The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1861-07-23

Uncle Dick looks like ghost" said
Master Henry Augustus.
i" No he don't-he looks like the old
miller down at the pond" stuck in Miss
Julia.
"Upon my word, | don't know which
is the most complimentary. observed
Richard drily. Now then clear the
track, every soul of you, and give me a
chance !"
And he worked on, now pausing to
survey his achievements, but oftenest of
all relapsing into thoughts of the
beautiful young damsel at the pic mic
last night who had been so studiously
cold and reserved toward him.
"She won't like me, )" thoug he "and
| can't for the life ofme tell why. Well,
as | said before, women are unaccounta-
BILE concerns!'
Amy" said Miss Brownleigh to her
pretty young cousin, Il wish you would
just run over to Mrs. Mayfed's S with this
note. The children are at school, and
have no one 10 send"
20, no" said Amy, with fresh tinge
su uffusng her delicate check. | don't
want TO encounter that superfine collegi-
an"
Nonsense, he isn't there--he is stay
ing with Harry Franklin
"Oh, then | will take the note" said
Amy, rising and looking around for her
coquetish little gipsey hat.
You are the strangest girl Amy"
said her cousin "What can DO the rea-
son that you dislike Richard May field
He is so handsome and so talented"
Il don't fancy these merely ornament
al people," said Amy, demurely. my
husband must be of some use to the
world"
How do you know but that Mr.. May
field is?"
CANE be possible" /" said Amy, archly
shaking her curls. 9" His hands are too
small for anything but lemon colored kid
gloves. I'll wager new bonnet, Alice,
lhai 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 May field had been much yexcd
because she had refused to dance with
him the evening before.
Mrs. John Mayfeld's house was at no
great distance, and as Amy was quite in.
innate with that lady, aud understood
The domestic saturnaha that was at pres
ent transpiriug within her domains, she
did not think II necessary 10 knock. but
opened the door and walked in without
ceremony.
There stood Dick. the apex of pyra-
midical scatfoldiug Of boards, his fine
broadcloth raiment obscured by lime
splashed sheet, which was girded around
his waist by ponderous knot Of rope,
and his black curls oyershadowed by n
coarse old straw hat, working away rs If
for dear life. His back was toward the
door, and supposing the step to be that Of
his sister in-law, he said gaily. without
turning his head
What is the carpet ready so soon
Bell I'm just about through here, and
III come down and tack il down in one
minute"
Not receiving any answer, he threw
down his brush, and turned round
Miss Brownleigh !"
He never looked so handsome in his
lite-and that was the first thought that
rushed through Amy's mind, in the
midst of all her embarrassment for
Dick had the advantage of the young
lady in this respect-she was embarrass
ed. and he was not.
lie sprang laughingly to the ground,
and threw Oft his ghoslly drapery.
You must think | have curious
taste in costume" said he archly, but
the truth is, Isabel has been disappointed
in her hired help, and my mother is
away from home, SO | am helping her
clean houser'
Il did not know--I thought you had
no ste'-stammered Amy, uncon.
sciously speaking out her thoughts.
You suppose that was nothing more
than an ornamental piece Of furniture !
Ask Isabel about that" said Dick half
Il pllueut hali ShuiliHS put Iau pe OF
any use TO YOU now?'
i have note from my cousin for
Mrs. May6eld," said Amy, still speak
ing scarcely above her breath.
"She has gone down TO the farther or
chard," said Dick. :" 1t is some distance,
and not very straight path. Ii you will
wait until | remove little Of tins lime,
SHALL be happy to escort you down
there"
Half an hour before, Amy would have
haughtily informed him it was quite un.
necessary for her to trouble him-now
she stood and waited
Ii was a long walk. under the over
spreading shadow of noble apple trees,
bending with their weight OF crimson
and russell fruit and through meadow
ankle deep in purple and bloom. and
nodding plumes of golden red, yet. for
all that, Amy was surprised when Mrs
Mayheld came in sight carrying little
basket of rose checked peaches from 3
pet tree beyond
We believe il is one OF woman spe
cial and incontroyertable privileges K
} change her mind-therefore nobody wa:
! much astonished when three months sub