Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1866-11-22

not know OF any woman in the place who
will }" and fairly ran away.
John Morton followed her, only little
way however, for, coming to spot where
the path took turn, he spied her through
the bushes, sitting under great tree, laugh
ing IN the merriest manner The sight
turned his heart to stone
The heartless Jade" he muttered "and
for her | would have given up anything be-
side in the wide world. All woman are
alike, Rustic simplicity in pink calico diff
ters not whit form city airs and graces in
morire antique. Pll go home Miss Spice
may come or go, for all | care. Oh, Hetty
Hetty !"
With these last words on his lips, John
Morton made his way to Spice Villa mount
ed to his own room and proceeded at once
/ to pack his port manteau examining his
wardrobe in pell nell, and using no gentle
language towards the innocent garments
which swould bulge over and forbid the
fastening of the lock- Just as the packing
was completed there came sudden racket
in the garden, a sound of wheels and mer-
ry voices. And his attention attracted to
the window. There at the gate stood lit
tie carriage, from which descended a stout
old lady and "a stout old gentleman Mr..
and Mrs. Spice returned without doubt.
Five minutes more | would have been
clear of the house. However I'll not stay
long - and with this determination he de-
scended to the hall, Just in time to see Het-
ty rush into the old gentleman's arms with
the exclamation, Dear papa"
Out of them she came in a moment, turn
ing rosy red as she murmured
Oh, papa, quite forgot this is Mr..
Morton"
John Morton stood like one petrifiad. He
hardly heard the old gentleman's apology
Tor his absence, or the old lady's welcome
The truth which was slowly dawning up-
on him made HIM oblivious to all else He
stared at Hetty, whose mischievous face
was dImpllng and blu6hing in the most be-
wltchlng way And slowly his lips formed
two words-they were-Miss Spice I"
Eh !" said the old gentleman real
ly didn't understand you"
" The gentleman wants an introduction"
said Hetty. Please tell him that am
Miss Spice, your daughter"
Then she burst into a peal Of laughter
that made the old house ring, and brought
ON her head maternal repro9f for being
" so wild before stranger"
Poor John Morton believed himself a vic
tim of dream
But two hours after he had recovered his
senses, and sitting close by Hetty on the
porch in the moonlight whispered
"Hetty do you think Miss Spice will say
yes 2"
Hetty answered, a. think she will"
After awhile she said--the old ladv's alb
sence and the old genteman's nap favoring
whispers
" Never say | told you any stories |
told you | made myself generally useful,
and that they gave me my board and clothes
didn't 2"
"Yes.p
"Well, that is true"
"Ah !"
" SO you fancied me a servant of your
own accord, sir. How could help that ?"
Oh, Hetty, Hetty But one story-nay,
two-you have told. You said Miss Spice
was ugly and cross--I know she is pretty
and an angel"
Then there was a sound suspiciously like
a kiss, and there were but thre on the porch,
and Mr. Spice was snoring SO it could not
have been he.
One month after that there was a we'd
ding, and Mr.. John Morton was united to
Miss Spice and if all weddings where the
beginning OF years as happy as theirs have
been since then, is would be well for mar
ried folks the world wide over Though
Mrs. Morton is a little mischevous. and
tells story of gentleman she knew who
travelled miles to WOO and wed an heiress
and at the end fell in love with a girl in
mink calico