Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1859-03-10

HIS iledTI lOr YEARS, oo'O'i"S o"o Oy oho
the chords that bind him to the dear spirit
of his youth. And SO the outgrown past
sits as awkardly on his matured manhood,
as would the little ast-off cerduroys upon
the stalwart figure he brings back to the
olden haunts.
But where am 1? As said, was get
ting weary of rusticating. and had quite
come to the conclusion that another day
should find ME enrouts for the city, when,
one morning, as l was lounging on the pi
azza of the little motel which had been my
abiding place, smoking choice Havana.
and lazily watching the blue curls of smoke
that rose up like fragrant mist above my
head, the numbering old stage coach which
brought in passengers from the adjoining
town. ratified up to the door. Now, that
may seem an unimportanf event to chron-
icle, but no one would have thought so who
could have seen the solitary passenger it
brought. Have l forgot 10 mention that l
was bachelor, reader? Forgive the omis-
sion. The knowledge will be indispensa-
bic to you in understanding the great de-
gree of interest | manifested, and the
wide awake look which dilated my eyes.
as pair of the prettiesi, most neatly gait
cred little feet in the world, made their
appearance upon the wooden step Of the
old coach. l always did admire dainty,
slender, plump little foot on a woman.
After the feet. came pretty figure habit
ed in a brown riding dress. I looked
anxiously for the face. Alas! an envious
blue veil hid it from my sight. But
caught glimpse of small, gloved hand,
the glimmer of single golden curl dane
ing out of the jaunty, blue-veiled hat, heard
one Of the most musical thank you. sirs'
addressed to the rough-lookng driver,
who handed out from the coach crimson
carpet-bag and brown parasol, and then
and then-well, don't know exactly
what followed, only that the little feet trip
ped past me into the hotel. and 1 went off
In visionary fit Of romancing, such as
susceptible young bachelors are apt to In
dulge in when they have nothing else to
employ their time. l thought what if
had home-a real cosy, nice bird 's-nest
of a home, and those little feet should make
music tripping through its rooms. l won
dered how 1 would feel bargaining for
cloth CATERS. / dreamed till my fancies
began to be troublesome and tauntine. and
then l got up and sauntered down the
street to rid myself of them.
can't say exactly how far my morning
walk extended, or how many streets Itrav-
ersed. but know that when got back to
the hotel, and sauntered leisurely up stairs
TO my room, my thoughts were running a
wild goose chase after yellow ringlets, and
number three CATERS. l thought too, that
as business wasn't very pressing in the
city at that time. and was really for my
health to remain in the country as long as
possible, why. if the coach should happen
to leave me the next day. it would mt be
such a serious matter. | wondered if the
young lady just arrived was intending to
stop any lergth of time in the village. and
if 80, whether she admired mus.achios and
heavy boards (my face was shaggy as a
bears and if she was .inid, and dared
not venture out in a sail boat, with nice
young man to rescue her, in case said boat
should overtuIn
At this stage of my cogitations, Ireached
the door of my room. 1t was slightly ajar,
and soft female voice was humming
Nellie Gray Surprised and perplexed
by so strange circumstance, | stopped
and peeped in before entering. Arrows
Of Cupid! Could trust my senses?--
Shades of romance! Was in my right
mind? Seated upon the carpet in the Gen.
ter of the room, in an attitude of childish
abandon, with both hands rumaging my
portman,eau, was a coquettishly attired
young lady, whom at once recognized as
the divinity of the tage-coach, by her
brown travelling suit. and the color OF the
heavy cloud Of curls that drifted soft and
silken, over her shoulders. Her back was
toward the door. but partial turning of
the head gave me a one-sided view of her
face, which made me think instantly of an
, arbutus blossom, so fresh and delicately
. colored was it.
But what upon earth was she doing in
+ my room, and with my portmanteau? Was
the girl insane? Evidently not if | was
any reader of faces. While l stood trans
| fixed with amazement. and not knowing
f whether to go in and frighten the intruder
away. or stand where l vas and watch her
, movements. she suddenly broke off in the
, middle Of her tune. and commenced talk
ing to herself listened eagerly.
20. Harry. Harry Brown-the rogue! |