The Plymouth pilot. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1851-1852, 1851-04-30


,ble comparisons, laughingly interrupted
Courtland. She looked a perfect I'm
ine and that shall always maintain,
matter-ot fact prosers like you say what t
they will But come lay on the lash: |
want dry clothes.
That very evening Courtland accomra-
, MED by his companion, called az the
farm -honse gate to enquire after Miss
Buffers health. He was answered al
most Immediately by the appearance of
herself. All rosy and smiling. she ad
vanced to the gate. followed by both her
parents, TO insist on the young men en-
tering, an invitation which, thus backed
they could not refuse. The whole party
was soon seated III the parlor. where
thousand thanks were awarded to Court
land for his galantry, by the daughter,
however, more by looks than words.
Kate is too bold, as have of.en her,
said Mr.. Butler. But lu:kily she came
to no harm. Had it not been for you,
sir however, what would have been the
con sequence! / shud Ter to think Of it.
Had it not been for me, replied Court
land, oil rathe my dog, she would not
have lost balance and fallen into the
water. shall never forgive myself for
having exposed your sweet daughter, ev-
en- for moment, to peril.
The young men discovered the Butlesr
to be excellent people, while the daugh
ter was sensible and accomplished, in adj
4. |. D. Il
indeed farmer of some means,a fair rep
resen,ative of the honest intelligent ag-
riculturist, the most independent class
of men the United States affords. Mrs.
B utler was "a quiet, motherly dame. As
fer Kat, herself, her sp ortive wit, not
less than her beauty, fascinated the young
men: and when at late hour they left
the farm hou:e, both united in praise of
her.
Day after day, Courtland repeated his
visits to the farm house, for after the first
day Wharton shrewdly found an excuse
for not going. except occasionally. At
last the frequent absence of Courtlend be-
gan to attract attention with the party to
whom he belonged. The adventure of
the shif had gone out, through the SER
vaults of the farm, and had finally reach
ed the ears of the companions of the two
young men.
What is this we hear of dripping
nvmph, rescue and all THAR said the
fair Florence Hastings, one morning at
the breakfast table, and she looked sar-
castically at Courlland.
Florence was belle, an hriress, and
woman of the world. Some said she
was wit, but others called her only
shrew She was little in years, but still
younger than Courtland, on whom peo-
pie said she set her heart, and who had
actually become half involved in her
meshes, such was the art Of her maneu-
verS. Since fe had met Kate Butler,
his delusion with respect To the heiress
had been wearing away. He answered
| therefore, boldly, though not without "a
blush.
you allude, suppose to an unlucky
accident, which my dog caused. and which
neither Wharton or thought OF suffi
cient importance to mentionr
d
replied the heiress with sneer, Il did not
know this, for we have not missed him.
You. however, it is said, was actually
seen wedding turnips, or something of
! that sort, with red-armed country girl,
the other day.
This sally, as untrue as it was bitter,
created laugh nevertheless; for when
were idle tourists not ready for sport at
another's expense? CORTLAND, however,
was too much of gentleman to reply in
a similar tone. He bowed ana said laugh.
ingly.
Il should not at all consider it degrad-
| ing even to weed turnips, Miss Hastings:
! but fear am too fastidious to do ii in
company with a red armed partner, at
least flom choice. -
| The rebuke was so pointed, yet so po-
! lite that the heiress bit her lip and chang
/ cd the conversation.
Miss Hastings is as jealous Of you as
tiger of her cubs, said Wharton TO his
/ friend few days after. She has actu-
ally forced the party To consent TO de-
part to morrow, for no other reason.
am positive, than that she wishes to tear
you from Miss Butler
We'll am ready to go, if the majority
so decide. We all started together on
an agree ment to travel in comnany, and
shall not be rude enough tC break up
the affair.
What, will you leave Kate? Really
bpgan TO think Won were iR love with
her. bu; perhaps,it is better you arenot.
Better am not! And whvF
Because as YOU see. Florence is des-
perately in love with you. She has
neat hundred thousand, wEich added to
your own fortune. would make you one
of the richest men Of your years In Bos-
ton. A rich, witty, fashionable, and