Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1860-11-15
CUMBERLAND MARYLAND, THURSDAY MORNING. NOV. 5 1850

| Nonsense, he isn't tnerc-ne Is staying
with Harry Franklin
@'Oh, then | will take the note said Amy
rising, and looking round for her coquetsl
little gipsey hat.
You are the strangest girl, Amy said be-
lcnusin. what can be the reason that yot
dislike Richard Mayfeld? lie is so hand
some and so talented !
4 don't fancy these merely ornamental
people, said Amy, demurely. NY husband
must be of some use in the world.
How do you know but that Mr.. Mayfeld
iis2'
Can't be possible said Amy, archly shai-
ling her curls. His hands are too small for
anything but lemon-colored kid glove, I'll
wager new bonnet, Alice, that he never did
anything more laboriUus than to carry box
of cigars, in his lifeH
Miss Brownleigh laughed, and Amy passed
out of the vine wrcathed porch wondering
within herself whether Mr.. Richard Mayfield
had been 9eyy much vexed because she had
refused to dance with him the evening before
Mrs. John Mayfcld' house was at no very
great distance, and as Amy was quite init
mate with that lady, and understood the do
nestle saturnaia that was at present trans
pirng within her de,nains, she did not think
it necessary to knock, but opened the door
and walked in without ceremony.
There stood Dick, the apex OF pyramidal
scaffolding of boards, his fine broadcloth raj
ment obscured by limc-splashed sheet which
was giried around his waist by a ponderous
knot of rope, and his black curs ovcrshad-
owed by a coarse old straw hat, working a
way as if for dear life. His back was
toward the door, and supposing the step to
be that of his sister-in-law, he said, sayly,
without turning his head,
What is the carpet ready so soon, Bell ?
I'm Just through here, and III comc.and tack
it down in one minutef
Not receiving any answer, he threw down
the brush and turned round.
Miss Brownleigh! !
He never had looked so handsome In his
life-and that was the first thought that rush.
ed through Amy's mind, in the midst of all
her embarrassment; for Dick had the aGvan-
tage of the Young lady in this respect-she
was embarrassed, and ho was not !
lie sprang, laughinsly, to the ground, and
threw off his ghostly drapery.
You must think | have a curious taste
Amy, uuconsciously speaking out
her thoughts.
you supposed that was nothing more
than an ornamental piece Of furniture? Ask ,
Isabel about that said Dick, half piqued,
half smiling. But can be of any use to
you Eylc?
4 had d note from my cousin, for Mrs.
Mayseld said Amy, still speaking scarce a.
oove her breath. II
she has gone down to the farther orchard,
aid Dick. 1T is some distance, and not a
,ery straight path If you will wait until |
emove little of this limo, shall be happy
o esbort you down there
Half an hour ago Amy would have haugh-
lily informed him it was quite unnecessary
or her to trouble hin'-now, she stood still
md waited.
1t was long walk, under the spreading
shadow of noble old apple-trecs, bending
With their weight Of crimson and russet fruit,
md through meadows ankle deep in purple
md bloom, and noddins plumes of golden
cd, yet for all that, Amy was quite surprised
when Mrs. Mayfeid came in sight, carrying {
little basket of rose-checked peaches from +;
pet trco beyond.
We believe it is one OF woman's special
nd incontrovertible privileges to change her
nind--thereforc nobody was much astonish I
d when, three months subsequently, there /
vas rnmor of the engagement of Mr.. May
eld and Miss Brownleigh Still, however, t
rck always declared that it was All insClu- I
BE mystery to him that when seronades and y
cottisches, poetry and perfumes had all fail :.
Il to win an entrance to the maidens heart ..
thite-paA brush should have been the un- i
omantc weapon which, at last, brought s
own the barricades C