Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1862-12-11

SO annoyed by them that feel a constant
temptation to cover them with my own
Bachelor traps of the most dangerous kind
are they ? they are sure to be busy with a
crotchet-needlas or brought out in relief on
the dark cover of a book, or folded like nest
ling doves in her lap ; nuisance and
snare consider them. She has little foot
besides, arched and high, and she wears del
icate little boots, and hecled slippers, half
buried in rosettes. Worse than all, she
lifts her dress when walking in the garden,
or promenades the piazza in gale, or clam
bers up and down places intended only for
goats, and show them
There she is now. can see her from my
window, going up and down tho piazza un-
der that jaunty little hat with its long
feather, huInming to herself, and clicking
her boot heels to mark the time. Restless
thing she is like bird or bee ON the
wing she has gone into the garden. Why,
on earth, can't she walk? She goes with
a run and whir of her sweeping dress tread
ing lightly, as if she went on springs. She
has picked rose, two OF them wastetul
creature See, she is considering where
to put them in her hair, on her bosom, or i'll
her belt. The belt carries the day there
are the roses against her heart What ut
ter frivolity and vanity ! and how PERM
cious in its effects promised to read up
in law while was here, but Chitty knows
best how many of his pages have turned
since have been here. How could p
Study demands calm and serenity Of mind
am continually annoyed There she goes;
she has taken the path to the rvor | am
going to smoke cigar, and tranqullize my
nerves. This room is intolerable
Really this is a most uncharitable world.
Viva Baracole and Lutte Pima. But stop
let me think how it all was.
| went to smoke in the ground, of course,
| don't consider it polite to smoke in the
rooms, or on the piazza where there are
ladies. Thinking and smoking. l strolled
along not noticing the road took found
myself on the shore. She sat therc-l
couldn't do less than speak, after nearly
stepping on her. She made room for me
on the bench-seemed to expect me to take
a seat Leside her but she was in no hurry
to talk. She was looking out over the wa
ter with the solemn child look that have
mentioned. | could smoke my cigar anc
look at the Pickering of her lashes, the ebb
Of faint color il her cheek, the rise and fall
of the lace on her white neck, the uncOn-
scious movements of her little grasping fin
gers, holding idly two or three roses
When she did speak, she proposed to walk
to some miserable waterfall, that can't flow
along like decent, we'll conducted brook,
but comes plunging down a hill, tearing
out bed for itself, and leaving just the
narrowest ledge for path l couldn't ill
common politeness refuse to go, and Of
course offered to help her up the ledge
Her hand rested in mine and such a little
warm, white and rosy clinging thing it was.
When we reached the top she was out OF
breath, and we sat down the pines that
shade it made of it cool, temple-l'ke place; ;
the water did look pretty, foaming over the
rocks but still that don't quite paw for the
way in which l enjoyed it like Neptune
we'll enough, but lam not fanatical about her;
we sat on little very damp earth and a
great deal of stone there was a toad-to
which l have an aversion-hopping about
in a way suggestive of landing i'll ray lap {;
took two worms off my arm and spi
der from Miss Organdie's shoulder as for
the conversation, here it is:
"Ah ! am So tired"
Yes. The walk is steep"
Il believe have cut my slipper'-half
showing the nonsensical little thing that
she calls by that name.
You should have worn your Balmoral
boots. Young girls are always so impru-
dent. We should die from one half as much
exposure"
"oh but I didn't think of coming
here I"
Pause-Del looking off at nothing in par
ticular |, at-but that is nobody's busi-
ness, and don't believe in so many details
Another conversation ripple.
How peaceful it is v'
"Yes"
That was al! but the ten minutes spent
there are the most delicious of my life
Then we went home. Viva Baracole and
Lutte Pima were on the piazza and saw US
come. Del sank down ON seat with sigh
Have you been far ?' asked Lutte, SYM
pathizingly.
"Only to the fall"
The girls exchanged looks.
Why, you have been gone two hours ?'
Two Z" (in large capitals.) Why we
were only there ten minutes. Were we not,
Mr. Wayne z"
Tha. was all by my watch"
q For bliss and Irish watches have the power,
In twenty minutes 10 lose half hour.''
said Viva, half under her breath, to Pima,
as if talking of something that had no pos
sible connection with us.
Del grew crimson. AS for me, I am de-
termined to leave this place Immediately
Bliss and myself mentioned in the same
connection is little too much. 1t was a
conspiracy done to annoy me. Del can
blush on all occasions. will go-no
won't. Run away from parcel of women,
inferior, frivolous beings, whose very exist
ence hangs on ribbon not |, will as
sert my independence. There goes Del
across the hall she has gone into the IL
brary. | kcow the sound of the doc. Well,
l shall go there, too 1t has been my Gus