Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1871-05-04

! stead OF water, and We conVerSed with
eligible young manhood while SO do
! ing TilestOn rIles and regulations
became dim and beautifully less" as
We tasted, talked and looked through
! the long windows upon the lawn, with
its bed of ''pied petunias, the low
| shurbs further on, and the river flash
ing through the leaves at the foot of
! the mountain. I sat between Aunt
Ida's four year-old Jimmy and Mr..
Dick Halsey., and I made friends with
! the young man, Cthe very young one),
| by promising him a story after supper.
! It was rash promise; we all MAKE
| them occasionally.
Aunt Ida proceeded to draw US out;
not difficult task, as we were inclined
to effervesce after long repression.
''You live in New York, Miss Das
combe, so Fannie tells me. Youmust
find our quiet country very stupid
..Oh! think the country perfectly
charming" answered LOttie, in lively
| enthusiasm. 81 am sure l shall. scarce-
y7be yeentent among -dipgy, brown
| Stone fronts again. This is Just my
idea of a house. Do look at that ex-
quis te sunset. Was ever any thing
more enchanting 90
Mr.. William Houghton smiled as
this speech was concluded-a mean,
little, sarcastic smile from my angle of
vision. To be sure, Lottie was rather
supeFlatiye in her expressions, but she
was dear, warm hearted girl, and a
fine student, much stronger in charac !.
ter than her stylish appearance would
at first lead one to believe.
''You, too, must enjoy salt sea -breezes
in your Connecticut home," continued
our hostess, turning to me- Il have
famished for them this summer, but
Mr.. Wasson abominates dust and trav-
cling, and thinks our going for fresh
air sort of carrying Goals to New
castle !! - at which the good, homely
face at the other end of the table beam
ed good-nat-:redly and interrupted;
Your appearance indicates famine,
wife. What da you think, William, of
that sort of pining away p? Let me see :;
the little. woman weighed abou outnnety,
seven years ago, and now it's one hun
dred and sixty odd
"Hush, George, you are so fearfully
matter of fact"
And We all laughed at Aunt Ida's
dimpIes, and 1 was rid of answering 9
her question, and Mr.. Houghton was
1 81 ared the necessity Of further mental
comments.
After tea, we strayed out to the YER
anda. MIR. Halsey took chair beside
Lottie, and they were soon absorbed in
| the comparison o operate notes,
memories Of the debut OF Signora
ScreamiDa, and a discussion of the
merits Of fifty, or less, other prime
donnas. The young man was cast in
an exquisite mold, which was not no
ticeable at first, because ones eyes nat
urally took prior cognizance of the
, finely developed head and mature face,
for a mature face it certainly was, with
it's prominent forehead, over which
the fair, wavy hair fell sparsely, and
eyes in which traces of suffering were
forever impressed.
But the mouth had no firm lines Mr.
Dick Halsey smiled easily, as if he had
learned the fact, which l noticed as l
watched him mingling French phrases
in his musical talk, that smiles were
becoming to him; and his small teeth,
absolutely perfect in form and white
ness; his light silken moustache and
side whiekers; his remark ably small
ears, hands and feet, gave one a subtle
impression, even while unconscious OF
the cause, that Nature had fashioned
him after a Society model AS | after
wa: found, he was not a fop, he was
not an intriguer, he was not even pro
fessedlY aristocratic in his maxims
and politics; but his adaptation to the
most infuentiaI clement surrounding
him, was as inevitable as that of the
insects who take the color of the
) plants upon which they live. What is
, this but to be popular? and what is
popularity in such case but the mark
of Society stamped upon the lamt
q. which she rightfully owns?
''You should have heard the Signo
? ra, as did, Miss Dascombe,' he sale
presently. 1--WE were at Interlachen
!; it was glorious summers night, like
this, ana she was taking little tour
through Switzerland, and stopped there
at the same time. Her room was no
far from mine, and by the open win
1 dow she sat and sang:
. F''Stars of the summer night
J., Far in yon azure deeps.
e Hide, sbe f1ee5sy.2,5 hids your golden lighti
t From Longfellow's Spanish Stu
e dent. 1t was like the voice of an an
y gel!''
:, "How heavenly" responded Lottte
! rapturously, who had special weak
e ness with regard to foreign associa
s tions.
''And speaking of Longfellow," sal,
IL Mr.. Dick, laughing lightly; 1.-The morn
$ ing after, Miss Viola Ville who join
II ed our party
II ''The authoress of Violet Leaves p
interrupted Lottie.
Ut eyes, the same; delightful youn
o lady she is, too. 1t vas a lovely j TN
d morning, and we took a volumn c
d Hyperion and made pilgrimage t
IS the Berg Unspurnen, and read PAT
If Fleming's proposal to Mary Ashburr
taking the attitudes Of the parties. ]
le was pretty bit of acting"
ID ''And charmingly romantic" chin
u ed in Lottie "Did you visit Rome !?
5, Rather hurriedly, and brought ava
e, portion of st. Peters toe, as Texa
Id faeetiously called a piece of the ror
lie by which we climed to the top of til
a magnificent old church. But the fur
niest adventure Of the whole tour wa
ed at
''Tell me the story now" sang OF
to Jimmy, in shrill, authoritative voic
oy emerging from the hall; ''tell me
tie story out of your mouf!' which a