Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1853-06-09

ing at Mayo's for only few DAYS, ill
I'm tired of fishing, may be gone some
weeks. / can't stand fine lady airs, and
otto of rose scented handkerchefs, and
all that sort of thing. really believe
that there are but two sensible women
in crea,ion; my mother and YOURSELF
And Bell Hamilton said Lucy slyly.
well, yes, Bell is fine woman; good
hearted and unaffected; and then she can
ride like Camanche; and drives a four
in hand as if she had been born on a
stage COACH
But. Tom.' and here Lucy placed her
little hand coaxingly on his shoulder,
don't stay longer al Mr.. Mayo's than
you at frs, intended. Grace will be
here now in about week, and il will
look so rude for you to be awav.'
mo use talking about it, Lu, | tell you
l can't stand it. | think | shall take a
tip to the West. You can tell your
friend that the doctor has ordered a diet
OF bears meat or buffalo steaks for me-
So Tom went on his fishing excur-
sion, and Mr.. Morgan and Grace Stan.
ley arrived and found him absent.
And now these beautiful September
mornings found Grace and Lucy on
horseback, galloping over fields spark
ling with dew, and taking the low fences
and narrow bitches in their way; Grace
only practising, i, is true, for though her
leaping in the riding school had tended
to give her firm seat, it had scarcely
prepared her for the bars which would
not come down if her horses feet did
strike them, but he strobe them like a
noble fellow as he was, and after little
time she felt no fear of any fence in the
county.
Tom Morgan at las. grew tired of
good old lzaak Wal,on's gentle sport
and returned home, little suspecting tha,
Grace, who had obtained pretty accu-
rate insight into his character from his
father and sister, had prepared herself
with whole battery of mischief with
which to charge him. ..-.. g.. .
BY Jove, Miss Stanley, that beast o T
yours is beauty said he, after his in
spection of the stables, which followed
Immediately upon his shaking hands
with his father and mother. .Blooded,
too! pretty near thorough bred, should
say continued Tom, clean limbed, and
as light as deer. Make splendid ra-
Ger; should like to pu. him around the
course
Il hear that you are SO good Judge
of horses that feel fia,tered by your
approval replied Grace.
oh, but, Tom, you ough, to see him
in action, ne is magnificent, / assure
you,' said his sister. .
well, let's take a gallop tomorrow
morning Immediately after breakfast,
want SO to be on Lightning's back again.
| won'1 ride very fast. if you are timid
about it, Miss Stanley said Tom sud-
denly, as he noticed Grace's elegant
dress and quiet manner, which made her
look as if she had never been out of the
drawing-room in her life.
No sir, | am not very timid: think
| may venture to go, if you did not ride
too fast, replied Grace, with sly smile
at Lucy, who turned away her laughing
face.
"A pity that such fine animal should
be wasted on a Uoma9, and one who
can't appreciate him, too, muitered Tom
TO himself. 'I'd like to buy him if
dare make an offer; and, by Jove,
bet Bell Hamilton could ride him.
Come, Grace, dear, give US some mu-
sic, we've had none tonight said old
Mr.. Morgan.
Grace took her seat at the piano, and
in spite OF his contempt for women in
general. and city women in particular,
Tom could moi but acknowledge that she
was very beautiful. Her tall, slender,
but rounded figure was so graceful in its
outlines, there was SO much character in
her face. lighted up by her large, hazel
eyes, and shaded by the abundant ches-
nut hair with its golden tinge, which did
not curl, but waved down the side of her
face. Every motion and attitude, willis,
perfectly unaffected, had the unrestrained
self.possessiou acquired by habisual in
tercouse with society.
"A perfect doll in appearance, with no,
bit more character soliloquized Tom.
as Grace played brilliant overtures, and
sung popular opera gems.
do you like ballads, Mr.. Morgan!'
asked the lady, whilst an arched smile
rippled over her face, to be succeeded.
by provoking occurrences; and forth
with she commenced .The Lone Moor.
and I'm sitting on The style, Mary be-
sides one or two others in the same key;
ard when she had finished them she ex-
claimed,
Really as you like that kind of mu.
sic so much, must sing you the tender
ballad oil Lord Lowell, n's so sentimen-
tai
by Jove! no, madam. if you please.
despise ballad music; feel as if you
had been singing my death song said
Tom, vehemen,ly, his irritation getting
the better of his politeness, Il must bid
you good evening, as | have come so ial
to-day
But he had not closed the parlor door
| when Grace commenced in her clear
rich voice the famous old hunting song
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