The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1875-08-05

said, till at last, there were so many, her
beautiful face looking out from perfect
wreath of blossoms. She was standing,
poised upon one slender, slippered foot,
striving to reach an unruly branch that
swung tantalizingly near her upstretched
hand, her cherry lips halt parted in her
eagerness. The sleeves OF her white
merino wrapper, which We're large and
flowing. had fallen back, showing the
snowy arms, bare almost to the shoulder,
when a merry voice behind US called,
Don't move, beg, Miss Munroe, Ny
kingdom for Il pencil and piece Of pa
PERI
Capt IIustead!'' | calculated, in dis
may.
"Well, does that mean that you aren't
glad to see me- Miss Nellie?" asked he,
as he gave his hand to Kate to help her
down. ''What are you doing, ladies ~
I'm urethat's very plainly to be seen, "
snapped Kate, her polteness quite swal-
lowed up in chagrin, that he should have
thus ''taken her unawares, trying mean
while to remove the vines still bound
around her head
1--WE came out to refrain this vine, and
were having such 4 nice time. You see
we didn't expect you so early
And as she said this ruelnlly, Kate gave
a spiteful twitch to spray that would
stay in her halr, and not content with that
insisted upon standing upright like an In
dams plume from the topmost braid, in a
most distressingly ungraceful way.
You know they tell us that it you put
on an article of dress ''insihc out every
thing will 80 wrong all day. Whether
something OF that sort had occurred or
not, cannot say; but certain it was,
Hates miStortunes We're not yet ended
for when at last she had detached it with
an impatient "there.n down with it came
pins and ribbons, and her beautiful hair,
unloosed, swung in q heavy mass far be
low her slender waist
''That's for being cross" laughed the
captain, looking down in her brown Eyes
with his merry black ones. "lt you hadn't
been so naughty, nut chfre, it never would
have happened. Now say that YOU are
| glad to see me, and let me tie this 'bonny
blue ribbon about this bonny brown
hair"
Kate was 4 tlirt, naturally, 50 She
| laughed and bowed her head, and Dick
Lee coming up the walk Just then, saw
Capt llustead tWine the ribbon about the
| glossy hair, and tie it upon one side with
Il true lovers knot saw her ltsten a spray
of honeysuckle in his button hole, as pay
ment for his success in the hair dressing
line, as she said; and, turning, went back
over the hills with his great New Found
| land dog, that Kate had named for him,
| by his side.
''What are you looking at so seriously ?"
asked She, at last, turning from the cap
| tain
"Why, there goes Mr.. Lee" | said,
| with extraordinary innocence. Il thought
he was coming here; but he stopped and
looked at us, and then he must have
| changed his mind. for he turned back
again"
For IN instant, there was Il troubled
look in the sweet brown eyes; then she
said, merrily,
"'m sure I'm glad Of it. The captain
is quite rs much as can manage"
After that, there We're more rides, ard
sails, and rambles, only now it was Capt
llustead who spoke lingering goodbyes
| upon the porch, who brought her flowers
day by day, or talked nonsense under the
moonlight. Sometimes Dick would loln
us; but we did not enjoy it as OF Old tor
Kate and he were sure to quarrel before
| the evening was half over, OF else She
would talk with singing sweetness Of
how beautifully the captain rode, OF sang,
or did whatever else appeared upon the
tapis, with perhaps a Slight allusion to
some OF their Old walks. For instance,
1--WE Went up by the old mill to-day DO
you know, think it's prettier than ii used
to be But then" (rehectively) ito be
sure the captain was there, to point out
its beauties, and, of course, that makes 4
difference" All of which was. doubtless
lv, very pleasant tor Dick to hear, till |
thiLk she convinced him that she was
| about the most heartless girl he knew,
and so the days passed ON.
Autumn came at last The harvest had
been gathered in, and instead OF the pink
and white blossoms that We're wreathed
upon the graceful boughs when Cousin
Kate came, great apples, rosy red, and
| golden, always with a bright cheek turned
to the glowing sun, were swinging, laziy
in the hazy air; and Kate began to talk
of going home.
One chilly night we, "the young folks,
| including Captain Hustead, and, Tor won
der, Dick, gathered in the sitting-room
A fire had been kindled in the wide, old
fireplace, and as the flames eaped up. and
DltLttl anu 9tti Nit'i, va! iiuobI.t't tl' W
his easy chair Il tritle nearer to the blaze.
and said,
"Whether it is the freight, or because
Miss Kate goes home tomorrow, must
acknowledge that | do feel wonderfully
sentimental Lee, won't you give US a
piece of poetry? This half light is Just
the thing for it, Oblige me, won't YOU"
Dick half started, when the captain
| A.. 4 l. a. tAp
the first that he had heard Of it but when
he ended, there was moments silence.
Then fixing his gray eyes steadily upon
her face, and with a bitterness apparently
uncaled for in his voice, Dick quoted,
| Lady Clara We're de We're,
| OF me YOU shall not win renown,
You thought to break ii country heart
For paStimc, e'er You Went to town.
At Inc YOU smiled, but, unbegniled,
| saw the snare, and | retired;
| The daughter of hundred earlS
You are not one to be dcSred!'
Kate was lounging in low, easy chair,
close in the freight and by its glimmer,
could see her whiten to her very lips, rs
the remorseless voice went ON,
'I.ady Clara We're de Nere
Some meeker pupil YOU must iinl
For were YOU queen OF all that is,
could not stoop to such Il mind.
Nou sought to prove how | could love,
And my disdan is my reply.
| The lion on your old stone gates
Is not more cold to you than -
! thought he would never end, and Kate
kept growing whittier, until wondered if
she would faint outright, and the captain
thus discover the real meaning Of the
quotation. But, presently, Kate was Kate
again, and stretching out one pretty foot
until it rested on the fender, she appar-
entity tried to smother a well-bred yawn,
changed her position lazily, and looking
over to the captain, "smileL him into the
seventh heaven Of delight" and raising
one white hand to her head. where it sank
half-brried in her soft brown hair, she
waited for the poem to end
"a true wall of the jltedn y she laugh
ed, as Dick finished. ''Now. don't like
that style of poetry. Probably he tlirted
just as much as she, only he wouldn't own