The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1872-09-30


cidentslly mentioned the idea looked
upon me as a milder edition of King
Tlerod. know I'd like 1t myself II | was
q baby.
What has all this got to do with the
Dolly Yardeni Walt and see, ! am
coming to 1t as last rs the Hudson River
express train will take me.
Wasn't 1t grand when we arrived at the
Cedar Glen station, lonely little Gothic
watch tower among the woods, with pur.
pie mists hanging over the distant hills,
and the noise of hidden cascade some
where near by, making one feel cool in
spite of the state Of the thermometer
Wasn't It glorious to feel the close yelvety
turf under our feet, and to breathe in the
hay scented oxygen that freighted the
atmosphere like, wine could have
tossed my hat in the air and huzzaed like
school boy for very lightness of heart as
| stood there on the platform in the pink
glow of the sunset, with the train thnnd-
ering away through deep gorge Of rocks
and nyselts so to speak, isolated from Wall
Street aud thrice heated stone payetnents
for three days at least.
There was the usual crowd rouaIl the
station: huge numbering stage coach
with "Glen Housen painted in staring
yellow letters on tho panels Of the door,
and three airy light Ouggies and wagon
ettos, with satin skinned horses Shhmping
their foam flecked bits, and silver plated
harness flashing back the level evening
sunshine; girls in floating muslins and
white Swiss hats, and young men In linen
suits and Panamas young matrons with
broods of children swarming about them,
and ladies of a certain age, who had evi.
IDENTIFY come down because they had
nothing else to do.
| looked carelessly around, as1 lighted
my cigar, with the eye Of one who views
the world from totally nsthetic point ol
view, but the next instant my gaze was
arrested by-a Dolly Warden.
The identical Dolly vardenl | would
have known It among acres OI dry.gobds,
miles qr calico, with It's blue and pink
mornlng.slories, and the impossible hum.
miug.biris among the great green leaves.
And there It was, the centre OF q group oil
much.bemnipred white and pink and azure
muslins, with an Alpine parasol over its
head, and many.filled buff foulard skirt
below, looped up to give the slender feet
and ankle more play for walking.
You sec haven't been shopping for
nothing, Tor don't believe the most nc
cOmplishcd fashion editres in Christcndom
could Hput in" the above technical terms
in neatcr stylc.)
"It's Milly," Quoth !, to my-own per.
sonality-" Milly herself. She's contriyed
to miss me; and now IOr a lark"
Stopping only to ignite the cigar and
give 1t a good bluc.wreathed start, ! strobe
forward, and moving as noiselcssly as u
the soft grass under my feet was Of velvet,
was at the side Of tue Dolly Warden In an
instant, with my arms round its morning
glOried, humming. waist.
"Boo ~ cried ], in stentOrian accents,
lifting the slight figure of It's feet US one
would lit child, and rubbing my mus.
tache, according to the most approved
fashion OF brotherly greeting, across pair
ofrvse.lcai lips.
There was a slight Scream-a struggle
the Dolly Warden slid out Of my clasp,
crying out:
HWhat Is the meaning Of this insult,
Sir? How dare you7"
And then, to my ineiIablc, unspcakable,
indescribablo dlsmay, 1 perceived that the
ttcacherOus blossoms OF the Dolly Warden
had led me into a fearful blundGr. For 1t
wasn't Milly, after all
Not Milly, nor anything In Alilly's sem.
blsnce, but a beautiful shady-eyed girl oil
seventeen or thereabouts, with chestnut
brown hair brushed away from forehead
rs smooth and white as calla lily Leaf,
lips like scarlet sea.coral, and throat as
slender and stately as Diana's ownl
"lIow dare you, Sirp reiterated this
indignant nymph, the shady eyes sparkling,
the cheeks dyed rose red. us this the
conduct of a gentlemanP'
mI-I beg your PARDON" / stammercd,
feeling as Il my blood was turned TO fire,
and as iimy nerves were pins and needles
'"l didn't inean-tlat is, l thought 1t was
my sister It's all the Dolly Warden, up
on my word and honorl"
tiles crazy, delrln whispered one Of
her companions, in n distinctly audible
s0,to roce. "Let's call somebody Lets
ran away! Where's AIilly7 Where's
the station.mastcr2 Itmust bcnnescapel
lunaticl Oh dear! oil dearl where eau
the keeper have gotten tol We must
keep close together Ariel, because"
%Aria?n This, then, was the fair
Southern lciress in whose eyes my too
sanguine sister had expected me to shine
The name was not so common as to be
readily duplicated. A pretty beginning
this7 ~.
aIadics !' / cried, dcprccatihsly, sin
the pame OF Dolly Warden, T'H you listen
to mc1'' .. .. .,
Ticrcr saspcd the last speaker, / !
told youhe was crazy! Oh, do let's run"
"Ladies," began, q second time, grasp
ing my yalise as Il It was a shield; but
my intended Grafton was cut short by my
sister Nilly's plump arms around my
neck.
ats Joel'' she cried. "Ahd l not
here to meet you'll / told them how II
would be, when they insisted on going
around by the way Of the enchanted wCllF'
Instead Of returning my sisters greet.
Ing, held her OF at arns-length, greatly
to her ast7niShmcnt, and surveyed her
with deliberate gaze.
ayes, there they were. Blue and link
morning. .elories-tho leaves Of green, and
the humming. birds peOping out here Ind
there and every where
81 knew itr said ], eolnposedly.
3Didn't / say itvas all the Dolly Vatdch's
iault y