The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-02-27

expressing char acter, and this day, of a
days, wanted hers to show q faultles
taste. She was sensible girl, thong
| I cannot affirm that she chad no nor
sense about her," Her weakness fo
poetry, which she wrote of the despel
ately sentimental kind, common wit
people of healthy, highly-nervous OIL
ganism. Consequently she was shy c
having it seen, and few of her neares
friends ever saw it. Will was pre-
foundIy ignorant upon the subject. a
could not understand, you know. Rura
Quill, Esq, was somewhat a celebrity
wrote humorous articles that went tn
rounds of the state press, and wa
hailed wherev.r he went by the sam
unquestioned authority, "Wit, Scholar
Patriot, Poet" and, indeed, only missed
being a great man by SO many ether
having been greater in his peculia
line. He was editor of "The Clarion,
published in Lynesville, a live town
some thirty miles away. Some month
ego Milly had sent him, with letter
quantity apologize for the ''sin O.
rhyme" a poem, beginning
''Above the fitful, moaning sea
The wild winds sigh and shiver,
O!winds Blow home my love to me;
Hove my love forever"
and SO on, through a dozen stanzas
wherein several most heart-breaking
images, and all available rhymes fol
Ever, Never, Culver, and SILVER, were
completely used up. He had replied
assuring her that "The sin of rhyme
is one not to be paliated here, nor par
doned in the world to cone, but wher
ore can write as you do (and that one 6
woman) then It's sinful to be silent,
and published her poem as one "that
would do credit to the pages of ou1
best magazines" and the correspond
ence and contributions had gone on,
increasing IN vigor aud inteLs ity until
now. His last letter had said, elm
such q case too know no impossible,
so five o'clock Thursday afternoon will
find me in presence of the Rose OF
Brier Wool" ard this was the fatal
Thursday. 1t was not without trepida
ton that she confided all the moment
ous affair to Will and she was relieved
that his only comment was, "Take
care that he don't get scratched. No
rose without a thorn, you know"
That was busy day for Mllly. She
filed the house with flowers till Will
declared "the garden had moved in
DOORS" rarsacked the orchard for
choicest fruits and helped the cook get
up many and various dainty supper
dishes. At 4 O'Clock she went to array
herself IN the freshest of muslins, and
came down a perfect picture, with her
white draperies aud tea roses and hello
trope browning her brown braids. She
was pardonably proud of her appear
ance. Even Will thought "there
wasn't girl in the whole country who
could hold q candle to Milly in that
rig" How he liked to tease her, SO
now he said "I know you don't al
low spittoons in the parlor, Milly, but
you'd better have one hunted up. Ill
bet my head your ]itorial friend chews,
and, with the eccentricity of genius, he
may take your new screen for a substi-
tute."
"Horrors What proclamation ! It
would be unworthy Feejee Islander.
No, sir whoever else allows it, my face
is set against it for all time. But hush
here he comes" And sure enough,
punctual to a minute, across the lawn
rolled shining buggy, and from it
llighted the dapper and disting,te Rural
Quill.
When Milly recovered from the en-
first greeting, she found her
Ielf tete-a-tete with an understood, mid
lie aged person, whose noticeable
POINTS were q general wrinkled yellow
hess of complexion and pair of dark,
indy eyes. He was fluent, courtly,
,olished, none of your self-made men,
,ut the carefully manufacture ] article.
Like his letters, he was extremely
complimentary. Had he not been
title less than call her fancy painted
him." MilIy would havs declared him
$ splendid ;" but nothing 60 disposes
% captious criticism as unfulflled ex-
oectations.
Milly breathed more freely. Supper
vas over, and with it all danger of in
Papa Weyman slept the
leep of the tired. Will sat on the
,orch, whence he could see and hear
THE Mutual Admiration Society,""
don't know what was in his heart.
lis mouth was full CT tobacco. Sup
'er had been over an hour, and Rural
quill, Esq, was bard beset with the
'eculiar craving teeth-on-edge eensa-
ion born of abstinence and eating.
nown to all tobacco-che~ers. He
trove against it valisntly, but who
an master the giant, Habit Milly
rent for the writing desk to show him
er last poem. She might be awsy ten
minutes. He would quiet his nerves
nth chew. But she was not. She
the thre shhold almost before
he precious morsel was settled in place.
here was very becoming tremor in
he white hand that held toward him
he fairly written sheet. He gave it
ack with q most superlative bow.
The must read it to him. Even its
music would be enhanced by her lips.
lilly did read it, then wandered on
nto discursive review of her favorite
'oets, which, I am bound to say,
bounded more in quotations than COM
non sense-for woman's memory is
lways ahead of her judgment-but was
lot wholly destitute of that invaluable
rticle. It was almost monologne,
nd her wonder grew and increased over
he sudden quenching Of editorial bril-