Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1862-11-01

where the indistinct dull moss had blurr' d the
rugged waters edge
MARY THORNE'S COUSIN.
MARY, am astonishedr ~
Oh course, the grave elder sister was aston.
ished. In truth, and in fact, she lived in a
chronic state of amazement; for Mary Thorne
was always doing something to astopish her
friends and relatives. Miss Ruth could hardly
credit the evidence of her own senses, in the
hay glow of the August morning, when she
came ont OF the clematis shadows OF the little
south porch, and discovered that yonder mov-
ing object, half way up among the outrageous
branches of the hinge old pear tree, was not a
spray of leaves, nor yet russet -piumed robin,
nor = cluster of sun checked pears swinging in
the blue empyrean, but-Miss Mary Thorne,
comfortably perched in the crook of the gnarl-
ed tree, her curls all necked with the sifted
rain of sunshine that came down through the
shifting canopy of leaves, and book in her lap
al don't carer said the little damsel, laugh.
ing saucy defiance. ats the incest place in
the world mp here; feel just like a bird, with
the leaves fluttering against my face and the
wind blowing so softly-and intend to stay
here! Wouldn't you like to come up here,
Ruthy Its easily done; just put your foot on
Ruth, who was thirty, and weighed a hun
dred and sixty pounds, bristled up with
"Mary Thorne, are you crazy? Come down
this instant!'
al shant," said naughty Mary, tossing the
silky shower of curls away from her forehead,
spanked like two blue Jewels
"But we are going"
ayes, understand. You are all going in
triumphal procession to the depot, to render an
ovation to the great Professor Ia Place the
wisest, sagest, and grandest of mankind, to
whom the Thorne family have the unutterable
honor OF being second cousins, and to escort
him sOlemnly to months sojourn ut Thorne
Hall. o, DEAR" CALCULATED Mary; 81 wish
could run away somewhere and hide. hate
this paragon OF prim precision. / shan't mar
i'm In ~
badly that he won't dream of il, No, am not
going with YOU hate the close barouche, and
it's too warm 10 ride on horseback. shall
stay at home -
And Miss Mary settled herself so snuplv
with one tiny slippered foot swinging down,
and her pretty head close to nest of blne
specified birds eggs, that Ruth gave il up with
sigh of despair.
swell, then, have il your own way, You in.
corrigible romp! i wish you weren't too big
to be shut up in dark closet, or have your
ut is a pity, ISN'T it 20 said Mary, demurely.
"Of course u is, Mary; If Cousin Tom Brad.
ley comes this morning, be sure and explain to
nm why we are absent, and behave like a
"All right said Mary, dauntlessly. 81 al.
ways liked Tom! we used to have grand
romps together when We were children"
She sat there in the old pear tree. prettier
than any Hamadryad that ever might have
haunted the messy old veteran Of the garden,
her cheek touched with sunshine and carrnine
a n
two from the book in her lap, now looking up.
T2pt IN girlish reyerie, into the blue sky as il
sparkled through ever moving leaves, and now
breaking into soft little MARBLE of song that
mace the very robins themselves put their
heads one side to listen. The carriage had
driven away long since-she had watched it
Beyond the curve OF the winding road; the dark
mantle Of shadow was slowly following the
creeping SUM- glow across the velvet lawn be-
ow, and the old church spire among the far
on woods had ehimed eleven. And still Mary
ihorne sat there in the forked branches of the
giant pear tree!
Suddenly there foated up into the leafy
sanctuary, pungent, aromatic odor, which
made her lean curiously forward, shading her
the green foliage below. Not the late monthly
roses, not the amethyst borders of heliotropS
nor the spicy geraniums, none Of these bios
SONS distilled that peculiar smell!
MY patience, said little Mary: sits a
cigar"
A cigar il was, and the owner thereof-sbe
Gould just see white linen coat and Il tall head
covered With black, wayy curls-stood on the
porch steps, quietly smoking, and INDUCING in
heightened view of the garden slopes
That's Tom Bradley" said Mary to her.
self
Now. if he thinks I'm coming down ont of
this delicious cool place TO sit up straight i'm
the hot parlors he's mistaken. Tom" She
called out, IN silyery accent of imoeratiy.
summons, and then burst into merry ianoi,tar
II the evident amaZement with which tbe
stranger gazed round him, yainly irving 10
CONJECTURE whence the call had proceeded
"l GU dear, stupid Cousin Tom" she aiacu
lated, "don't stare of toward the cabbage beds
Look straight up here. you may come up if Won
please. There's plenty of room for both. You
arr cousin Tom aren't you !'' she continued. as
sudden nisgiying crossed her mind
'"Of course, am; and you are Mary, sun
poser i
MARY herself! Up with you, Tom-catch
hold of this branch-thcrr. Now sbaka bandl
kiss mer' ~ ' ish'
"Well, couldn't help it-and besides. aren't
we COUSINS - said Mr.. Tom, swinging himsrIf
comfortably into a branch Just above Marv
why, Tom, how you have changed y, 30.
MATED the young lady, pushing back the chris
with one hand, that she might the better yiaIrI
her playmate of childhood's days. "Your hair
never cnrled so before: and what 4 nice nous
Tomr' '""'
mo, said Tom roguishIy
,o,, Ano you We grown so tall. i declare, Tom,
Inc gentleman laughed II could return
me omphneht II dared! But W her, are All
ne TEST Oh my relations The housa haIo11 -
rs empty as haunted hall" %
Do gons 10 welcome that horrid, poky OLD
TIoI. Ia fiace, who has graciously inJjcaIcS
MS Willingness TO pass few week. wiib ,tt
Tom, do hate that man. ., WIN US.
"Hate him what for -
90, don't know; I'm sure he is y, srut.
dried, conceded old wretch, and I'll Lyarar !.
BOX OF gloves he wears spectacles -,
si1 ~ twenty
al don't eare-I know he's rhsnn,,f, an,
wears spectacles for all that And Ton, no.,
Hyoull never, never breathe 4 word of tbis ;,
~ wont, upon my homer, said Tom
wen, then, papa has actually got the lido,
n1o MS dear old head that should n1aka
hlee wife for the professor, and-and -
mary turned away with crimson INC, marion,
pashlng IN Der checks.