The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1876-09-21

nef consent.
Here his eulogies were broken into by
the entrance of the daughter in person,
who bowed composedly at the farmers
awkward introduction Of "My darter,
Mr. --''
Russell" fastened to supply
The gentleman wants board for a
couple of months. Hulda, for hisself an
his friend, and | was a-tellin him when
you came in that, as all the work will fall
on you. | wouldn't take en- in without
consultin' you"
The quiet face was unmoyed, Just as
though this was an incident Of everyday
occurrence.
'Do just as you like, father
"When is Your friend coming? ?" ask
the farmer
Now; in Il few moments. lie only
stopped down at the end Of the llne TO
make a sketch
1t was finally arranged that we should
stay for the night, and make further terms
in the morning, ''a!ter we saw how we
liked" rs the farmer expressed it This
settled. the farmer went about his evening
chores. while the daughter showed me u
room, and then retired to look after the
supper. At last in the dim twilight, John
picture as long as he could see, and was
quite enthusiastic over its beauties | met
him on the porch and carried him of to
the room to get ready for our supper.
tell you, Russell. | am going to stay
here long enough to finish that picture, if
have to sleep in !; fence corner
just here our host came to summon us
to supper.
s,N S,t tn b.I
said ;hc farmers hearty voice, after he
had seated us comfortably at the table,
AMI loaded our plates with u generous
allowance of good things.
Such butter and milk, and eggs as we
found upon that table! And such cakes !.
llulda, tlittng in and out. from stove to
table, probably thought we were half
starved from the way we dcyoured her
good things Our long walk had given us
an appetite. At last however, our meal
came to an end, as all suppers must and
we stroiled ont upon the porch to enjoy
an evening smoke
"What do you think ?'' was Lanes alb
rupt question, as soon as we We're alone
About what?n
place; about this old man-and his Girl -
be glad if they conclude to keep Us. |
think the Old man is II clever old gentle
man-.'
"And the girl y
Il havn't thought much about her
expect she is good, dutitul daughter
who obeys her parents, and works at
whatever her hands lind to do"
Il tell YOU Russell" broke in my friend.
in his abrupt way, 'there's something
more than common in that girl, and |
mean to cultivate it, She's not one of your
tlowsy, red-handed simperng country
girls. although she lives in the country,
and may never have seen anything else |
tell you, she's th0ught Of other things and
other modes Of lie; or. If not, She's capa-
bic of doing so. and | mean to cultivate
| her
What could do at this speech OF the
young fellow, except to laugh at it, and
tell him to mind his picture and finish that,
instead of getting IN q foolish Irritation
with Il country girl. whom in all probable
ity, he would never see agam.
Il don't mean to Nrt = he broke n
| hOtlv; Il would scorn to do such Il thing
but | have seen Il thousand things. I'll
wager that that girl would almost give
her two eyes to see things that she has
read about, and dreamed about. and Won
dered, in this quiet, hum drum life Of hers,
if they really do exist. And now | Can see
no harm in my telling her something about
them, provided She wants to hear"
'Well, we'll have your own way its
no affair Of mine, | am sure - and there
the conversation dropped.
The next morning we were up with the
| sun. partaking of Il breakfast that was Il
counterpart ct our meal of the previous
day.
.'IIulda and Eve talked this matter
over" said the farmer. at breakfast, ''an'
we've concluded you can stay, if you like
our fare, an well do the best we can by
you, but we can't put on any style"
Protesting ourselves as entirely satisfied
with the fare and terms, we at once closed
the bargain, and proceeded to domicile
ourselves in our new quarters as soon AS
the meal was over. We had Il couple of
| large, airy rooms IN the upper story OF the
| farm -houSc-rooms that looked out with
wide windows towards the east, and took
in wealth Of hill and dale, and mountain
aud stream. They were connected in the
middle by a partition door, and opened at
each end ont into thc hall, which ran the
fall width Of the wide old house.
"lsnt this just glorious ?' shouted Lane,
in his boylsh fashion, as he rolled and tum-
bed upon the bright rag carpet, like Il
school-boy Just home for the holidays.
WAS there ever anything equal TO that
view ? The river, and green hills. and
orchards, and fields in the foreground, and
blue mountains rising beyond;" and the
buoyant fellow tumbled and rolled upon
the floor again in the excess Of his eXu-
berant spirits; then, settling down he
worked quietly at his new pictures for an
hour, while | occupied myself with read
inc Il poem whose spirit breathcd the
breath of just such scene as that he was
painting.
At the end of the hour he threw down
his brush, and springing up, snatched my
book away, and seizing my arm, attempt
ed to drag me away
Come alongi'
.'What do YOU mean? Where are You
going ?' asked
"Anywhere-ou into this balmy wind
and clover-scented air We've no business
to stay indoors on such u mo ming
The leryid July sun had climbed we'll
toward the zenith when we came back,
with appetites heenly whetted, and ready
for another onslaught upon Hulda's good
things. And the experience of this day
was the experience of many days that fol-
lowed Sometimes we angled for trout
along the mountain streams. and again
: we climbed some wild knob. Sometimes
we went on long excursions up or down
the river in Il little canoe moored at the
bank, sketchlng u bold headland here, or
an over-hanging elf there, but always
coming in at some time in the day with
the same old ravenous appetite, which de
voured almost everything that came in
their way.
What progress did Lane make in "cul-
tivatng" this wild flower, you ask. In
truth, could hardly tell in those first few
weeks; | hardly think he knew himself:
Perhaps he did not think of his gay and