Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1874-05-04
A Little Fool.

dreamed of calling her any thing else
Florry Reed was not in the least what
one would call beauty but then she
had the softest eyes and the sweetest
lips in the world. Something at least
to that effect Charley Dennis had been
heard to declare, and~it is very much to
be believed that he spoke as one who
should know on this subject.
The two had been lovers for quite a
while lovers in the bud, as one may
say, and everybody knows that the bud
is the sweetest part of the whole bios
som-season. The practical, common place
stage of declaration had not yet been
reached; it was the time of broken hints
and secret hand pressnres, Of stolen kiss
es and general felicity. Florry walked
on air. and forgot that it was not her
native element. till one unlucky day the
clouds melted under her feet and let her
down to earth again with a rude thump.
1t was the day of celebration given
in Blackville to commemorate some event
perfectly uninteresting to the world at
large, but of the very last Importance IN
the eyes of the Blackvillians. For, tho
Blackville was little place, its inhabi-
tants were men and women very much
like other people, and measured the uni
verse on the Blackville yardstick after
the orthodox and proper fashion.
The festivity, beginning with an ora
ton. ended with a pic mic in grove
just outside the town, magnificent ma
/ pie grove, whose violet-scented solitudes
it was almost sin to profane with the
clatter of hardware and the popping of
ginger beer corks. Charley Dennis and
/ Florry were there together. as they were
together everywhere. But unfortunately
for Florry. Adela Brent was there also.
This young lady was not Blackville-
( bora She came from a much larger
town, a town which would have turned
up its nose very high indeed at poor lit
tie Blackville, had it happened to be
aware of its existence at all For which
reason, the Blackvillians naturally look
ed with admiring awe upon it and all
that pcrtairo3 to 1T. hiosi4AIola, -thora-
being a visitor just arrived among them,
her appearance was an event second only
to the great event commemorated by the
day. She was not prettier than halt
their own girls there present, but she
was wholly unlike them in dress and
style in a word, she was something
new and if novelty is one of the great
est of all charms anywhere, it certainly
is not the least so III small country
town where wholesome fear of hi:
neighbor holds each in decent restraint
So all eyes were fastened on the stran
ger, when, at rather late hour, she
made her appearance on the ground
which in nowise discomposed her Sh'
settled herself and her founces, gave
final toss to the frizzy wilderness sur
mounting her little head, and, turnin!
back her fan -parasol, looked around he
Al ~ Al ah a lo
stranded among savages, might observ
their barbarous customs.
The first of the natives on whom he
glances CHANGED to rest, were Florry an
Charley, and she vouchsafed them a pro
longed examination. under which Flor
rvs ewes fell and her color rose where
upon Adela, who had already mental
inventoried her as pretty, but deplorabl
without style. regarded her anew, wit
amused compassion, as girl who coul
actually blush for being looked at
Charley did not blush, though. o
the contrary, he returned the gaze wit
one which might have abashed som
girls. But Miss BrentHRas young lad
not easily abashed, and if the very ev
f dent admiration in the handsome saw
a ge's black eyes affected her in any wa,
IL it was certainly neither to embarrass NJ
offend her. That was plain from tt
manner in which she received his adval
5 ces later else the two would not ha,
S. made so rapid an acquaintance, nor ha'
y been missing when. by and-by, stro
7. through the grove was proposed, so tn;
Florry was obliged to put up with IL
escort of her cousin Fred Willis. n
q cessity considerably more agreeable
% him than to her.
e, Oh. what cloudy ending for a ds
IS that had beg1n all sunshine Flor
wondered piteously, when. the festiv
at an end, they drove back through Il
nf evening together, could this be the san
N Charley, who, on that very road, only
y. few hours before, had said-well. it vi
lt not so much achat he had said as Il
way, and especially the look, with viii,
he had said it,-could this be the sam
II this abstracted individual who had
he keep rousing himself out of some reve
ne over-what? The charms of Miss AIDE
% ; Brent ? Florry greatly feared it.
Yes, that was it. New brooms swe
d, clean, and Miss Adela's founces al
~ frrzzes had swept Charley quite aw
gs from his moorings In week, she cou
ms turn him round her little finger in a
ID other, he had as completely deserted It