Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1875-11-05

though said mo to his entreatles,
said so softly and so coquettshly that
he still remained my cavalier, picked
up my handkerchief and carried my
flowers. / must have some one tc
perform these small civiitles for me
and, as liked him as well as any one
why he could keep on being my waiter
boy even if | didn't want to marry
him.
! told him once, if he would do any
) thing worthy Of note, anything to
make his name known among men as
something more than locker on in
the world, might possibly rescind
my refusal And there did really
beam spark of intelligence in his
blue eyes as he replied;
miss Kate, ah, shall one day
paint your picture in manner which
Will astonish every one, ah.'
"No doubt every one will be aston
ished; but please to remember when
addressing me that my name is Kate
or Miss Montrose, and not hotuh, y
and left him looking as forlorn as if
his grandmother had died.
When | left the city made grand
mystery Of the place where intended
spending the summer; and after great
preparations and much ts.k of my
long journey, left home iust at dusk
in Grandfathers carriage, and, after
a ride Of six miles, was lande J at the
old brick house where first saw the
light. | was only eighteen, but was
already bored with the fashionable
world and its dissipation. SO here !
was up in cherry tree, and, drawing
the volume Of Tennyson from my
pocket, commenced to read "Maulc. =
| read ".aultily, faultIess, iciIv, regu-
lar, sVlendi'ily ".Ii," - - /
that ! didn' answer the description
when heard noise and a voice,aud,
looking to" ard the cider mill, | saW
on a board which reached from an up
per door Of the mil into the tree
Frank Cousin Frank-the tease and
torment Of my life.
"What DO yon want ont here Why
couldn't you have stayed in the
house. Icried angrjIy,
"Be careful, Kate, lie erep]iel, "for
you will fail and break your neck.
"Mind your business, rctorted
II don't care if do fall and break
my neck, tossing my headas | spoke
But tossing the head when stand.
ing on the ground and tossing it When
one is, uncertainty seated in a cherry
tree is different affair. When
tossed mine | il some way tossed my
whole body, and my lmnous words
were hardly out Of my mouth wher
there came a crack and crash, and
instead Of being in the cherry tree,
was on the ground under a good sized
limb, probably in search of my cont
and my braid Of hair, for don't know
E what else | came down in such hurry
for. | heard a loud ha-ha from the
board, and found that | had breath
enough to scream out:
"You hateful thing am dead
, Ny neck is broken and you don t care
enc bit"
Finding that things were so bad
) Frank came to my assistance. | soon
heard voices all around me, and
coming to myself, | found that | was
surrounded by grandmothers com
pany, among them Mark Ellison
Poor Mark! he looked really sorry
: but the rest of them were endeavor-
} ing to hide their nerrlment, and | did
cut sorry figure. just imagine me
city belle, in my condition; hail
5 floating on the breeze, face dirty,mus-
t lin skirt entirely annihllated grasp.
, ing with both hands soied, bleeding
, Tennyson, on account Of my scratched
hands.
| have never forgiven any Of those
, people except Mark, because he looked
sorry. As for Frank, he doesn't dare
to say cherry tree to me even to this
day. Strange to say, my fall Of near
ly twelve feet did not hurt Inc except
to shake my nerves.
Tie next day, while we were at
J dinner, Uncle James says to me, grave
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