Richland beacon., 1874-06-06
xao, sur little Brother ont Of
the Room,

Truth. He was born and raised in the
country. His father gave him a good
education, and allows him plenty of
money. But John with all other at
tainmeuts, never could accustom him.
self to The society of females, not be-
cause he did not like the girls, but be.
cause bis shy nature would not per-
NIT him to associate with the fair sex.
1t once happened, not very long ago
either, that Johns father had some
very important business to transact in
the city. He also had some very
particular affairs to attend to at home,
which demanded his personal atten-
ton, and not possessing the power
ubiquity, he delegated his son John
to transact that in the city.
John, being thus commissioned, i'm
mediately proceeded to the city, and
to the residence of his fathers old
friend, whom he found to he a very
nice old gentleman with a beautiful
daughter. and gt..lHfss pectacles.
John was ushered into the parlor
"a new thing for him. and moiioned
to a seat-no! a sofa (anOther new
thing)
But we must use his own language ::
Il took my seat and made observa-
tions. Everything was fine! Fine
carpets, fine sofas, fine tables, fine cur
tains, fine books, fine pianos, fine every
thing, and especially a fine young Ia
dy who was dressed in fine silk, fine
curls, and fine appearance generally.
After chatting with the old gentle
man few minutes, he took down his
hat, told me to make myself at home
for an hour or two, and left-left me
alone with bis daughter and a small
mischievous boy, the young lady's
brother, | didn't relish the situation
at all. The idea of keeping a city
belle engaged in conversation for two
hours perdilion Silence reigned in
the parlor for short time, you may
bet. | amused myself as much as
possible with the boy-that is, l loan
ed him my knife and watch kew, and
watched him cut holes in the carpet
with one and spoil the other. I don't
know what I'D have done hadeitapnt
been for that boyle was so good to
attract ones attention, you know.
Its true be asked some startling
questions, occasionally, such as this,
for instance: care you goin' to
court sister Emily ?" but such things
must be expected under such circum-
stances.
Miss Emily thinking no doubt, that
to be a good hostess she must her
guests engage in conversation, asked
me show l liked country lifc," etc.
She said "it must he beautiful sight
to see the labOrers ; male and female,
romping on the mown hay on New
Years Day; that she always did
think she would like to spend Christ
mas in the country nut-gatbering
with the village lads and lasses, that
it always had been a mystery to her
how they get eggs off the trees with
out breaking them?
In return, I tMAght, to keep up
my part of the conversation, it was
necessary for me to quote poetry and
the like which l did. Among other
quotations; unfortunately repeated
the well known lines of Shakespeare !:
There is divinity that shapes
ends, rough-hew them as we will"
At this juncture, the boy, who had
perched himself upon my knees, look.
ed very earnestly in my face and
said:
divinity shaped the end of your
nose mighty Gurus" Pm certain that
| wished somebody would spank the
young rascal. We talked of hills,
mountains, wales, cataracts-I believe
said waterfalls, when the boy spoke
up and said: "Why, sisters got a
trunkfal Of 'em up stairs-pap says
they are made Of boss hair"
This revelation struck terror into
me and bushes into the checks o: my
fair companies.
ltbegsn TO be very apparent to me
that I must be very guarded in what
said, lest sid boy might slip in bis
remarks at uncalled for places in fact
turned my conversation to bin. l
told him he ought to go home with
me, and see what nice chickens we
had in the country. Unluckily !
mentioned q yoke of calves ruined
all.-The little fellow looked up and
said; Sisters got dozen Of EN-, but