The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1866-01-23
'.How does be spenl the time z was

ushlu1 lOE iiOut over Al Nidi IioS- poDo
and then he enjoys G1nuing so very
much. suppose his tender heart pre-
vents him fio.n hitting what he aims at
but he is famous for killing time
'.What does he look like ?" went on the
oursuer after knowledge.
cd in The middle also lie is the happ,
owner of moustache, with waxea ends.
that stick menacingly outward like quill>|
of tie fretful porcupine." volunteered
Lottie, with emphasis and dellberation,
and wicked twinkle in her hazel eyes
! La, how aggravating you are only
nope her round somewhere listening to
you r said Seraphina.
Nonsense y was uttered indiferently
"He's gone fishing. | saw him start
! ing off an hour ago, with his basket and
pole long enough 10 reach across the pond
rwice over, rubber boots, an umbrella, and
an oil-skiu mackiutosh over bis arm "
"Hc must he stylish" put forth Sera
phina, with contentcd sigh.
"Oh, very He wears three seal rings
each one like plaster in size
"Oh, ,dear,I didn't know | was SO tired"
>aid Seraphina tanning herself with her
apology for handkerchief 81 don't be-
Ieve | could get home if l tried. don't
care if l do take off my things a little
while aud get rested first"
As she rose to follow Lothe into the
house she noticed for the first time the
greyhound at her side.
Ugh p drawing back little. "What
great brute. How can you bear him so
near you p
"Near me ~ exclaimed Lottie, putting
both arms around Steel's neck, and hug
ging him desperately. "You dear old
splendid! don't love you though 2" Steel
responded to this outbnrst by thrasting
his great rough tongue into her face, and
rolling his soft intelligent eyes wistfully
at her, as though longing to answer in
words.
"He loves me better than he does his
own master already" asserted Lottie, tri-
umphantly.
"Oh, he isn't yours then ?"
"No; Mr.. Ayers
Seraphina knew that was the city boarder
though his name hadn't been mentioned
that afternoon.
"Mercy" said she, "do you hug. his
dog like that when he's round? Love
me, love my dog" you know He'd be
sure to think of that"
81 love his dog because of him, ch
Well if he did he'd very soon 6ud out his
mistake, that's ALL said Lottie, sauciIy.
"Of cource I don't expect yeu to tell
the truth about 1t minced Seraphioa,
affeetefly.
"Fiddlesticks !" Lottie stood still with
a heightened color. aud then, turning off
her momentary irritation with laugh.
added, "Well. have it your own way, aud
remeniber if ever such an extraordinary
thing should come TO pass, you'd have to
read the quotation this #ay-"Lovc my
dog, love me" dpggie frst, you may be
sure of that aud the light laughing tones
died away as the two passed into.hc house
"Whew y came j soft whistle from the
opposite side of the syringa bushes. Con,
of the voice raised himself up from the
grass into sitting posture. and rubbed
his ewes as trying TO awaken from dream
"Love my dog, love me- is ity 'Dogsie
frst'-it isn't human nature to stand that
Cad ! | don't know how, though, | should
object to such hug as she gave him, even
if il was second handed. Seal rings like
plasters, she said,' surveying his out
stretched digits. The little clipper, she
raked me fore and aft without mercy
Smoking, fishing, cunning, dressing, yes
even this, twirliug he ends of his much
abused and dearly priced moustache, ,.fshe
dared TO compare to qurlls of poreupine
[ think that's what it was she said The
mink hang me ifshe shan't eat her words /
before the summer out y aud the various
appurtenadces Of the piscatory art that
lay strewu about him were gathered to-
getEer in a rather excited manner He,
hadn't caught any fish, bat he had bite. !
The fact was Mr.. Frank Ayers had fallen
asleep under the sgringas, aud, awakeued
by the voices of two young ladies Oh the
opposite, side and stupified alike by the
tenor of the conversation and his own
sudden awakening, had overheard all.
Seraphina stayed to supper. and as long
after as she possibly could. But contrary
TO her fond expectations, no conquering
hero arrived. and fually she departed for
home, where she arrived in high dudgeon
and with Gew-bespangled skirts, which as
she found to her cost the next day, over
the wash tub, sounded better when read
10 poetry, than when fingered to the ac-
compartment of the scrubbing board.
"Father." at last says Mrs. Ser.e. lit
tie worried as the twilight settled dowu,
"hadn't you better jest take look round