The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-02-04

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Kortland, New York belle and beauty,
sat herself down upon a rock, and be
gan trimming her companions light
summer hat very artistically with oak
leaves, poking an absurd tw1g IN here
and there to render the effect, as she
expressed it, more ''disti7gue.
''Was PoIlywog man or a wo-
man?' asked the young gentlelnan IN,
whom you may call Tom Willing, if
you want to, and who lay at the girls
feet watching her, and philosophically
chewing grass.
'sGoose! Pollywog was woman, of
course, and her lover was obliged to
leave the country without bidding her
goodbye, I suppose, and he was awfulIy
in love with her, so he was, which is
more than you viii ever be with any
body-firt p
ssAh-," and Tom began on another
blade Of grass.
eyes. Now sit up and let me put your
hat on. See how delightful it looks.
Sit down, sir! Don't lie there like
meditative sheep
Tom, thus admonished, lifted himself
to a sitting position. ''Yoa don't mean
to say yov're going to make fellow
wear that thing" he said, gazing at the
hat, which now bore a strong re-
semblance to sort of diminutive oak
tree
'sCertainly, and you ought to feel
very much obliged to Miss Van Kort-
land for dressing it up SO prettily, in
stead of laughing at her in that migrate
ful way"
ooh, do; excessively SO. Let me
see it moment" and he held out his
hand.
'sNo. I'm going to put it on your
4 head myself, and then you mustn't
touch it. -
'sPlease let me look at it first. I'll only
admire it.
'You can admire it in the glass when
you get home. Now hold your head
still. There, that looks charmingl''
cit feels like the Deuce" observed
Tom, rather ruefully.
''Don't swear
''Deuce isn't swearing is it ~
Certainly. Now let's go up through
the woods and find out where the rest
of the party is. It must be almost time
to go home;'' and in spite of the young
nobleman's assertions that it was only
two o'clock, and that he was positive
he could never climb up the hill unless
he rested there another hour, Miss Jen-
ny drew her light shawl about her
shoulders, and taking Toms cane in
one hand, and her vinaigrette In the
other, Certainly combination of arti-
cles which would never occur to any
one but a young woman), began to make
her way through the woods, up the in
cline
But though the worthy daughter Of
the Van Kortlands was of an ambitious
and adventurous disposition, she had
not succeeded in climbing many feet
above the level of the creek near which
they had been sitting before she came
to large rock, upon whose top she
fancied it would be well to rest while
in, o1,,IaI
rather frantically after a hemlock
Dough, with which to assist herself to
tempting seat near by, the vinaigrette
dropped from her hand, and rolling
slowly and gracefully outward, settled
itself, in the most contented manner pos
sible, on the very verge of the rock.
Good gracious!" exclaimed the young
lady. 'There go my salts -
s'There go what?" said her escort, who
was somewhat behind, and had not
noticed the accident.
s'My salts-nny vinaigrette, Oh don't
Won see them-I mean fright out
there on the edge of the rock-more to
the there - and Miss Jenny point
ed imploringly out toward where the
article specified nestled under the shade
of protecting fern.
"Ah, yes, Recognize the piece of
furniture, said Tom presently. every
touching situation, is it not %
cit would be a much more touching
one (s'ahem, q poor pun" interrupted
her hstener) If you would so out and
get it for me, Why don't you be gal
liant and go %
& intend to, though I shall probably
break my neck. Goodbye. Fare
thee-well, and if forever, then forever
fare-thee-wen, . and Tom began to crawl
cut toward the edge of the rock.
s'But, wait moment-Mr. Willing
please stop-you don't think there is