Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-11-19
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fled nv utmost skill the day before.
With care and some assistance Emily
placed herself under the extinguishing
'.sea side,n and sailed forth with me to
explore the garden. i bed Of bright har-
dy plants on either side ola graveled walk,
terminating in ruined arbor overrun
with red roses, was the only attempt al
floral decoration, the remaining grouha
being devoted u the unitarian purposes OF
the vegetable garden, although even there
an occasional clump of hollyhocks or sun
flowers diversified the formal peas.
From the garden we proceeded across inc
ward. an open grassy space between mouse
and barn. with branching foot-paths worn
In the close. green turf and peered through
the bars at the cows and Finette, who
were calmly grazing under the apple
trees. EN- had even ventured to present
a bunch of clover the eight Of an inch be-
yond the protection of fence, with the
terrifying delight of seeing Finette thrust
forward his nose, when l saw Margaret
on the porch waving her hand to US. Be-
side her stood farmer-like gentleman,
dressed in gray, with riding-whip under
his arm and couple Of sleek greyhounds
at his heels. He walked directly across
the yard toward US, raising his bet. and It
did not require second glance from
either of us to discover a very handsome
and pleasing countenance, with curling
brown beard, ruddy complexion, and
ewes both clear and keen. He spoke at
once,-
(which is Miss Johnstone? l am
pleased to make your acquaintance. am
Philip Thornton, of Sumner Hill Farm,
your nearest neighbor, and | rode over
this morning to ratiiy my claim to that
honor. am quite in earnest. he :dded,
quickly, seeing me smile. Il would not
have troubled you to-day did not know
Joseph Smith to be the most stubborn,
pigheaded of mankind. understand you
propose purchasing several OF Melton
Evans Western cattle ?''
Eyes" l replied. good deal puzzled
accept my honest advice, Miss John
stone, and have nothing to do with them:
They are a wicked, useless breed, and
Kelton Evans swindler.
"Good Heavensr' cried. pray ex-
plain yourself! / did not know there was
any difference in cows. ! supposed they
were all good"
He laughed heartily.
II suspected that to be your condition
of ignorance, and you would learn les
son to your cost were those Westerners
once in your pasture.
..But what am to do? Where shall l
find the article Pa
He replaced his Panama. as ii it were
thinking-cap, and unused while.
II have il = he cried, briskly. deacon
Warmers estate is being settled. and
doubtless the stock will be sold. They are
a good breed-nothing remarkable, but
sound
80, would not for the world have any
kinine prodigies ON my hands" laughed.
Thanks for your neighborly considera-
ton. Will YOU walk into the house now ?"
II cannot stay this morning, but with
your permission will do myself the pleas
ure of calling at more leisure time. How
do YOU enjoy country life in IIillborough p
Every much,n i replied. We have
never felt half The sweetness of life before.
This is my friend Miss Emily Lee seeing
halt question on his lip "ohe anc MISS
Dale are passing the summer with me.
II admire your good tatste, he SAID.
II cannot imagine existence tolerabie
among city walls. although l confess |
have never tried it. wish you the fullest
enjoyment OF every bright hour With
that be smiled bea, ,ngly npon rs 9Sss
took his leave.
True to his promise. Mr. Thornton
made his appearance among us in few
days, if anything, earlier in the morning
than the time before. AS he entered our
little ;dining-room, where the breeze
through the open windows blew in the
muslin curtains, he glanced quickly about.
noticing, felt, every detail. lie strobe
over to bracket wherein Margaret had
arranged fresh bunch of Towering vines,
and, after contemplating them moment
turned to me, saying
"There is great change here. Miss
tombstone. remember calling upon
your grandfather in this very room some
wears since, and the same change has
passed over it as over yonder brown jug.
simple enough, yet transforming the most
unpromising object into thing OF beau
ty."
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