The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1858-09-15
MISCELLANEOUS.
Bell Vernon at Newport.
BY II. G. FORREST.


What on earth are you thinking
about. Will? You look like statue,
moping here, only statues don't smoke
cigars. Come, | want you to beau me
down to old deacon Jones tonight"
And Miss Vernon tossed back shout
FIVE hundred glossy curls. with quick
motion of her head. and catching her
lovers book from his relaxed fingers,
flung it over the fence into cluster of
currant bushes, with a laugh.
"You are so abrupt, Bell-so start
ling" said the young gentleman, shrug-
ging his shoulders pettishly, "what is
the use of frightening fellow out of his
senses"
well, then, Mr.. William Fitzallan,
can l have the pleasure of your COM
pany this evening ?" said Bell, draw
ing down the corners of her cherry
mouth, aud letting her long silken lash
es droop over her lau ching eyes. els
that the way the young ladies talk in
New York ?"
Fitzallaa laughed in spite of HIM
self.
"Little Bell, what a wild sprite you
are he said. "But really, love, you
are so eccentric in your manners
couldn't you soften down the least bit
in the world? It's too bad you can't
see little more of le beau moude this
country village with it's raw boned lads
and sun-burned girls, is no place to
learn the requirements of society"
Bell put out her lip. preparatory to
going into a bewitching fit of sulks,
which only had the effect of making her
look ten times as lovely as before.
"A summer at Newport, now-couldn'
your father be persuaded, Bell? l
should be happy to be your escort. and
l flatter myself know one or two fellows
Of fashion there, to say nothing of sew.
sral fine women. 1t would improve
your country manners vastly
Mr.. Fitzallan pulled up his shirt-col-
lar and gave his moustache concelted
twitch as he said this, while Bell looked
somewhat quizzically at him.
so you're not satisfied with my toul
ensemble, Will
There's no denying that you are an
uncommonly sweet little creature, Bell,
but there's too much-pray pardon me il
the truth seems rude-too much of the
rural districts about you. To say truth,
| should be horribly mortified to intro.
duce you to any Of my New York ac-
qusintances until you were somewhat
tuned down. You are SO demonstrative
so green, in fact
That odious Columbia College has
completely spoiled you ! sobbed Bell,
flushing up, and ready to burst into tears
you used to think me an angel before
you went there-at all events you said
so half a dozen times a day
True, my dear, said Mr.. Fitzallan
intent on adjusting his cameo studs
but commingling with the world some
times induces us to alter our opinions
you know
Bell turned red and white-averted
her face, poutingly, and. in short, wa:
the prettiest impersonatiou of an often.
ded beauty that heart could wish, fol
just about two seconds. At the end O.
that time. Fitzallan, secure in his do
minion over heart. passed his arm
around her waist with confident smile
drew her to him. and put his hand un
der her chin, so as to turn her face to
wards his own. Woman is naturally ,
forgiving little creature. ain't she !? Ane
the upshot of the whole matter was, tha
Bell Vernon's 5 sweet mouth broke on
into smiles, and she nestled close up tt
the young sprig of Columbia College. .lik'
tiny dove. We don't blame him fol
giving her waist small squeeze extra
do you, reader?
Well. then, Will she laughed, b
il as Won s,v. IN go IN N"wro"' 'hi