The Canton mail. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 18??-1882, 1875-02-13

A STORY OF A VlNAiGRErTE.

n SIOhH Or vINAtUht L Es
"It's not leavin' auld Ireland I'm cryin about,
It's not leavin' my own native land,
But it's leavin' the arms of my Pollywog,
With never a kiss OF her hand"
And SO singing. Miss Jenny Van Kort-
land, New York belle and beauty, sat
herself down upon a rock, and began
trimming her companions light summer
hat very artistically with oak leaves,
poking an absurd twig here and there
to render the effect, as she expressed it,
more /" dfs.ingue.p rs tks e
Was Poilywoe . man or woman p
asked the young gentleman, whom you
may call Tom Willing. if you want to,
and who lay at the girls feet watching
her, and philosophically chewing grass.
"Gooee Pollywog was a woman, of
course, snd her lover was obliged to
leave the country without bidding her
good by, I suppose, and he was awfully
in love with her, 20 he was, which is
more than you will ever be with any
body-Hirt |"
"Ah-," and Tom began on another
blade of grass.
Eyes. Now cit up and let me put
your hat on. See how delightful it
looks. Sit up, sir Don't lie there like
meditative sheep"
Tom, thus admonished, lifted himself
to a sitting position. "You don't mean
to say you're going to make q fellow
wear that thing" he said. gazing at the
hat, which now bore a strong resem-
blaDce to a sort OF diminutive oak tree.
Certainly; and you ought to feel
very much obliged to Miss Van Kort-
land for dressing it up 30 prettily. IT..
stead Of laughing at her in that un-
grateful way"
"Oh, do excessively so. Let me
see it q moment" and he held out his
hand.
NO. I'm going to put it on your
head my sell, and then you muslin t touch
it"
"Please let me look ut 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 charming I"
"It feels like the Deuce" observed
Tom, rather uefully.
"Don't swear"
"Dsuce isn't swearing, is ftp"
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 pos
tive he could never climb. up the hill
unless he rested there another hour,
Miss Jenny drew her light shawl about
her shoulders, and taking Toms cane
in one land, and her vinaigrette in the
other, Certainly q combination of ar
ticles which would never occur to any
one but young woman), began 10
make her way through the woods, up
the incline.
But though the worthy daughter o
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 we'll to rest awhile
say for five minntes-and IN clutch.
ing rather franticalIy after hemlock
bough, with which TO assist herself to O
tempting seat near by, the vinaigrette
dropped from her hand, and rolling
tlJwly and gracefully outward settled
itself, in the most contehted manner
possible, on the very verge Of the rock.
"Good gracions !" exclaimed the
young lady. "There go my salts
"There go what ?" said her escort,
who was somewhat behind, and mad no,
noticed the little accident.
"My salts-my vinaigrette Oh
don't you see them-I mean it-righi
ont there on the edge of the rock
more to the left-there I" and Miss
Jenny pointed imploringly out toward
where the article specified nestled under
the shade of protecting fern.
"Ah yes. I recognize the piece OF
furniture" said Tom presently. every
touching situation, is it not?"
ct would be much more touching
one G. ahem, poor pun," interrupted
her hssener) if You would go out and
get it for me. Why don't you be gal
liant and go?"
81 intend to, though I shall prob
ably break my neck. Good by. "Fare
thee well, and if forever. then foreve,
fare thee WE'LL and Tom began to
crawl out toward the edge of the rock.
"Bus, wait a monent-Mr. Willing
please stop-you don't think there il
really any danger, do you?'
"'Drop tear on his bier" quoth
Tom, who was by this time pretty far
out, and was stretching his hand eau
tiously toward the vinsigrette. Present.
ly the hand went down over the bottle,
and the next moment the owner of the
hand, distressing TO relate, also went
down. over the rock. An Immediately
following splash certified to all above
that Mr.. Thomas Willing, of 81 Walnut
street, Philadelphia, but at present
visiting in q picturesque town near New
York, had descended into the stream.
Jenny was up in an instant; she
could not help slight scream escaping
her as she saw the sudden disappear
ance Of her companion. What il he
should be seriously injured by the fall ?
What If he should drown? She ran to
the edge of the rock. further up toward
the left, where it was not dangerous,
and looked over.
At short distance from shore, with
one hand holding something high above
the water, and the other diligently en-
gagged in supporting himself, appeared
the drenched figure of the preserver of
the vinaigrette, his countenance consid-
ersbly enlivened by his plunge. Some
that louar down tho afrea m Aoated tho