The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1866-04-10
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Spice, knowing that fortune is apt &
blind old eyes to many deficiencies, bu
there was a savoring of romance In hi
search for wife that pleased him after al
and be determined to enjoy it to the full
Consequently,on the following morning
be started, with his valise Nell packed
his dressing case fitted up In exquisite
style, and a secret determination to fir
with Miss Spice if she was in the least
attractive. As for any serious designs Of
wooing and wedding, nothing was farther
from John Morton's thoughts.
When the train had screamed and
whi>tled over the necessary number oi
miles, it stopped according to custom, al
the little depot of D., aud there
with others, the traveller alighted, amidst
whirl of country dust, betook himself
to that portion of the village wherein the
residence of the Spices must be located
were his directions right. a.
He found it, at last. A rather preten
tious mansion, built on rising ground
with stone steps leading to the garden
wherein a white fountain kept guard oveI
suudry geometrical beds ofAowerS. Every
thing about it was trim and neat, and de.
IIightfully cool.
To one of john Morton's rather indo
lent disposition the shady colonnade, anc
the rural seats under the great elms be-
hind the house, had wondrous charm
1t would be a glorious place to live in, be
thought; especially were one rich, and
able to forget all tormenting business de-
tails, and fortune making, and other bores
of the kind, and lounge all day with
book and a Havana under those trees. 81
wonder whether Miss Spice appreciates
her residence"
Ashe thought thus John Morton ccolly
sauntered, vaIise in hand, up the broad
gravel path, and raped in his own care.
les fashion at the door No one answered
the first time, second application only
brought out a white poodle with pink
ribbon at his neck, who barked with puny
fury at the stranger; but On third trial,
the door opened suddenly, and there stood
before him pretty girl in pink calico,
with white apron on, and her sleeves
pinned up, exhibiting the plumpest arms
in the word, with dimples at the wrists
and elbows. Iu one hand she held a
dusting brush in the other dust-pan and
keeping both tidily away from her dress,
she seemed to wait for his inquiry. 1t came
promptly:
ole Mr. SDioa In 7'
E'Dear me, no sir" replied the girl
THE family are all away-called very un-
expectedly to see sick relative, But
| beg parden-are you Mr.. Morton 2"
That's my name" said the young man.
"Oh, in that case, Mr.. Spice left word
that be was very sorry to 60, and that if
you came you would oblige him by stay
ing until his return. Martin the coach
man, could show you the horses, he said
and we were to make you comfortable.
"WIll you walk in, sir p
John Morton hesitated moment, and
then crossed the threshold The girl
pushed open the parlor door and ushered
him in.
John shall show you to your room" "
she said, "and [ will have lunch for you
when you come down, Mr.. Morton. People
generally fud an excellent appetite after
journey"
And away she ran humming a tune,
and leaving John Morton to remember
her smiles aud dimples and pleasant voice
''If Miss Spice is not very pretty girl
she must be jealous of this little creature
he said to himself What eyes and Snow
white teeth | wonder who she is p
An hour after, when fresh from his
toilet he took his place at the tempting
luDch table, he had chance to ask the
question:
Excuse me-" he said, as he took cup
Of tea from her hand, "bu: what shall
call you ?"
ooh, I am only Hctty," said the girl
Hetty 2"
Yes, sir. I don't call myself a ser.
want, for they don't pay me any wages
bat the cid gentleman and lady give me
my board and clothes, and [ make myself
generally useful. I'm quite one of the
family. Do help yourself, Mr.. Morton"
Thank you, Hetty," aud he took a
sandwich. In a moment he began again
"Mr. Spice has a daughter hasn't he Z
"Oh, yes, sir"
avery handsome, I've heard 2"
Handsome oh dear, no, not IN the
least handsome"
"Tastes differ, Hetty."
! 81 know it. But, really, Miss Spice is
l should say, quite plain. Won't you
have some more jam, sir 2"
| "Not any, thank you. presume MIS-
Spice. being SO amiabte, is considered
handsome on that account"
"Amiable Oh, mercy"
"Why, is she not, Hetty 7"
II shall not tell you, sir, said Hetty
L. koil noaincf Mis-