Smyrna times., 1871-05-03
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CHAPTER
Freder.ck the Grent.

Frederick the Great
And you really think him, hem-that is
handsome! -
did :" ' '0'i''''S 'p'o"-
And Margaret Cunningham, our village beI.
e, held up the picture handed her, aud re-
garded 1t critically with halt closed ewes
Margaret proieSscd to be Jealous of handsome
let her
" | think shall like him." she continued
thOughtiully.
laughed was slightly jealous.
1t takes two to make bargain | said
with tinge of bitterness.
Sre smiled with the utmost good nature.
Every one likes M, she said. composed
ly.- OF course Mr.. Evelyn will. "
regarded her with sneer. felt like box.
ing her cars.
Are you going to firt with him?" de-
manded.
She opened her large, sentimental eyes and
looked at me in lazy amusement
suppose sc" she answered. "Wby
not? That is all men are fit Tor
"Oh!"
lou don't agree with me? No? But
you have not seen the world When you have
travelled through Europe and been to Long
Branch, or Cape May, or Saratoga. or New.
port for half-dozen seasons, then you will
know that am right.
| Ah!'
And | again felt like boxing her ears. There
was something so submely self satisfied about
! everything she did, and she seemed to look
/ upon me as such a child, whereas | was girl
almost as old as she was but then-thauk
heaven II was very different from her. She
was doll baby; | was young Amazon, who
tramped over the country in hobnailed boots
and adOred Nature, while Margaret lived for
nothing but Art.
put Mr.. Evelyn's picture back on the table
wThlShing had not shown it to my visitor
She seemed, as usual. in state of complete
sell possession and good humor
When is he coming?" she demanded.
"WhO?'
Mr.. Evelyn, of course !"
expect him every day
oh" Then, after moment. "Yor
have never seen him, have you?"
"No-not for years. -
Why does he come to this stupid village p
" Margaret
There you know it is stupid, so why dy
into passion Answer my question: Wha
brings him here?"
= A d!sire to taste the sweets OF country ali
and sec his relations, suppose"
She laughed languidly, and surveyed herse
aunt's little, old fashioned parlor.
" You are an odd girl, Molly" she said GO
protest don't understand you, sometimes"
l smiled grimly.
" Indeed !! / said.
" Yes; you are not fond Of"
Filtration 7"
Well, yes! Or"
" DressiHg?'
We'll !-Or-'
| A Hn, Q
She stopped the coolly.
That will do! !" she said, tapping me OF
the arm with her parasoI q" You are in bad hu
NOR to day Farewell An platstrl Whel
Mr.. Evelyn comes bring him TO see me-"
Good by J. was all [ said and she depart
ed with shrug of her shoulders and anothe
glance at the gla,:s.
For three weeks my aunt and myself had ex
pectsd him the graceess thingl We hu
been cOnsoled with repeated assurance of hi
speedy coming, ior his continued absence. a
y last waxed rebelliOus, and delivered myse
;, IN tins wise to my aunt, one night, at the SUI
o per table
It's all very well for him to fish here an
hunt there with a set of college boys, and dc
lay visiting the aunt who brought him up an
cousin who-wants to firt with him, wa
> going to add, but checked myself, and went O
HI ",' "". S"inS to enuure III any lOT
ger. shall wait just one stage more; and
ne does not come to night, l. shall give him u
forever, and make my way up among til
) Green Mountains, where can at least find 1
much hunting and fishing az he, and plenty {
= gOod-looking cavaliers to enjoy it with m,
~ There, nOw-my mind is made up -
=, My aunt laughed good-naturedly, as she a
'e ways does at my pettish saies, and did NJ
seem at all alarmed about my threatened al
= sence. Stage time came, and with it no Ere
Evelyn. waited just five minutes, and thel
growing indignant, spent the evening and IL
night at the house of friend in the village.
Y | walked sedately home next morning, b,
= the beauty of the sunrise tempted me on I'M
= the /" forest road" and whistling 10 NV tu