Rapides gazette. (Alexandria, La.) 1869-187?, 1873-08-30
THE WEDDING AT DULUTH.
BY JOHN EsTEN COOKE.

have been at Duluth for month,
now, watching the movements Of little
feminine humming. bird. Her name is
Fanny. She has been the pet of her old
bachelor cousin ever since she tottered
about, and said "tuZZen" when she ad-
dressed me and the very first person who
ran to meet me when walked up from
the old wharf on the river through the
elm-skirted avenue to Duluth, was my
young humming-bird, now seventeen.
She hastenei on before everybody in the
beautiful summer evening, and when the
hmily had greeted me, took quiet posses
don of me drawing cricket to my side
On the old shaded pOrtico, and leaning her
head with its bright auburn curls against
nv shoulder, intent, she declared upon
"a good talk" She was really fascinat-
ing at that moment, with the crimson OF
sunset lighting up her red cheeks, and
lips all smiles; and Duluth and all was
bright with home and welcome.
soon found that Fanny was, or ap-
peared to be, amusing herself with two
young friends of hers of the opposite sex;
and have varied my tranquil perusal OF
Montaigne and other favorites, on an old
"rustic seat" in the shade of an ash on
the lawn, by musing upon the little COM
edy see playing before nae. like such
diversions. for am little-a very little
alone In the world. am not unhappy ;
for if life is not all roses, smiles, and sun
shine. neither Is it all gloom and vanity
and vexation of spirit in my eyes. keep
my sympathies too fresh for that, and
take too much interest in the happiness o1
those Hove. GEsNS 81 z
lam putting down my notes from day
to day. Fanny has negatived the Mon
taigne and rustic-seat programme almost
completely. What little witch she is
She is certainly beauty, and constantly
suggests a resemblance to rosebud. Hel
cheeks are red, her lips are red-tht
very little ears, peeping out from
her ringlets, are rosy. Sht
has very large blue, eyes, bright a
one moment and then as soft as veivet
And she is all the time laughing, teasing
Mem. her feet are small, clad in morocco
slippers with large pink rosettes, and Sc
cured by black bands crossed over the in
step, Her name is not Fanny Warren
and she is not the daughter Of my goot
cousin Henry Warren, proprietor Of "Du
luth." She is Fanny Kincade, connec
ton, and is on long visit.
Fanny came out to my seat this morn
ing, and evidently designed conversation
So closed my book, smiled. made room
for her, and said:
swell, my child, what have you don
With Mr.. Middleton"
Mr.. Thomas Middleton being an elegan
Young gentleman from the city OF b
Who has now been two or three weeks
Dulnth endeavoring to capture ou
l'te bird, whom he met in town durln
ne winter.
Fanny's reply to my question was VI
nci0us, but not to the point.
You are just the same ridiculous, az
surd darling old thing that you Away
were," said the maiden, "and do believ
you are growing baldr
What in the world has that to d
with-n
"You are growing old and smart !" ez
claimed Fanny. "All bald people ar
smart. But, oh! how glad am to Sc
you! Now, give me an account of you
self, you dear old eousin-ten me every
thing; tell me"
No. thank you, madam" 1 r
sponded, 81 prefer hearing first all abo'
yourself. But, no; you are growing "
ana VIII not confide in me as you d
Growing up2 | am not growing I
confide?'
Your love affairs, of course.n
Fanny shook her head,