The weekly Shasta courier., 1873-05-31

awful hts, tumble right on n0Or, DO. feel
lonesome kind'r afterwards, want get away
in dark. Fits scare girls, you know; teach
er say, Judy good girl, but better come
nuther time l had when get better. So
stay home and come see you He! he! !"
and Judy's velvet mantle fringe tangled in
her convulsive giee at the very thought Of
seeing him.
Poor Jorgensen! Never in all his life
before had he Jeen characterized as partic-
ularly "good ~; he was frequently called
savage. opinionated sarcastic, and an infidel;
only in the calender of an idiot could he
have been canonized. The truth was, he
swore by all the heather gods, whenever
he heard Judy numbering up the staircase,
her natural gait being not unlike her men,
tai but she adored him just the same. He
had often sent Kinks out to her with as
many as ten different--well, what the vulgar
term "whoppers" He was out. She
would stay until he came in. He was sick.
Let her come and sit by him. You see
Judy was baby in all questions of propri-
ETY. He had limited his apprehension of
fits, and she suggested that he could get
used TO them, as they had at home. Why
could she not have been fond of Kinks
She did like him, as she would have taken
kindly to a wild hyena, had such beast
been of this household but Jorgensen, and
Jorgersen alone, was the object of her idol
airy, and see him she would. This day he
gave her Natural History full of gay pict-
ures, and went back to his seat he had got
ten so he could go on with work or study,
only now and then waking up to the fact
that she was communicating such items as
this: " want to 90 to dancing school. l
not bit like other girls, other girls don't in
vite Judy parties; they don't. Ma says
other girls don't have had parties when 1
cry bout it and Pa says, hang those 9th
err girls they shan't come my house again,
eat my big supper and not invite my judy
and ma says, Judy fool, she u.s. Pa gives
me dollar buy chocolate drops says | not
fool quite-all. o dear! I so lonesome, l
like come see you"
bestow weakly smile upon Judy ; her face
would grow radiant; the ''other girls "
would be forgotten, and he could have few
moments silence. Then into his philosophic
musings would come the plaintive drone
again:
Got have new silk dress made to-mor-
row; hate to so. Ma say squeeze Judy up
tight, great big wasted thing, not spec style.
My green popin hurt awful, my ribs, you
know, Profser."
With dim recolections of physiology
struggling through his philosophy, Jorgen-
sen would respond, Tight dressing is inju
rious."
Why-what saya"
"Don't let them pinch your ribs"
40, yes; don't like it either" and Judy
would giggle with delight, to find such har-
mony of sentiment between them.
To-day, she was busy with the pictures;
the Professor turned his face to the window.
Above Mrs. Wagnor's croquet tents the
sky was all adrift with clouds of wonderful
form and loveliness the trees waving over
her gothic hencoops were perfect in sym
metry, beautiful in every detail of leaf and
twig. Who made them excellent, and fin
ished and flung this creature into the uni
verse to eat and drink, to giggle and have
fits to add nothing to the life around her,
to get nothing out of the living of others
The reason for Jud y-the end to be accom-
pIished by her--what was it? He gave it
up as usual, and wished she would go home
Did not her mother want her?
mo; mother gone city have complexion
enameled. Don't tell. Profser, mother say,
Judy, box your ears well if you ever tell
never do tell, don't. | say the other day,
Pa, | 90 ask Profser Jorgensen teach me
read and write that is what came to-day
for So nice be, wouldn't it? Mother
won't and pa busy all day, and Judy can't
go to school, you knaw, cos have fits all
over girls. Scare 'um drfd" and Judy pro-
nounced this last with the emphasis usually
lent to things when no personal interest is
attached.
At this crisis Kinks returned, the profess
sor went out for something, and did not
come back That night he gave Kinks
strict charge never to let Judy even as far
as the staircase again. AS an enigma he
gave her up; socially considered, she was
an incubus; furthermore, in his secret soul,
he feared her persstency. Who knows,
whether instead of writing his treatise upon
the All diffused Nebulous Mist" he might
not be made to pour the alphabet through
that sieve which Judy was pleased to call
her mind" with the added consideration of
" fits all over" him. Kinks was faithful to
his trust For one week he guarded his
master both by strength and stratagem,
Judy all the time trying to battle him, with
a cunning he did not think she possessed.
One day, wearied beyond measure, Kinks
blurted out the truth. You hanDoy i'm
you Il ruin is 'ealth; you come too hoften."
TOO often!" She stopped suddenly in
what threatened to be a bombardmeDt.
" Don't he like me? like him so much
like see all the time, Judy would. Don't
he like me?" Her voice was an actual
wall; the heavy face more griefful than
Kinks could abide.
40, he likes you Extraordinarily, Miss
Honly he's SO hengaged, Miss, that eeny-
most hanything deestracts i'm
Judy picked up her lace-covered parasol,
went home without murmur. 1t was her
first intimation that the Professors affection
was not equal to her own. She used after
that to set in one of the red, white and
and forth before the window. She never
after crossed his threshold. Not that she
was angry or wounded-if he would rather
be worshlpped in this way, his will was her
pleasure. TO love to lore rather than to
be loved is characteristic of idiots--may be
of angels.
During the rest of the summer sort of
free masonry obtained between Judy aud
Kinks Not having treatises to write, he !
essayed to teach her; so they meandered
in unison half through the "ChiId's First |
Reader their course not once interrupted |
by bit. Then Kinks, who treasured up all |
Theological formulas that Jorgensen reject |
ed, endeavored to elevate her spiritually as
well as intellectually. He got into the hab-