The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1862-11-26

boy has more eyes and ears than most
people I 'believe-I know he has more
mischief 4 & aa9A
Harton Browne adopted his preceptor's
suggestion, and the old gentleman was left
alone, alternately taking snuff, rubbing
his spsctacles, and cogitating whether his
fair daughter was really deceiving him as
to her innocent love affairs. h"ey o2ni -
ssConfound it!' solilquized the doctor,
petulently, ''it takes sharper eyes than
mine to see through woman kinds
manoenvres. I'll ferret out the mystery
yet, though-hanged if | don'tP
The brazen throat of the old kitchen
clock had just uttered, in sort of shrill
treble, the fact that it was one post meridi-
an, and dinner was nearly over at DR..
Gray's. Somehow dinner tasted better in
the long, shady, dining room the Gray
mansion-houss than itdid any where else,
for the climbing honeysuckles at the win
dow stirred SO pleasantly in the wind, and
held back their green wilderness of leaves
to admit such delicious scents of new
mown hay and blossom-sprinkled woods
that the most delicate appetite could not
help being tempted. And Kitty Gray
looked SO pretty at the head ofthe damask-
drapeditable, her brown hair brushed back,
and her white throat edged with dainty
lace, and the faint color coming and going
on her cheek like rosy shadows. No
wonder Harton Browne looked at her so
often; we should have done the same thing
hans we sat opposite her at the table.
"I'll. take another piece of that apple
pie, Kate said the old doctor, extending
his plate Capital pie-where did the
apples come from?" - ~
III believe Patrick gathered them from
the gnarled, old tree that grows by the
south wall of the orchard, papa; the apples
hang there like balls of gold just streaked
with red on the sunny side, and 4 baked
them this morning u 9lsii4s Ss.ei SD
aUpon my word, you're getting to be
quite a little housekeeper,"" said the doc
tor, chuckliug. "The first I know, some
Young fellow will be-why-hallo here
what's this?2s i .s.ra. ~ -aga~ea
"For Dr. Gray's toeth, sound and white
as ivory, had struck against some foreign
substance under the snowy crust OF the
much praised pie, with a jar that set eve. We
ry nerve ON edge. zf }aoa. qe,. 81
ado they make apple pie now day.
out of stocks and stones?p demandeo
1.-THE old gentleman, tartly. !" No-l q
lmistaken-its isn't "a stone, it's seal
ringr' >yfsfs3r 30 sd M 4, r,sa.
And the doctor quietly held up Har
ton Brownies missing ornament-heav,
cornelian, set in ring of chase gold
Kitty turned scarlet, Browne looked anna
zed and confounded. 49,.
allow seal ring should happen to &c
baked in an apple pie, don't know, san
the malicious old doctor, enjoying tn
i confusion of his companions. s'YounI
/ people, can you tell me what all thi
means?' e.fi
"I can tell you, sir" said Horton, val
:. iantly seeing that now or never was tn
the time for his coup d detat ''it means th'
l am in love with your daughter Kilt.
and that if you will give your consent
9 our union, we will be evcrlastingly gratt
: full to you"
e aPapa!'' whispered Kitty, with HI
Iround arms clasped about his neck, "ne
be good and say yes! I wanted to te
9 you before, only Ii didn't dare =
s ssOin said DR.. Gray, dryly, 81 thong
II I should find things out, by and by.
wish, however, it mayn't be at the cost
a swapping toothache!' E.3.
May [ have her, sir?" pleaded Ia
ton. who had by this time got his al
le round Kittys waist. ..,as r,.sgI
t, "Well,i'a said the doctor, II don't kn'
y that I've any objection. Have it 20
. own way, young people. Only if y
have any more courting to get throu
s with, I beg you won't do it over my
t. pie piesl' sa 49,, s. !,
q Harton Browne was rich man Il
July afternoon; he had two treasu'
troyes-a promised wife and seal rlI !.
ae And the doctor was happy, for he |
lis found something to tease Kitty about