The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1866-10-23
.Father. where il Ishmael e

up in the morning"
''You should have made him stay to tea,
father" name Aunt Mary still called her
husband, though six little graves in the
churchyard were all that was left Of the
children she had borne him.
Il wanted him to stay, but he said he
had promised Madge to help her with her
lessons. Examination is coming on"
This was Monday Tuesday, Wednes-
day, and Thursday passed very pleasantly
to Nora. She explored the house and
grounds, and read her favorite poems. Fri
day she felt very lonesome, and if Ned had
been in Europe or some other country, she
would have SAID homesick. Ned and Elsie
we've passing their time in way very
agreeable to themselves, forgetting in their
selfishness all about Nora. On Saturday
she was IoneIier than ever, for Aunt Mary
was always busy in the kitchen on that
dayi
20, Aunt Nary, I'm so lonely"
"It's too bad, child. Suppose you put
on MY big sunbonuet aud carry this pie
and a little pail Of milk ont 10 the field to
your uncle"
Anything for a change, 50 Nora tied the
sunbouuet over her brown curls, and went
over the fields tc where the haymakers
Were turning over the fragrant hay. Among
the haymakers she noticed the young man
who had driven them over from the station
on the day of their arrival, He lifted his
rough straw hat with quiet grace that
surprised the city belle, and she said to
herself, waking homeward over the fields
.-"I never thought haymakers were so
picturesque looking"
That evening the young people sat or
the porch taking with Aunt Mary, when
Nora spied the handsome haymaker coming
up to the lawn.
~Good-eyening, Aunt Mary, good-eyen-
ing, ladies'"
"Gir.a, this is my nephew, Ishmael Brew
ster, my husbands brotherls son. Why
have You not been over lately, IshmaeI /!
Studying your eyes out, as usual l sup
pose 2
Meanwhile Nora was surveying him
from head to foot. This is the handsom-
est man l ever saw, in spite Of bis craft, "
was her mental comment and he Is my
couain-in. law, it seems"
As usual, Ned and Elsie wandered of
among the trees and by. and by Aunt
Mary went to supirintend the tea sleeping.
There was an awkward silence for a mo-
ment, and them Ishinael said =
You are reading Tennysou, Mss Nora"
Yes, Idyls Of the King You have
read it?"
Yes, again and again"
You admire TeDnyson, tben!'
II need scarcely to answer that question;
it would be hard to find any one who did
not. I Ike In Memorian' best, though;
that poem alone should have crowned him
Poet Laureate
1t seemed as if their mutual admiration
for Tenuyson broke down ali the barriers
Of couyeutional.ties, and till the tea bell
rang, their fagorite authors were discussed,
Their voices going pleasantly through the
window to where Aunt Mary was laying
the table IshnaeI stayed to tea, and
somehow, watching him waking over the
fields to bis home, Nora felt sorry to see
him 90
SaJbath morning dawred bright and
beautiful. The little village Of D. was
startled into open eyed wonder as our styI- /
ish New Workers sailed into the quiet little
church, Nora and Elsie in their "Ioyes of
bonnet<," and rich dresses, and Ned in his
long tailed coat and choker.
JShmacl Brewster sat in the pew before
,Aem, aud Nora flushed prettiIy at his
grave bow. Tie village youth and maid
ens heard little of Elder Aliens dis
course, they were too busy watching the
party from Deacon Simon Brewster's. And
Nora, too, heard little of it she was busy
watching Lsllnse's splendid face light up
as be followed the reverend speakers
words. IsLmael, with his whole soul bent
on the sormons saw nothing of this by-play
Even the beautiful face of Nora faded from
his memory as his mind took in the mighty
truths the minister was laying before the
people. /
A~D--~ it-4Io Will ho; Ao-- 1l''C', -Actt
said, as they met in the aisle after service.
4 cannot to-day, Edward. l will go
over tomorrow evening. ! never leave .
home on the Sabbath
Morals red lip curled, and she bowed
in passing, never thanking him
as he assisted her into the wagon. ]
Evening after evening Ishmael came to
the farmhouse. Sometime: Nora was in
the mood 10 cayil at him, but with all her
pride and haughliness, she did not dare to
look down upon this workingrnan, this
young New England farmer. In intel
lectual attaiuu1ents he was her peer, and
she knew it Ishmael Brewster was a man
OF great mental strength, noble and brave
as the hrayaSt He WAS the son of a moor