Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes Co., O. [Ohio]) 1870-1895, 1873-06-12

aWal." responded the farmer, after S
pause, II don't'zackly take your mean
: in. But ehasin' butterflies does seem
rayther looney occupation for a man
of his age, don't it 90 11- --asd tss'
"You don't understand" said Floyy,
indignantly. ats curious specimen"
."No,I don't understand" said the
farmer. "It's very keorious business
altogether -i -Hi
The dry tone in which he said this,
and the manner. in which he eyed them
both as he rose to his feet, nearly upset
Floy's gravity again. And, glancing
at John, she saw the corners OF, his
pale month, twitching suspiciously
too. -'
"Wsl, / reckon Iii try and find your
friends again" His tone said plainly,
II think you need friends to look after
YOU
20, there they are now" cried Floy,
springing to her feet "Harvey-dear
Harvey-how glad L am to see you, !,
Her voice broke in sobs. She was fair
ly overcome with her long excitement
and the sudden relief of my presence.
"Katy dear, don't you think John and
and. Eloy are growing quite good friends
now"
| "Well. 1 shouldn't wonder love, ,"said
Kate, with peculiar smile, rs, Ieanins
upon any shoulder, she, surveyed the
pretty scene below. ..s --.tFr
There in our rustic arbor, sat John
Durham,a slight pallor and a eumhrous
erntch the only token of his laee Illness.
By his side sat our pretty 7Floy, exam-
lining with him the huge portfolio s6retl
upon his knees, and attending with
child like interest TO. his enteftainingi
descriptions Of the specimens he un-
folded TO her view. is 1HU y.
"a pretty tableaa, John," said Kate =
"but there comes an Interruption, in the
shape of 3fr. Stokes5 Come Harvey
we III go down." 'i' a - ~.
'.Good morning Mr.. 'Stokes,'"e said 4
meeting him at the entrhnce of that ar
Dor; s.you find oiir patient pretty well
recovered, sir.'' 80 - -f'.l'
80, yes; shall soon be in condition
to iltnS the 'pesky millers' again John
returned, with q HUMOROUS glance at
Farmer Stokes. -. ...,'.... -
'Humph :'isaid that worthy, ,contemp-
tuousiy; sit does seem a pity. strong,
able-bodied young man like you can't
find a better business than that" 4
That's fact farmer Stokes" said l |
gravely. - '-..'
He won't git no sensible gal to tack !
el herself to him, in hurry--eh, Miss
Floy?" the old man went on. 5ss,a-
,s lin sure l don't know, sir, said Floy |
assuming an air OF supreme indiffer-
ence. -i-s F.;E-
-"Ef ever heaxes you, Miss Floy, you
bid him first quit this varmint business.
You can't make grasshOppers an sich |
serve for whites, as they did in John |
the Babtist's time. Tao
"a delicate way of putting the mat
farmer" said j, as Floy ,her cheeks like
bramble roses, vanished with Kate but.It
must inform you that this 'svarmint |
business as.yOu call it, is really quite
a profitable thing for our Young friend
here,
. ';But does it really pay?" asked the
farmer, staring. John, shaking with
followed Floy into the house,
while 1 strove, by my explanations. to
enlighten a little the farmers mind
But found it difflcnlt rs we'll as a
thankless task. al -.a. O.. "a
"No-no, SIR" he-interrupted me, tes-
tily; 81 don't see it dt ALL Beg pardon |
If I'm imperlite, sir; but it strikes me as
4 sort impostnre, sittin' lot of fools
to pay big sum for what they know al
ready. WHY I'll bet 1 know more
about bugs n he does Eff he'd find out
'tarminate 'em, ,now-some-
thin like Lyons powder for instances"
"I'll try toimpress it upon his mind,
farmer" said l., solemnly. r, a-..
;'Do, sir--do,D replied the old rAaurt
at really concerns me to
see smart young man like that throw
in away all his chances of usefulness"
Our story grows TOO hong. Three
years have passed since that ,eventfnl
during which time great chang
es have taken PLACE. Near the dear old
which Kate and inhabit stili1
has risen rustic cottage, oyergrown
with vines. There lives John Durham
and his pretty wife, who, with her little
Florence makes sunshine in
his heart and home. You see dear read
er, in spite of Farmer Stokes 'Predidsion
John Durham did succeed in capulringd
our Floy, the prettiest little batterfly t,
that ever fluttered across a mortal's
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