The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1862-02-25

hahCoS WoNeu out Vi real lie are most
fascinating. / have been writing such
tales. Have you seen them ?''
II believe not, Miss Higgins" was
my reply.
She lifted up both hands quite implor-
ingly. "Pray, do not call me by that
odious name. l have long since discard
ed it to all save strangers, and hidden
myself beneath the title Of Daisy Haw-
thorne. You may call me Miss d isy."
My handkerchief went up to my mouth
at this juncture. to conceal the broad
smile that l could not stiae, and after a
preparatory cough inquired:
"Where are your writings published,
Miss Daisy ?"
In the Warren County Sun DIAL"
Their titles are various, but they bear the
impress of my style. and are signed by
my sweet, unpretending nom de plume.
They have created something of a stir
in the literary world"
Here Miss Higgins ceased speaking
and softly hummed-
"Too gifted for earth"
In order to lose no time, took UP my
knitting work, and commenced plying
the needles in silence, waiting for her to
continue. But she drew small blank
book from her pocket, and arranging a
silver pencil, commenced scribblng very
vigorously on one of the pages. There
must have been lapse of fifteen min
utes before she stopped. and then she
broke forth into strange soliloquy, as
she arose and paced the carpet:
"Ah. when shall the consuming fires
of genius burn dimly in my breast ?
When shall my soul find rest from its Ia.
oors, and cease its cry for writing ? Is
there no other occupation that can give
relief. or must continue to pour out nv
brains on paper till my precocious spirit
wears out my frail ETHEREAL frame ?"
Are your sufferings very severe ."
ventured to ask,
A stamp of the foot, with Don't in
terrupt me-" silenced me. and Miss Hig.
gins raised her fore finger in the air,
keeping it in motion, as if wiring on
some more solid substance, and repeat
ing, in loud hoarse whisper: Write.
write. write" This singular spell lasted
over a moment, and then she flung her
self on the sofa, and turned to me.
F." Well, katherine, | must go on with
my conversation. The thoughts and ex
perience ofa very ugly-looking person
would prove highly entertaining TO the
readers Of the Sun Dial, aud as | know
OF no one who could so we'll define them
as yourself, l have promised the Editor
TO get your history from your own lips,
and embellish it with my own splendid
sentiments"
You must excuse me, Miss Daisy.
II | decline the honor OF sitting for a pen
and ink portrait from your pen. The
life of a plain young lady can be written
quite as we'll from your own personal ex.
perence as mine, for your beauty is BY
no means remarkable"
Daisy Hawthorne drew herself up ac.
cording to the latest fashion in novels,
and cast glance towards me that was
calculated TO be entirely annihilating in
effect.
Katherine Weaver, you are an un.
reasonable creature. Ii was for the ben.
eft Of the public that commenced this
delicate and arduous task, aud il is no
small honor for one as inferior as your.
self to be converted into heroine by the
hand Of a worldrenowned authoress."
l arose from my chair. and folded up
my knilting-work, saying; Il have no
desire TO be lonized in writing at pres.
ent, but when l do contemplate such a
thing / shall doubtless write nv own
story"
The Daisy gave little shrek, looking
ruefully at my fingers:
"Oh, oh, what PROCLAMATION ! To think
that those hands, SO familiar with rude
housework, and coarse sewing, should
dare TO grasp the authors sacred pen
am grieved | am shocked /! NV sen
sitive nature will bear no more"
! thought she was getting ready TO
faint, and glanced around for the cam.
phor bottle, but she WAS evidently too
indignant for that.
The poor cape aud opera hood were
hastily donned. and without one word of
parting, Miss Jerusha Higgins, alias Dai
sy Hawthorne. glided from the room and
into the street.
| think l was pardonable, il | did walk
directly TO the largest looking glass our
house affords. and scrulinize myself very