Quasqueton guardian. (Quasqueton, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1856-1858, 1858-01-14

was forgiven, forgiven by all--but----.
We have a little story to tell.
l have heard that Cupid is blind of
that do not believe a word-indeed |
have a conformation strong that the ma
licious little knave has gift of clairvoy-
ance, aiming at hearts wrapped in the
triple foldings of selfshness, conceit
and gold.-Aye, did MT he perch him.
self in the eye, and now on the lip of Kit
ty Coleman, and with marvellous steady
aim, initiating a parsonage a trife more
dreaded, g cut down all, both great and
small p Blind, no, no----he saw frt
so ~, when he counted his arrows and
bIs. Hing rogue was ready to burst
E z oE.iment, as he peeped into his
empty quiver, and then looked abroad
ON the havoc he had made. But people
said there was one who had escaped him,
a winsome gallant for whom all but Kit
ty Coleman had bright glance and a
gentle word. AS for Kitty, she cared
not rush for Harry Gay, and sought to
annoy him all in her power, and the gen
tleman in his turn, stalked past her with
all the dignity of a great mans ghost
Bitter, bitter enemies were Harry Gay
and Kitty Coleman. One evening, just
because a pretty belle was present, Har-
ry took it into his head to be as stupid as
a block or a scholar, for notwithstanding
his promising name, our young Luciler
could be stupid. b8a @ r3s
Kitty Coleman was very angry, as was
proper-for whatright had any one to be
stupid in her presence? The like never
was heard of before. Kitty, in her in
dignation, 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 musically, that the
lawyer, the schoolmaster, the four clerks,
the merchant, and Lithper Lithpet, the
dandy, all joined in the chorus, though,
for the life of them, they could not have
told what the lady laughed at Harry
Gay drew up his head with as much Dig
nifty as though he had known the mirth
was at his expense, cast contemptuous
glances at the group of nod waters, and
then, to show his own superior taste, at
tached himself to the ugliest woman in
the room. She disregardcd entirely the
opinion of such distingae gentleman,
but she only laughed the louder when she
saw that he was annoyed by it; indeed,
his serious face seemed to infuse the very
spirit, aye, the concentrated doubled dis
TILED essence of mirth into her /; and a
more frolicksome creature never existed
than she was, till the irritated scholar,
unable to endure it any longer, disap-
peared in the quietest manner possible
Then all Of sudden the self-willed belle
declared that she hated parties, she never
would go 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 q native of our vii
lage he came from one of the eastern
cities to spend summer there and aunt
Maria said he was too well bred to have
any patience with the hoydenish manners
Of her romrins niece. But Kitty insis-
ted that her manners were not her fault,
she could not shut up all The glad feel
ings within her they would leap back
to the call of her kindred, gushing from
other bosoms, and to all the beautiful
things of creation, as joyous in their mute
eloquence as she was. Besides, the wick
ed little Kitty Coleman was always angry
that Aunt Martha should attempt to gov
ern her conduct by the likings of Harry
Gay she would not be dictated TO BY
him, even though his opinions received
the sanction of his infallible aunt. But
the lady made triaing mistake on the
subject-matter of his Interference He
did not SANDER her, and always waived
the theme of her follies, when her aunt
Martha introduced it indeed, he never
was heard to speak of the belle, but once
once he swore she had no soul the
shameless Mohammedan Ia remark that
was only five minutes in reaching its OBJ
ject. But Kitty Coleman, though very
indignant, was not cast down by it,
She called Harry Gay more names than
he, scholar as he was. could think of in
a 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, to be sure
man that never laughed how on earth
can people, who go through the world
cold and still, like the clods they tread
upon, pretend to know any thing about