The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1854-09-07
DAILY JOURNAL.
STORY OF A COURysuIP.

"Come-come," said Mrs. Gray, "you have
been moping there long enough, nephew,
forgetting manners and everything else
Here are the apples waiting, and no one TO
hand them around; for when once Get set
tied in this easy chair"-here the good wo-
man gave smiling survey Of her ample per-
son, which certainly oveitlowed the chair,
at every point. leaving all but ridge of the
back and curving arms quite inyisible-"lt
isn't very easy thing to get up again
Now hustle about, and lille We old women
rest ourselves, you and Julia, there, can try
your luck with the apple-seeds.
I'll remember the first time ever surmised
that Mr.. Gray had taken a notion 10 me was
once when we were at an apple cutting to-
gether down in Maine. Somehow llr. Grey
got into nv eahborhood when we ranged
round the great basket OF apples. lett my
cheeks burn the minute he drew his seat Sd
close to mine and took out his jack-knife to
begin work lie paired and | quartered.-
never looked up but once-then his cheek
was redder than mine; and he held the jack
knife terribly unsteady. By-and-by he got
a noble, great apple yellow as gold, and
smooth as baby's cheek. | was looking at
his hands sideways from under my lashes,
and saw that he was pliringlt carefully, as
if if every round OF the skin stripe of
gold. AT last he cut it off at the seed end,
and the sult rings fell down over his rist
and he took the apple from his fingers.
"Now," said he, in a whisper, bending his
head little, and raising the applepeel care
fully with his right hand, "Im just as sure
this will b. the first letter Of the name 1--we,
as | am that We alive" He began
swiftly whirIing the apple-peel round his
head; the company were all busy with one
another, and was the only person who saw
the yellcw links quivering round his head
once, twice, three times. Then he held it
still moment, and sat looking right into my
eyes held my breath and SO did he.
"Now," says he, and his breath came out
with culver, "what if it should be your
namei"
al did not answer, and we both looked
back at the same time. Sure enough twas
the letter ). No pen ever made one more
beautifully. "Just as | expected" said ne,
and his eyes grew bright as diamonds, 'just
us ! expected" That was all he said
"And what answer did you make him,
aunt" asked Robert OTIS, who had been
listening with a flushed face. "What did you
say" di-t"
81 didn't speak word, but quartered on
Just as fast as ever could. As for Mr..
Grey, he kept pairing, and pairing, like al pos
sessed thought he never would stop par
ing or speak word more. By-and-by he
stuck the point of his knife into an apple,
and unwinding the skin from around IT, and
handed II over II me. Ii was red skin, |
remember, and cut as smooth asa ribbon"
81 shouldn't bit wonder if that dropped
into letter c. says Mr. Grey. Suppose
you try it," 'l4 1-"
.sWell, | took the red 'apple-skin, and
whi.led it three times round NY hea', and
down il went on the floor, curled up INTO the
incest capital q that you ever set eyes on"
"Mr Grey, he looked at the letter, and
then sort of sideways into my face. IS, e."
says he, taking up the apple-skin, and eating
il, as If il had been the first mOuthiul Ot
Thanks givIng dinner. "How would you
like to see them two letters on a new set ol
silver tea-spoOns"'
ii rely believe you could have lit can
die at my face, it burned so; but | couldn't
speak more than if I'd been tongue
"But did you never answer about the
spoons!" asked Julia.
"Wrll,yes, believe did, the next Sun
day night" said the old lady, demurely,
smoothing her apron.-( From Fashion and
Famine" By Mrs. Ann s Stephens.