Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1864-11-16

The farmhouse door was wide open, a,
Mr.. Warren walked up the path, next
mornings and the sunshine played bright.
ly on the stone floor, waking the black,
bird in his wicker cage to a perfect riivu.
let of melody. Outside, the appletrees
kept up allow; monotous chatter with the
wind, and the hydrangeas reared their
pink drifts of bloom on either side of the
steps. 1t was pretty place in its sum
mer solitude, fragrant with the odor Of
roses and jessamine, and musical with the
hum of bees and twitter of birds. But
Carlos Warren failed to recognize " the
universal fitness of things" He had had
a long walk through the wet morning
fields, burst his ezquisitely fitting patent
feathers against the sharp corners of an
envious stone, soiled his kid gloves in es-
Gaping precipitately from an evil-dispos-
ed bull, and was very tired and warm al
together.
"Confound the country P' grumbled
Carlos, trying to cool himself with the
brim of his Panama hat. "Musqaetos
swamps, and rocks that's all it amounts
to. Won't Milicent be OverjOyed to see
some one who reminds her of the city
once more p
The old lady, in cap and spectacles,
who answered his knock, regarded him
rather dubiously.
No, she's not in; and if she was, I
don't spose she'd want to see you" said
the matron, rather emphatically. ''She
don't never buy anything from travellin'
peddlers p
Carlos WINGED little.
" You are mistaken, ma'am I am not
peddler, but an old acquaintance Of
Miss Withington's from New York"
cob" calculated the old lady" I'm
sure I beg pardon; but I don't see so
we'll as used, and, 1 declare, you look
for all the world ike one o them plaguey
fellers bought poplin gound only
last September from one on EN-, and it
was half cotton, and didn't wear no time.
Rs was from New York his name was
Obed Hawley; P'raps you know him" {
81 have not the honor" said Carlos.
stiHy, the old lady's apology not bettering 4
matters much. "Did you say that Miss {
Withington-"
She went out in the bayfield, while
ago. She likes to see 'em make hay. So
told her, says, I, 'MiIly, your uncle Z
will be glad of some ginger and water,
with lots o molasses in it. It's Greful
healthy in hot weather."
Il beg your pardon-a0hen did you say
I could find Miss Wilmington p
q Yes, yes, I'm a comm to it, " said the
old lady. $50 I mixed up tin pail full,
just Ebenezer and the boys like ct, and
Milly carried it, not half-an- hour ago. If
you want to find her, you must go down
by the pastor lot and round by the ap-
pie orchard, past Jake Fosdick's bars
- There-I declare he's gone I"
For Carlos had caught a glimpse of ,
moving figures and cleaning scythes on !
the distant upland, and had escaped from -,
the wordy shower bath with as much ex- :
pedition as was practicable.
Plague on it p he mentally exclaim- }
ed, as he saw through the bars of the .
pastur' lot a ruminating assemblage of }
bovine animals, "after that horrid beast
this morning, I'll keep ont of the way Of ,
horns, individually and collectively = !
Here's a short cut across the meadow-if ;
4 body could only get through thio !
hedge P'
He forced his way determinedly thro' ;
the clinging blackberry vines to the sore !
letriment of both skin and garments, and :
with smarting euticle, towards !
g Jake Fosdick's bars"
"MOre cowsr' he calculated. "In =
lot risk itp !
He resolutely turned to the longer =
quite, which lay provokingly spread out =
him and the hay-felds. o
There's some nice cool woods yonder :
iii strike across and keep heshade," p"
7ere his next meditations. 4" A fellow 9
lon't want to present himself before the \
ady of his heart looking like boiled +
obster, with the heat p
Alas for the uncertainty of human v
calculations even within ten steps of the t
woods Carlos Warren came to e
REF The treaoherous ground yielded Ii
Il at once to his footsteps, enguIphing e
i'm in sea Of liquid mire, and holding b
i'm there as firmly as if hidden hands t
7ere dragging at his feet, In vain he a
egress seemed human impOs- b
ibihty. All, had he only kept close to a
Jake Fosdiok's bars" but it was too f
ate for useless lamentations |;
All of a sudden, merry musical laugh
himed through the green silence of the Il
7oOds, blended with deeper and more tt
arrest tones. Carlos crouched close to k
he ground; itwould have been too morti- T
ying to be caughtthus by NLilicent With c,
ngton, There was no danger, however il
e discovered, with a pang she was too tt