Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1865-07-07
QDklo Statesman, M n,
lMAUDE,S MISTAKE.
BY NAY r.. CRoWELL,


talked, Every single one of Clareville's
young hopefuls was as desperately in love
| with her as possible. To be sure they
couldn't help it, not they; for her curlls
were irresistible, and her eyes-oh, weren't
they divine! Then that mouth-those lips
ones mouth waters in Imagination. ,.,.
But dainty Maude was an awful flirt a
terrible coquette; worse, if possible, than
ever heroine was before. .. .. .-........,
She never would wed a country fellow.
The idea! only. think introduce a green,
| raw unfledged gosling in her papa's draw
| ing-room! No, thank you. What would
Lanthe Glenbert say? And wouldn't Adj
aline Labudling elevate her probosisr "
'Maude, you're crazy. her cousin Mary
used to tell her, when she ratified on SO.
with such yforlorn names-Adaline Labud-
ling, etcTI ...r..,.-...i.... 80 ...,',.,
t''Yes Maude, and Augustus Fitzhower
DeManora and your other city eXqulsites ?"
her cousin Bud often asked. .....',....,'
Poor Maude was so teased by her mis-
chievous cousins; and then her tiny hands
would slap Buds face till herhand sfnarted
again. Her dark blue eyes would flash and
dance when she replied E. '.I
o.Who are they, Ell? Well, no, country
bumkins like you, Bud Carlisle -
Then Buds face would laugh again. He
had great way Of laughing with his eyes
his face perfectly calm and unrufiied-
but he always made Maude smile, despite
her momentary veXation.l ..., ......, w.. ..
Maude Clarendon liked her country cous-
in great deal better than she had any idea
of. Albert Carlisle, or Bert, as they called
him, then gradually falling into tee way oil
saying Bud, was a young farmer Of twenty
ell ac ms oil MauHn'c
fastidiousness could desire; face tlorid? no,
dark, slightly rosy cheeks; no tan or sun
burn, for Bud had that rare charm, fine
skin. His eyes were as black as. a crows
wing, and then his hair-Oh, if Maude didn't
delight in his thick, wavy curls! -.y
"Really, Bud, your hair is perfect. Oh
dear If you were not a country fellow /
do believe I'd marry your ... .rt
"lndeed, Miss Cityana, you don't mean 1t !.
am overwhelmed by your condescension."
"Oh there now, you needn't go to making
fool of yourself! Well, you just wait;
some day I'll refuse you" =,
mo you won't, fol l never shall ask you.
Remember" ..,... b.
Then he would pull curl and start off.
One beautiful morning, just before break
fast, as Maude was sitting by her window,
peeping out through the climbing red roses
that covered it completely, merry whistle
in the yard attracted her notice. She peep
ed further out and saw Bud standing by a
splendid team. A new fall-tOp, the cover
thrown back, displaying the bright blue
lining and blue cushioned seats; the gay
strip of Brussels carpet on the floor then
the ponies-Buds own ponies-so sleek, fat
and glossy. ...-.... ..r..
Never had Maude seen Bud look so hand
some, with the cool linen duster over the
light summer suit, the jaunty, wide-rim-
med straw hat on one side of his head. Oh,
but her heart did beat, and for the first
time she actually felt that she-liked him
very much. sH-5u-
II wonder where he's going so early" she
thought. "Ill ask him. Say, Bud where
away" .,..
An arch smile lighted the countenance
lifted to the embowered window. rl ri
"And, Maude, you there-bon jour. am
going to Fair View to spend the day. l
must be off too. Au reuOir petite cOustRe."
He flung her a kiss, then sprang lightly
into the carriage and was soon dashing
down the road. .'...3a
Maude came down to breakfast, but some
how or other she missed Buds merry face
andsaucy badinage.i She was lonely.
"Mary, where did Bud go? Does he
hllOW ally OuC III all lGN'1
Mary's face looked mysterious, and she said:
"Maude, if you won't let on I'll'tell you.
Bud has a girl there; he goes down every
week; he doesn't get there till dinner
time, so he starts early"
whats her name?" eagerly Inquired
Maude. ... ..... .....l
"Don't you breathe, it. a, Bud would nev-
er forgive me. It's Kate Clifton.
"Pretty," was all Maude said. as she
slowly crept to her room.
All day she felt so strangely-so quiet and
subdued: and when, after tea, the usual
hour for her stroll down the road with Bud
and Mary came, she felt quite lost.
"When will he come, .auntie?" she
queried time and again of Mrs. Carlisle, who
sat placidly knitting.
"Not before nine o'clock, probably at ten,
possibly at eleven; sometimes he has stayed
till twelve; once till next morning."
At any other time Maude would have
fired up at that teasing reply, but now she
had no inclination so to do, but listlessly
pulled to pieces a fragrant hyacinth.
Nine O'Clock came-half past-then she
arose, and lightinga lamp said
81 believe I'm too tired to situp any long
er; good night auntie. Come, Mary"
That night while combing her long
DIOWu ndlly uldIJ IOlu dll dDOuV lUs
"Last summer, you know, the Cliftons
lived here In Clareville, and Kate and our
Bud got up a Irritation right of. Every
body thought it wouldn't last long, because
they were too thick. Butt guess Bud liked
her iirst-rate, and know Kate liked him,
| for she told me So" d., .......-.....
'Is Miss Clifton good looking?" queried
Maude. 60.
II bet you she's handsome. Her hair
was short last summer, and it is jet black
and real curly; her eyes were black, too !;
she's tall and slender, but very graceful and
queenly. Bud used to take her to all the
picnios and parties in his carriage--not the
new one; but since she's moved so far off he
only sees her once q week. | don't think
they are engaged, but imagine" 3i.,
The sound of wheels interrupted them.
"Nearly eleven o'clock, said Maude, con-
sulting her watch, which hung against the
velvet case. sJy rlitgy ban ,.lgo. .a
Long, after Mary was sleeping soundly
Maude lay wakefgl and restless. N ..fi
Pshawp she resumed; Shut I am a fool,
The idea of my caring because my cousin
has girl! And farmer, toor' ges
But Maude's cheeks erimsoned when she
remembered he wasn't afirst cousin, but a
third cousin. Then, too, she had to acknOwl-
edge there was not a bit of country about
Bud He hadn't great fatfeet, stepping or
everybody's toes, then blushing Ikea girl
of eighteen when he stammered an apology;
and there wasn't the faintest perceptible
6dor of barnyard and horses about him,
like mostfarmers. He was just as easy and
self-p0ssessed as any New Yorker that
lounged in her papa's parlor, or escorted
Miss Maude, the heiress, to the opera.
i Her reyerie soOthed her to sleep, and the