Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1848-08-05

Lucifer could be stupid. Kitty Coleman
was very angry. as was proper-fnr what.
right had any one to be stupid 10 her pres
ence! The like never was heard before.
Kitty, in her Indignation said he did not
know how to be civil; and then she sighed,
doubtless at the boorishness of scholars in
general, and this one in particular; and then
she laughed so long and unsteady, that the
lawyer, the schoolmaster. and four clerks,
the merchant, and Lilhper Lithit, the dan
dy, all joined in the chorus, though for the
life Of them they could not have told what
she laughed at. Harry Gay drew up his
head with as much dignity as though he
had known the mirth was at his expense,
cast con,emptuous glances towards the
group of nod walters, and then, to show
his own superior taste, attached himself to
the ugliest woman in the room. Ii was
very strange that Kitty Coleman should
have disregarded entirely the opinion of
such distinguished gentleman, bu, she on.
" laughed the louder when she saw tina, he
was annoyed by it.; indeed, his serious face
counteracted double. distilled essense of
mir,h into her; and more frolicksome
creature never existed than she was, ill
the irritated scholar, unable to endure it
any LANCER, disappeared in the quietest
manner possible Then all of sudden
the self illed belle declared that she ha.
ted parties. she never would 60 to another;
and making her adieus in the most approved
don't care style, insisted on being taken
home at once.
Harry Gay was not native of our vii
lage; he came from one of the eastern
| cites TO spend a summer there; and Aunt
Martha said he was too we'll bred 10 have
any patience with the hoidenish manners of
her romping niece. But Kitty insisted
that her manners were not hoidenish and if
her heart overhowed, it was not her fault,
she could not shut up all the glad feelings in
her, they would leap back to the call of
their kindred. gushing from other bosoms,
and to all the beautiful. beautiful things in
creation, as joyous in their mute eoquence
as she was. Besides the wicked little Kit
~ Coleman was always very angry that
Aunt Martha should attempt to govern her
conduct by the ikings of Harry Gay; she
would not be dictated to by him. even tho
his opinions received the sanction of her
infalIble aunt. But the lady made tr-
fling mistake on the subject matter of his
Interference. He did not SANDER her he
always waived The theme of her folhes
when her Aunt Martha introduced il; in.
deed. he never was heard to speak of the
romp but once--once he swore she had no
soul--0he shameless MahommedanD re.
mark which was only five minutes in reach
ing its object. But Kitty Coleman. tho
shockngly indignant, was not cast down by
il. She called Harry Gay more names
than he, scholar as he was, could have
thought of in month, and wound up with
remark no less formidable than the one
which had excited her ire. And Kitty
was right A pretty Judge of soul he.
man that never laughed! how on earth can
people who go through the world cold and
still, like the cIods they tired upon, pretend
to know any thing about soul!
Harry Gay used to 60 to Squire Cole
mans very often. and sit all the evening and
talk with the squire and Aunt Martha, while
his great black eyes turned slowly in the d.
reclion Kitty moved; but Kitty would not
look at him, not she. What right had
stranger. and visitor, too. TO make such
very great parade of his disapprobalion!-
If she did not please him, why she pleased
others; and that was enough, she would not
turn over her finger TO gain his good will
So Harry and Kitty never talked together;
and when he went away-"he never went
ill the conversation fairly died out. and The
lamps looked as if about to Join il"-he
bowed TO the old people gracefully and cas-
lily, but TO the young lady he found it diff
cul, to bow at all. Conduct like this, pro-
voked Kitty Coleman beyond endurance;
and one evening, after the squire and spin.
ster had left her alone she sat down, and in
very spite alone sobbed away as though
her little heart would break. Now it hap
pened that the squire had lent his visitor a
book that evening, which, strange enough
for such scholar. he had forgotten TO take
with him; but Harry remembered it before
il was too late, and turned upon his heel
He had gone out but moment before. and
there was no use in ringing, so he stepped
at once into the parlor. Poor Kitty sprang
to her feet at the intrusion, and crushed
with her fingers two tears that were just
ready to launch themselves upon the roun.
dest and rosiest cheek in the world, but she
might have done better than blind herself,
for her feet touched Aunt Marlha's fauteuil
and in consequence her forehead touched
the neck of Rover. |, is very awkward to
be SURF rised in the luxurious indulgence of
tears at any time. and it is a lrihe more
awkward still 10 fall down, and then be rails
ed by the last person in the world you
would receive favor from. Kitty felt the
awkwardness of her situation too much to
speak; and, of course, Harry, enemy as he
was. could not release her until he knew
, whether she was hurt. 1t was certain she
J WAS mi faint for the crimson blood Owed