The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1863-07-23

breaking into soft little warble of
song that made the very robins them
selves put their heads on 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 the shadow was slowly
following the creeping sunglow across
the velvet lawn below, and the old
church spirs among the far off woods
had chimed out eleven. And still
Mary Thorne sat there in the forked
branches of the giant pear tree!
Suddenly there foated up into her
leafy sanctuary = pungsant, aromatic
odor which made her lean euriously
forward, shading her eyes with one
hand, the better to penetrate the green
foliage below. Not the late monthly
rose-not the amethyst borders of he
liotrope, nor the spicy geraniums--none
Of these blossoms distilled that peculiar
smell.
"My patience!' said Mary, sits a
cigar!"
A cigar it was, and the owner there
of-she could just see white linen
coat and a tall head covered with black
wavy eurls-stood on the porch steps
quietly smoking, and indulging in a
lenghthened view of the garden slopes.
''That's Tom Bradley" said Mary to
herself. "Now if he thinks Pm CON-
ing down out of this cool place to sit
up straight in the hot palors, he's mis-
taken! Tom," she called out, in a
silver accent of imperative summons,
and then burst into merry laughter at
the evident amazement with which the
stranger gazed round, vainly trying to
conf lecture whence the call had proceed
ed.
"You dear, stupid Cousin Tom," she
calculated; "don't stare off towards
the cabbage beds. Look streight up
here (! you may come up if you please
there's plenty of room for both. You
are Cousin Tom, arn't your" she con-
tinued as sudden misgiving crossed
her mind.
"Of course 1 am and you are Mary
| suppose?"
Mary herself! Up with you, Tom
catch hold of this branch-there-
now shake hands-you saucy fellow,
l didn't say you might kiss me!''
"Well, couldn't help it, and be-
sides, arn't we consins ?" said Mr.. Tom,
swinging himself comfortably into a
branch just above Mary.
"Why, Tom, how you have changed!"
e eii:anepllated the young lady, pushing
back the curIsyiih one hand. that she
might the better view the pTa5 pTaE5T@ase OF
ehildhood's days. "Your hair nevei
curled so before and what a nice
moustache you have got l shouldn'
have known you, Tom
"No p said Tom, roguishly.
"And you've grown SO tall de-
clare, Tom, you're splendid -
The gentleman laughed. 81 could
return the compliment, if dared. But
where are all the rest of my relatives
The house below is as haunted hall. -
GAIL gone to welcome that horrid
poky. old Professor La Place, who has
graciously indicated bis willingness to
} pass few weeks with Us! Tom, dc
} hate that Professor p'
"Hate him? What for ?''
"Oh 1 don't know; Pm sure he is 8
snuff-dried, oonceited cid wretch and
I'll wager box Of gloves he wears
speotacles!"
"Nonsense, Mary he's only twenty
six"
81 don't care-I know he is rheumat
} ic and wears spectacles for all that
And, Tom-if you'll never, never
breathe a word of this"
81 won't, upon my honor" said Tom
swell, then. papa has actually go,
the idea into his old head that
} should make nice wife for the Pro
fessor-and-"
Mary turned away, her crimson in
dignation flashing in her cheeks.
"It is too bad for you to laugh. Tom
/ never, neUer will mary that man!''
81 wouldn't ifI were you," consoled
Tom. "But cousin Mary, wait and see
the man before you decide. He may
be quite decent fellow"
"No," said Mary, shaking her head
and biting her cherry lips firmly; 81
hate him beforehand".
"What spiteful little pussy you
are % said her companion laughing.