Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1873-04-23
A Novel Spoiled.
From Scribner, for May.

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From Sc-bner, for Nav.
The heroine was not beautiful, to
begin with. not queenly, nor in any
wise remarkable. She was just u
plump, winscme lltt.e maiden, and
ste stood ut the garden, that mnonlit
Sunday evening, with an air the very
reverse of stateiiness aud cOnposure,
pulling leaves from the rose-bush
near by with ncrvoms, iluttering fin
gers that did not even know when
the thorns pricked them. Outside
hronZed and bearded, and low voice
utlering words half pleading, halfre-
sentful. There was q moments
pause, then the voice questioned, with
a dash of bitterness
"Shall l go, Magg;e:"
''Just as YOU please, Mr.. Cliilord;"
whereupon the Qucstioner turned
suddenly about and strobe rapidly
down the country road, crushing the
giittcrins sand under his feet while
Maggie sped into the house, up to her
room, and bolted her door rs ii;iiraid
of being pursued. She reeped through
a window, from behind the curtain.
until the lonely pedestrian on the
quiet road had vanished fro,n sight;
then III. assured herself tia. IF Tom
chose 10 act so-so-she didn't care!'
and proved her utter Indifference by
buryiug her face in her pillow with n
burst of sobs, and entire forgctful-
ness of the pai:sies in her pretty hat.
They had quarrclled about nothing,
slta NJ t,.,. | l..,f
it began h,-bui, of course, it was
all over between them now, and he
would go away as he had said. She
wondered, as she lay with her flushed
fearful face toward ihe stars, how ii
would seem to die that night, and 20
away from it all. Wouldn't some
body be soiry then? She almost
wished she could do it,-mot quite,
because one doesn't like to stop in
the middle ola story. even if it is
ones own; and, beside, what good
would his reni"rsc do her if e!ic nUv.
er could know anything about it:
Tom. on his iiomcwaud walk dis.
corrscd i,lriously To lliusclfGIlum til,
iicS icucss and pervcrsi;y ui all wo,
mankind. "Not one Of the .who!,
race worth breaking il fellows Heart
for" lie remarked savagcly, tltoug!
with Il queer little CULVER about his
lips the while. One thing was GER
tam, he would not stay inopin9 there
The world was wide, and there wa:
nothing now to hold HIN back. lit
would resign his place i'll the villa!,
store, and join the party for Arizona
Yes, he would take the first morniu.
train for the city. and tel, Golfer Ii,
would 20; there was.tortuualelv tim,
enough, for that ye', and if it lcf
brict space for preparation, so much
the better. lie should rot wat 70
people to change their opinion. IA,
thought, tancyiIg that by s.peoplc'
he meant Miss Maggie. but, in reality
lcarin. more Il fiitcrinS ofpurposc i,
nearer party.
Let the Sunday night be what |,
may, Monday morning follows it al
the same. Maggie was glad that il
was Monday morning, since it lcf
her at liberty to sit with her SEWN.
in quiet corner by window, un.
questioned and undisturbed, whilt
busy Aunt Polly, who would allow
no inexperienced fingers to informed.
die in her washing, anu lame Aunt
Becky,who always would stay where
Polly was. were i'll the Kitchen ad
joining. No ordinary kitchen was
this, steaming, soapy and disconso'
late, but Il large, pleasant, tidy room
where aunt Becky could enjoy hei
armchair and her knitting together
| with Aunt Polly's discourse.
essay, Aunt Polly, can't sail ship.
i'll your tub?" interposcd small
voice; and Il pair of blue eyes and a
head of tangled yellow curls appeared
in the doorway.
But Miss Polly was too busy tc
notice. even when the little navigator
took silence for consent. aud plunge,
into her rinse-water with his treas.
urcs. In the general Strengthening 9
up of her mental pantry she had just
found another article to be labeled
and put away.
"Mercy. what is the young one ul
10 now? Got my best spice-box for 3
boat and punched hole clear through
the bottom of it to stick IL mast in, as
sure aS ',n aliver'
"Wc'l, Maggie wouldn't tell mt
stories, aud my tops broke, and
didn't know nothin' else to do" uf
tirmed Billy, defensiyely.
"Noth,n@ else! Wen, its luck,
you didn't, for it would like as any
way have been something worse in
stead OF better! There. there, child!
with s"ttening light in her eye
whereby the angel in her flashed into
sight for an instant, "all the splashin
in the world can't make al ocean in {
waslrtub; older folks than you have
tried it, Run out in the yard anC
play, there's good boy"
The June sunshine fell soft and
bright upon the Gnaint. ho,nely ole
garden, aud Billy was quite recon
ciled to his banishment the momcu
he cought the rustic ofthe lilac leaves
and met the familiar noddins of tn,
tall good natured sunflowers. IL,
seated himself ou the grass, dug hi.
bare toes into the warm earth of
ipOppy-bed, leaning his small claw.
upon the patched Knee of his small
trowsers, settled his round chin be
tween his palms, aud dropped into .
tit of childish meditation. With n,
Ipast to remember, no cares to-mak,
anxious, and small knowledge of pos
liabilities TO curb him, his dreams an,
plans had wild free range: and IN
had quite dec ded where he would @,
when he came into possession of hi
coveted wings. besides selecting
particularly soft tleccy cloud. in tn
far-of blue, to serve as his bed a