The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1876-05-12
Miscellaneous.
ONE SUMNER.

Blanche stood on the piazza playing with
her fan and watching for the stage, upon the
arrival Of which hung a great many posi-
bilities. 1t might bring her letters, it might
bring somebody to enlven the house, which
was growing fearfully dull with nobody but
ladies in the parlors, putting their heads
together over crocheting and embroidery.
Since the last chance for Irritation had van
sh,d with his valise over the Jefferson road,
there had been comparatively nothing in the
way of excitement. The train was half an
hour late, as it usually is at the Gorham
station, and the sunset was furnishing the
slopes of Mount Moriah and the Imp, bring
ing out the strong shadows which had all
day been lurking about them, while tender
young moon looked through the fringes of a
purple cloud that hovered over the Pilot
range. Just as the stage appeared over the
little bridge below the house, Mr.. Mathews
carried Blanche off for game Of whist, and
she failed to see the tall gentleman who
alighted from the coach and went in to tea.
In fact, she had almost forgotten the proba-
bilties of Saturday night in the excitement
of a revoke ON the part of her purblind
partner, in virtue of which their opponents
were claiming three of their hard won tricks
when Clara Clew sailed into the room brim-
ful Of it.
"Oh, girls" she cried, "he's come"
"Who, for mercy's sake?" in chorus.
"The Great MOpul | guess -
Don't keep us in suspense" said Blanche
ave are out by honors at any rate, in spite
of your tricks"
Shall open the door for you?" asked
Mr.. Mathews, gallantly.
'Do tel us about it, Clara" pleaded Kate
Turner. ais he young? Does he look hirta-
tious?"
swell, | dropped my fan at his feet
entirely by accident, you know-and he
picked it up with such an air and smile
that"
you were ready to drop there your
self?"
Nonsense" cried Blanche. "Clara is
teasing us. It's only Mrs. Bells husband,
va oohib SliPl'N'Nb vi law oNllOui
boy, depend upon it. Does he wear a
moustache, Clara, or a scratch?"
Judge for yourself" answered that giddy
girl; and looking up, Blanche caught a
glance from the eyes of Mr.. Langthorne-
dark, persuasive eyes, with a word of mel
ancholy in their depths, which the smiling
mouth with its dimpled chin denied
Mr., Mathews laid down his cards and
pushed back his chair hastily. "Langtborne,
my dear fellow how are you?' he cried.
"Glad to see you here. Make yourself at
home. Here, let me introduce you to the
ladies-Miss Clew, Miss Turner, Mrs Krel.
Won't you take hand at whist? Oh, par
don Mr.. Langthorne, let me present you
to Miss Blanche, Miss Blanche Deshler-a
rival of Pole and Cavendish at whist, let me
warn you"
'Ir LangthOrne graciously avaied him
self Mr. Mathews generosity aud be-
t..Ae 3lanche's UiS-a-uis.
'I'm only here for few days. he said in
passing, "Think | shall go on to the Waum-
bek, or the Glen, next week,
Mr.. Langthorne went to the Glen the next
week, but not alone he and Miss Deshler
drove over in the sundown, while the rest of
the party followed in mountain wagon.
The ragged Peabody river loitered along
by their side over its rocky bed, and the
mountains seemed to chassez and waltz from
one hand to the other, as the road wound
along, while the dim delicious woods shut
them in here only to open there and show
the grand outlines of the everlasting hills
shining in the early sunlight.
That very morning Clara Clew had said,
while they were dressing, "what an oppor-
tllnity for Irritation the Cascades and the
Glen Ellis Falls afford Here you go up,
up, up, and there you go down, down, down,
and here it is slippery as death and there
you need strong hand that holds you tight
and perhaps you lean over ledge, just to
frighten some one, and tender arm snatches
you away, and tender eyes reproach you
Heigh, no wish l were going in the sun
DOWN.