, we ponoer some
thing after this fashion.
Who would ever have dreamed that
so much of life ahd love, of hope and
joy, of sa lie ring and sorrow, could
cling to that tiny dot, no t'igger than
a pin point,- seldom even noticed,
among the islands at the mouth >f
Cook’s Inlet?