The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1861-08-28
"How do you know but that Mr.. May

field is ?"
"Can't be possible" said Amy, archly
shaking her curls. "His hands are too
small for anything but lemon color kid
gloves. I'll wager new. bonnet, Alice
that he never did anything more labori-
Gus than to carry box of cigars, in his
life"
Miss Brownleigh laughed, and Amy
passed out of the vine-wreathed porch,
wondering within herself whether Mr.
Richard Mayfeld had been much vexed
because she had refused to dance with
him the evening before.
Mr.. John Mayfeld's house was at no
very great distance, and as Amy was quite
intimate with that lady, and understood
the domestic saturnalia that Was at pre-
sent transpiring within her domain, she
did not think it necessary to knock, but
opened the door and walked in without
ceremony.
There stood Dick, the apex of pyra-
midal scaffolding of boards, his fine broad
cloth raiment obscured by lime spashed
sheet which was girdled round bis waist
| by a ponderous knot of rope, and his
black curis overshadcwed BY coarse old
straw hat, working away for dear life His
back was toward The door, and surposing
the step to be that of his sister-in law, he
said gaIly, without turning the head
"What is the carpet ready so soon,
Bell? I'm just through here, and III
come and tack it down in one minute r'
Not receiving any answer, he threw
down his brush aud turned round.
Miss Brownleigh !"
He never looked so handsome in his
life-and that was the first thought that
rushed through Amy's mind. in the midst
of all her nbarrassments for Dick had
the advantage of the young lady in this
respectable was embarrassed and lie was
not. He esplang, g,laughingly to the ground,
and threw off his ghostiy dcapery.
"You must think have curious taste
IN costume" said he, archly, "but tie
truth is Isabel has been disappointed 10
her help, and my mother is away from
home, SO | am helping her clean house"
Il did not know-I thought you had
no taste"-stammered Amy, unconscious
ly speaking oet her thoughts.
q" You supposed that | was nothing
more than an ornamental piece OF furni-
ture. Ask Isabel about that" said Dick,
half piqued. balf smiling. "But can be
of use to you now 2"
81 had note from my cousin for Mrs.
Ma-6eld. said Amy, still speaking scarce
ly above her breath.
''Sae has gone down to the farther or
chard," said Dick at is some ci tance
and Lot very straight path. If you
will wait until I remove a little of this
lime, | shall be happy to escort you down
there"
Half an hour ago Amy would have
haughtily informed him it was quite un-
necessary for her 10 trouble him-now
she stood and waited.
It was long walk, under the over.
spreading shadow of noble apple trees,
bending with their weight of crimson and
rustic fruit, and through meadows ankle
deep in purple and bloom, and nodding
plumes of golden red, yet, for all that
Amy was quite surprised when Mr. May
field came in sight, carrying a little basket
of rose checked peaches from pet tree
beyond
We believe it is one of woman special
aud incontrovertable privileges to change
her mind-therefore nobody was mnch
astonished when three months subse-
quently there was rumor of the engage
ment Of Mr.. Mayheld and Miss Brown.
leigh. Sill, however, Dick always de-
clared that twas an insoluable mystery to
him that when serenades and schottishes,
poetry and perfumes had all failed to win
an entrance to the maiden's heart, a
white-brush should have been the unro-
mantle weapon which at last brought
down the barricades
Why is the bridegroom more expensive
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