Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1867-11-21

some Importance, and forthwith sci
about making herself very agreeable,
and with good effect, for she soon
had the satisfaction of seeing him
devote an hour that had hitherto
been given to the seclusien of his
room, to her.
Nellie for awhile felt inclined to
laugh on the sly, at what she sup
posed to be an assumption Of digni-
ty, but unconsciously to herself she
grew deeply interested in him as their
acquaintance progressed. and she
found that it was not assLmed-that
he was educated-almost ready
for college, he told her incidentally
one evening. Seeing her look of
surprise, he said:
"You think me n vain dreamer,
Miss Moore, but am not, as you
shall see. Then he told her a story
of wrong and suffering, and struggle,
such as she had never heard-tOld
her how, by his own unaided eXer-
tions he had climbed over almost in
surmountable Instructions so far up
the hill of life, and that he was yet
far enough from the mark he had set
She did not ask him what that was;
did not enquire as in his plans to the
future, she was thinking what a
grand, noble, heroic life such a one
must be, drawing mental comparison
between it and some others she knew,
and that night when she received a
letter from Leon Howard, rendering
her his heart, hand, and ten thousand
a year, she sat down and wrote de
cided refusal, without reference to
papa" Nellie had learned good
lesson; her views oflife had enlarged;
she was beginning to think that her
own had been miserably poor, weak
and useless; albeit she had always
been accounted a worthy young lady,
dutiful daughter-but to think what
she might have been with her oppor-
tunities. And Leon Howard, whom
she had considered so nearly perfect.
who waltzed and sung so diyinely-
faugh. "a jeweled mass of millin-
cry" was all the term she now found
fit for him. She took up his dainty
letter, smelling of musk and inso-
lence, and read it again with a con-
temptous curl of the lip-"Marry
him; no, she would never marry"
She would live life that would put
to shame all her past vanities-livc q
life to be proud of-do some thing
good and great, she hardly knew
what.
Yes, Nellie had learned q good
lesson; Paul meant she should. Be
meath the crust of conventionality
and pampered vanity presented to
his gaze, he saw, the possibility Of q
grand woman; underneath the CO.
quettish light of that brown eye he
discerned deep unwakened fire, that
might he kindled into an earnest
flame to light and warm noble deeds,
and he resolved that his should be
the influence that should develope q
perfect woman, nobly planned
from the giddy young city belle. who
had never had half a dozen thoughts
on graver subjects than a ball room
or opera"
Nellie was progressing wonder
fully liz the good graces ofaunt Nan
cy; she had churhed ever so many
times, and believed she should make
cheese, so she wrote to her mother;
and her cheeks were as red as any
farmers daughters and her hands as
brown as an oak leaf in autumn.
"When was she coming homer"
Not until all the nuts and apples
were gathered" she answered. She
could not bear to think of the hot
city, with its filth and sin and shame;
its Haunting misery and guided vice
She thought she could never be con-
tented to stay there again, since she
had learned how pure and unccrrupt-
ed the country was.
October with her hair afama,
Flushed brow and purple finger tips,
Across the southern orchard came,
And touched The apple with her lips"