The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1859-09-09
BY JERE. CROWLEY,

| completely nlQQen from the ROAD Side,
though very near, enjoying the breeze that
came with a soft undulated swell, rich with
the fragrancy of many bayfield,. Slowly
sauntering along came two young men,
one of them bearing a small vaise, that
looked more as if it was filled with artists
materials than the wardrobe of fashion
able traveller. They paused Lear the elm.
"Oh. shall soon get sick of this, Ned, T"
said the younger and handsomer man.
"After sketch or two, l guess I'll make
for the hotel"
"I told you So" replied the other; but
you know what old aunty always says
things is mighty unsartin." You may
not only fall in love with this old country
place, but with some red checked, brown
eyed country lassie, with fine farm in
prospect-a beauty you know"
"You mistake me, Ned, If you think so;
| would rather die and be buried at once,
than wed a mere country beauty"
But, my dear fellow, suppose her in
telligeDt, modest, and full of natures poet
ry, tender hearted, graceful, unspoiled by
adulation, guiless, sill pie, loving crea-
ture-"
"Aye," cried Fred, laughing, "a choice
clnstre of accomplishments and graces
Country beauties are always sweet, gener-
ally simple, often guilelesss; so are COWS.
No, no; tell you if she was lovely as an
angel, gifted with common sense, skilled
in butter making and quilting, aye even i,
she turned out unexceptionable bread,
still if untaught in literature and music
with soul welded to churns, ovens and
knitting needles, wouldn't marry her for
fortune"
Ha, ha," laughed Nellie Irving-but
it was very fianissimao laugh, away down
in the corner of her musical little heart.
Hidden by the trunk, she turned over the
leaves of her book, rustling them loudly
and laughing heartily to herself.
Another moment and slight knoll re.
vealed the lovely girl Fred's face turned
crimson, he bit his lip and whispered in
visible trepidation, "do you think she
heard 2"
ono" the other rejoined, somwhat con-
fused, "she would not betray herself if she
had-she is evidently engrossed in her
book;-you are safe | imagine; she could
not have heard you-but what an angel
| she is! Who can she be g.
Yes, Nellie was an angel, as far as out
ward beauty might merit the name She
sat half reclining on her rustic seat, striv-
ing to smooth out the dimples on her
cheeks, as she laid her book demYrelv
| aside and hne,~- Piurn the iloss Ho'h
the roots. Leaning on one white arm, the
gnarled trunk back ground, red geran-
ium blossom twined in her glossy hair, she
sat quite at her ease, apparently unaware
that two handsome young men were so
very near.
Approaching with a low bow. upon
which his mirror had set the seal of fault
less elegance, Frederick Carlton spoke to
Nellie. Would she pardon the liberty,
but he was seeking the house of Mr.. Irving
and if she would have the kindness to in
form him where she resided, &c. The
beauty looked up with an innocent smile
full in the face Of the handsome young
man.
"Mr. Irving happens to be my father,
sir" she said, gracefully rising from her
recumbent posture "Doy you see the large
brown house on high ground, nearly hid
den by trees'' That's where we live, its
a very nice place: sir. -~~, - On or
academy do they call it, sir?-isn't that q
sort of select schooll'' turning with the
natural simplicity to Fred.
He replied with graceful bow
Tell your father, said he, 'thatI shal
do myself the honor to call on him te
night. believe he expects me-"
Yes, sir. he does, y replied Nellie, tuck
ing her sleeve round her pretty arm, "yes
sir, III tell him. word for word" she add
ed making a formal courtesy. Then
catching up her book, she hurried toward
home.
v-THE PLAN.
Father, mother, aunt and sis y. she
exclaimed merrily, bounding into the room
where the family where atsupper, Gas true
as you and live, Mr. Carleton, whom you
all talk about so much is here in the vii.
lage. Now have plan-don't laugh a,
me; he will be here tonight, the first pro
per specimen of city beau, as of course
he will be; all sentiment, refinement, with
faultless kids, shining dckey, spotless boots
and as important and elf-assured as of thai
ilk can possibly be
"What has got into the girll" asked
the farmer laying his toast and fork down
al have plan, father-all of you, and
/ want you to promise me that you won
lisp word about music, reading, writing
sketching or embroidery-because-wel
| shan't tell You why. Father will bt
quiet enough, know, just give him :
newspaper Aunt Minnie is the dearest
} demurest little aunt in company, anC
f mother will be busy in her household work
Sis, your rattle of little tongue is the
only thing 1 fear, but if you'll keep quiet
and ask no questions, I'll give you that
work box that you have coveted so long
"What ails the puss!' cried the old man
more puzzled than ever.
Nothing, father, only I am going tc
act the nice busy little country girl, with
out boarding school graces or accomplish
ments; YOU see | have PLAN, and you
} will only consent that you give up my
songs and my polkas for little while, Id
} sing and play ike nightingale for you
afterward,"
90, we'll, suppose you must have your
way" said mother and aunty laughing.
"Come; Sis, what say you I"