The Potter journal and news item. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1872-1874, 1873-02-21
COUDERSPORT, PA, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY p. 1873.

around with tossing head, and then
with peevish impatience exclaimed.
Il won't sit here. Why did you get
INTO this car! The chairs are not
half so comfortable as they are in the
other car" And my lady hounced
and bounced and pouted, and then
added, You are always so stupid!
You always get into the wrong cart"
Poor Harry replied in low tone.
feeling, | fear, very foolish. because
he knew that | heard, although
looked abstractedly out Of the win
dow, with an'air Of wondering wheth-
er DR.. Livingstone was still at Mimbz
or had advanced to Gnxji Indeed.
| assumed the most Central African
air possible, in order to relieve Har-
ry Of the awkwardness Of my pres
ence. Harry, ! say, mumbled some
thing deprecatory Of the wrath Of
Juno, and begged Lucy to be seated.
But she held her hands in her muff.
and tossed her head again, and per
formed the same tlomcings and boun-
cings until Harry suggested that he
was very sorry indeed. but that the
other ear was not going through, and
if she did not seat herself soon the
chairs would all be taken. Then the
bride Lucy flung herself sullenly into
one Of the chairs, and Harry seated
himself in the one beside her. Sud
denly she rose, and said, angrily,
I'm not going to ride backwards
and Harry, rising, begged her to take
his chair, which was next to mine.
while continued to explore equator
ial Africa out Of the window.
Altei q, long time Harry made some
remark, which his Iife's partner snap
ped at like Il vicious bird at a finger.
But nothing could rival his patience.
thought at first that he would clad
/ ly join Or. Livingstone, if he were
Onl Y sure that the doctor would nev-
er come back; but | soon saw that
he was simply refusing to believe
what was not pleasant. He spoke
very low, and ! could catch the dep
recating, soothing tone; but / pitied
him profoundly. Presently | returned
from Central Africa, and gazed
around the car and looked carefully
at Lucy. She was a well-dressed
young woman. with the face of a
spoiled beauty. But her cross. irri-
table temper was the hot sun that had
so soon dried the honey-dew from
her rnuptial bower. Harry would evi-
IDENTITY try to believe it still there.
Patient. soothing, thoughtful, he
would evidently insist to himself
that these freaks were but vapors Of
the morning. | am much older than
Harry, and | turned to that sulky
little Lucy and said, My dear, while
the dew stays upon roses and honey
sucIdes they are fresh and fair. They
do not withcr until that dries. And
the sweetest OF all dew is honey-dew.
Gentle lady, beware! Don't let it dry
away"
She looked at me for moment in
amazement, and then said, in a half
hysterical tone, to Harry, There
| told You ] didn't wish to sit here.
And here is a crazy mani"
Poor Harry! By-and-by he will
lay handkerchief over his head after
dinner, and Lucy will awaken him
to say that she wishes he would not
snore. Will you like that, Lucy?
VIII you wisheomctimes for the old
lover Of long @go? And before it
comes to the hard, cold tone in which
you disturb his snoring, will you
perhaps sometimes passionately say
"Once it was different. Once YOU
were devoted to me?" Then should
this letter chance to be seen by YOU
for Fred is very apt to drop his
correspondence!-will you not re-
feet upon the words of the crazy
man who sat next you in the car
going to Persepolis, and shield
theAhoney-dew new-fallen upon your
life from the whitening glare of a
peevish temper?
Your friend, Fred,
AN OLD BACHELOR.
Self-inpTOvement III City and
Country.
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