Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1866-06-30
CHOICE MISCELLANY.
DIM Pile.

DIMPLE.
She had golden hair, black eyes bru
nertc skin. and dimple in her chin.
think fell in love with the dimp!e.
wasn't anybody in particular then,
only q farmers lad with pair of strong
arms, and pIowing all day long 10 old man
Barton's field used TO see her come down
into Aunty Naples meadow joining it.
with just rail fence between, 10 milk the
cows. l didn't know her name, and felt
little shy about asking it for who, at
eighteen, likes TO be laughed at Aud |
called her, to myself. Dimple.
4 fused 10 soy when the sun began to dip
behind the Camels Hump, which either
purple or white, was always to be seen
from the 6eld on clear days, she'll be here
in half an hour. And there she always
was with her stool aud pail. calling TO the
cows by name. There were four Ct them
Suke and Short.t,orn and Dapple and
Crumme. One day Ciummie brought us
acqusinied. f4t o,r INV. .,t,, -,T.-.~ Do.
They had taken the beasts calf from
her. aod she was like wild thing about it;
and just a. milking hour that torment of a
boy, Nat Maple, hid himself behind the
bushes and made lowing sound. Crum-
m thought it was q calf, and when that
minute D'mple opened the gate she lower d
her horns snd made at her.
what with the surprise and the fright
together The girl stood quite still, turning
white as The lilies in the pond close by !;
the pail dropped cut of her hand and the
Stool new onywhore. and there she was,
woman like, giving herself up to her fate
without struggle.
There was man near ihongh. and Re
was over the fence with great oak stick
in a minute, and the. next moment Cum
mie was on one side of the gate and Dim
pie on the other. Brutes with four legs,
like brntes with two, are generally afraid
of those they know are not afraid Of them,
and II never entered Crummie's mind TO
toss me, fancy.
But there was Dimple In swoon and
be farm house three quarters Of mile
away. So could only fill my hat with
water from the pond and sprinkle her face
with il, aud lift her head rpon my arm and
hold it there, trembling TO think she might
have been frightened to death, until the
great black eyes opened again and the lips
parted and began to grow red again, and
she would stand up ell pale and trembling
| stesdied her with my arm for . minute
or 50, and then took the pals and wen.
into the meadow and did the milking for
her, and after, that / carried the full pals
home for her, for she was trembling still.
BY that earned smile and nod when
we met, and maybe, word over the fence
at milking times. for 10 the shadow Of
Camel.s Hump, one didn't care much just
then. about formal introductions.
Her name was not really Dimple, Of
course. 1t was Hetty Shaw but never
thought Of her by any name but the first,
and pretty soon | began to call her SO.
think she liked it. for what girl ever had a
pretty dimple in her cheek or chin without
knowing it. Mono that ever heard OF.
I'm sitting in o velvet chair just now 10
a room that cost goodness knows how
much to furnish. I've an account at the
bnnk. and shares in the Smashemfat Rail
way Company but I'd change it in min
ute if could, back 10 raw, awkward John
Jasper, perched on rail fence, with moth.
ing in bis pocket but a hole, talking to
Dimplc. milking her cows in Aunty Naples
meadows and many richer man than
would give you anything you could ask to
put him back into poorer place than that
if you'd only give him youth and the girl
he first loved into the bargain.
1t WAS the sort of thing to remember 10
dreams, that hCmely courtshp uuder the
blue sky of he,ven, with earth's clover
under our feet. Cut that bit out of my life,
abd it isn't worth much, to my thinking.
Yes, l was courting her. hadn't said,
Will you be my wife yet, in SO many
words, but words are not needed when
hearts know each other. Ihad looked aud
said enough, no doubt, and / went every.
where with her and had the air of propri
etorshp in her, which every man, high or
low. understands, aud took the liberty Of
finding fault with her gowus when l didn't
like them. and of telling her she looked
better In pink than in blue and she put
up with It. Just tho sursst sign in the
world that she liked me. -.
Nobody fonnd any fault with these things
that know OF hut Hal Maple, the widow
Naples son. 1t seems he had liked Dim
pie % well as man could like q woman.
aud. perhaps might have told her 30. II IL
hadn't been that be vas Almighty dreamy
sott Of Q chap. vtth & fonsiness for books,
be was studying for doctor, who let
time slip through his fingers without mark
ing u, and who never guessed 'Dimple had
lover until he met US face 10 face. her
hand in mine, in Green lane one Sunday
evening, silg oQs .o0 .ii sllrslb aa-.s. ~. ID. 4"
Dimple tried to get her fingers away,
bat held them tight, and q blue lightning
DANCED in Hal Manle's ewes. and his cheek