The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1875-11-12

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Sometimes see her sitting AZ the win
dow and sewing. Somehow | think
like her best then. Her little fingers
Nv in and out SO deftly, with such dante
twists and turns, which dimple IN
knuckles and show the pretty wrists in
hundred new and graceful attitudes
| look NJ my great clumsy fingers, and
laugh 10 my self To think how miserably
| potter over single button. and what
miserable botch il is when il is sewed
on al last.
She Is a busy bee. this Eta. hardly
ever see her unemployed. | never par
ticularly admired energy or industry IN
women. IL is apt To make them uneasy
energy Is given 10 breaking out in uneN-
pected directions, and their industry 10
running into new and startling chan
nels. think | ike woman 20 be
rather slow and lazy and Indifferent,
content 10 sit quiet and do nothing but
look pretty and talk gently and sensi-
bly,. This being the case, wonder
why like Eta least when she is idle.
Sometimes she comes into the room
with slow and stately sweep. Then |
know at once that she will do nothing
but stand AT the window, or saunter
about the room in futile, purposeless
way, and my interest dries up and van
ishes like dew in the sunshine.
like 10 watch her with the children
her brothers, | suppose. They are
romping, rollicking boys, hearty, sturdy
little fellows, both Of them, full of
spirits and mischief She j. full of fun,
too, and can romp with them lin lady
Ike way, Of course; Eta could not do
any thing unlady-like, | think, and in
terest herself in their pursuits. Some
times they hang about her while she
tells them stories. can tell that that
is what she is doing by the motions Of
her lips and the lighting up Of her face
Such bright little facet Itgrows upon
one strangely, until am almost ready
10 swear that il is rs classically beauti-
full a. that of the Venus iii Milo. | can
Lear the peals Of laughter from the boys
lips, but if Eta laughs too, the sounds
are too low 10 reach me-
The other day, though, she did some
thing tina; puzzled me. 1t was not piy
Eta, but ne other Eta that did il. for |
have learned to distinguish them thus in
my own mind She was reading in the
window, dressed for the afternoon, evil
IDENTIFY, in some sort Of pale green stuff
that brought out the rose bloom Of
her checks and the gold lights Of her
hair wonderfully The book, by the
cover, was novel, and she was too
deeply absorbed in il to stir when one
Of the boys crept up behind her could
not see what she was doing. but could
see his face Of sly, impish delight as he
stood there after he had finished his
work, apparently awaiting the catas-
trophe. Ii came in minute. At a
quick motion Of Etta's head the whole
torrent of golden hair came ripling and
waving down. The breeze from the
window sent it streaming far and wide,
until she seemed enveloped in a halo of
golden mist. The little wretch had sly
ly pulled out every hair-pin as he stood
there, and now he clapped his hands
and laughed aloud a hearty peal of boy
ish merriment. / saw Etta's face; the
rose bloom was all drowned in one scar
let flush which extended from chin TO
forehead, flush of rage which almost
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boy, she gave him one ringing box on
the ear, and fled. The child burst into
a howl Of mingled pain and rage, of
course. Well, he deserved IL; he GER
tainly did. IL was very provoking, and
she has such beautiful hair; but rush
she had not done it. At least, if she
must do IL, wish | had not seen her
face. | wonder il | shall remember il
when see my Eta again? Ii is very
odd how clear the distinction j. in nv
mind. as clear as If there were really
two Of them, instead of one whimsical,
capricious, changeable, inconsequent
girl. What a safety-valve adjectives
sometimes prove, Blessings on the man
who first invented them,
Nav 7.-May-day is safely over
have been haunted by fear lest my OPP
posite neighbors should be seized by the
" fitting mania which pervades New
York al this season. Ii gave me rather
a shock 10 realize what a blank life
would be to me now without Eta TO
watch and speculate about. of course
il will not last, but just at present it is
my only excitement, and feel much the
same sort Of interest that one takes i'm
well-constructed novel, or well-written
and well-acted play. | don't in the
least realize that Ettais real flesh-and
blood woman. She i 20 me only an
abstraction, a study. puzzle, and |
catch myself wondering, "How will it
all come out? What did the author
mean BY this?' Perhaps if really met
her face to face, spoke to her, and heard
her answer, il would all be different;
but at present she is no more real TO me
than the Undines and Loreleis of the
German fairy tales.
May l2.-My seige is nearly over at
last. DR.. Petrie tells me that / may try