The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1865-10-26
From Godey's Lady's Book.
LOVE IN TRAMW WAY.

1HSJ HeIO tllC SalOCH
Fred Davenport, with his high-bred non
chalant air john Fisk, with look of
mingled embarrassment and defiance on
his plain, manly face, and Lal'a, between
them, playing her little part of artless
simplicity, and playing it well-with a
glance to the right and word to the left,
the brown eyes apparently not seeing the
utter di>comfiture Of cousin John, az Mr.
Davenport proceeded, with his calm, clear
words, to cut and criticize Robt Brown
ing's poems.
''Yes, Miss Wiuslow," spoke the low,
distinct tones, where the sound of each
letter rang gently out as the word glided
through the thin lips and pointed nous
tache, " the poems Of Browning are his
own hearts deep red blood They are to
poetry what the passionate violincello is
to music the low and throobing under
tones which echo in our hearts long after
hghter sounds have died away forever
With your delicate taste so far removed
from the coarse realities Of this working
day world, feel sure you viii appreciate
the poems, and, with your permission, l
will bring them this evening, and point
out the gems'
While LalIa was 81 so delighted" and
" so much obliged" John savagely tore
off rose from bush by his side, and, as
if iu revenge for its ruthless murder, the
flower sent one OF its long thorns spite
fully into the murderer's hand, and two
o- three drops Of the blood which had
been boiling through his veins for the
previous half hour, burst gai!y forth,
tingiug the white linen cuff with hue
as bright as Johns own celebrated ruby
cherries. But the brown eyes, apparently
SO absorbed in Browning, had seen this
by-play, and pulling a dainty handker-
chief from her pocket, La!la exclaimed
Let me bind this around your poor
hand, cousin John. l insist, for I am
somewhat interested in your recovery
You promised TO give me a ride in your
pretty new skiff, tomorrow evening, and
l have thought of lt-oh you canDot
imagine how often!"
Here the brown eyes cast shy upward
glance, and completed the reconciliation
" hlch the little fingers and handkerc hieS
had begun. Gained and controlled, the
great " six foot" John s:aikcd on by the
side of the gray hat and feather, and con-
soled himself for the continuation OF the
Browning dialogue by watching the play
of the slender boots in and out under the
gray Balmoral.
Lalla Winslow was the only daughter
of the village doctor. A warm-hearted,
bright disposition, petite, graceful per-
son, quick mind and sweet voice would
have made her a general favorite even
without those brown eyes which shed
such glory over the pensive face that a
a stranger would never dream of the mirth
concealed in the little, red mouth, until
the arching lips, cleaning teeth and merry
dimples showed his mistake; and the
brown eyes themselves, going over to the
enemy with long, twinkling lashes, put
his incredulity utterly to rout.
Yes-LaIla was belle 1t is true her
enemies said she was affected and senti-
mental and we confess that she did lisp.
kept a journal, and read the blue and gold
literature. Yet, for all this, such was the
blindness of the young men Of the VII
lage that they passed by the practical,
domestic young ladies, and rushed insaD e.
ly after our little, lisping Lalla Among
a crowd of admirers, cousin John had
generally stood foremost, and although
Lalla's flirting propensities had often sent
him fuming home to his broad farm lands
along the river, yet old, experienced gos-
sips always prophesied, " Mark my words
Mrs. Jones, they will make match yet
This very fair July, when our story is
told, had seen cousin John far In advance
OF his discouraged competitors, who, drop.
ing off, one by one, took up various 81
the practical damsels and tried to per-
suade them (and themselves at the same
time) that they bad never really admired