The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1876-07-19

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garden. The Sanskirt professor was
there, With locks newly dyed the bus
of the ravens wing, and with bis
/, hands thrust into pair Of white
gloves miles 700 large
"Shall | reserve square dance for
l you, dear professor" Nelly asked
consulting her tablets, asd with the
( air Of siren.
The poor man shook bis head and
gave her shallow smile. At that
moment be would willingly have sac.
riIiced all the languages, dead and
living, for the privilege of capering
round the ballroom with his eharmer.
Never mind,p said Nelly, beam
J ing upon him. when get through
with this gallop | will come back,
and you shall improve my mind, and
tell me all about prosody, as you
promised
Miss Nelly" said the delighted
professor. laying the limp 6nger-ends
of nis glove on his heart, "you are
already mistress of the universal Ian
guage.r
Young Detmold was impatiently
waiting to claim Nelly for the next
dance. Among his friends he was
familiarly known as "the Baby" be-
cause of bis pretty pink and white
complexion, and his ways, which
were "child-like and bland" Baby"
had beautiful pair of long blood
side wbiskers, which, it was said, he
erimped with an iron every day.
How can you stand talking TO
that old muInmg?" said be, with a
pout, as soon as be had got posses
sion of Nelly.
LOB, it's such fun to make him
think be is the object of my secret
alteration"
Col. Hawley overheard the re-
mark, and turned away with disgust.
"She is a cut-and dried ilirt," said he
TO himself, "the one thing in all the
world that | abhor." This young
hero, fresh from the wilds, bad
watched the ballroom with some Sc
cret scorn. Now be went back to
the old General, and sat smoking
with him in the pleasant gloom OF
the evening.
"Well, my boy" said the old man,
after a few moments Of silence, what
do you think of herr"
"Of whora sir?"
My niece. Nelly Mortimer, of
course"
"0h, she is a regular beauty"
But she wouldn't suit you, would
she?"
There is no question Of that, sir
shouldn't suit her. can see that
she looks upon me as an unlocked
cub, specimen fresh from the woods.
Aud the truth is / have been out Of
the world so long that have old
fashioned notions Of women. These
modern girls are quite bewildering to
my mind. should never know how
to approach one of them"
nelly isn't made of spun glass,
retorted the old man. shes 40 OBJ
stinate, hard -bitted little jade. When
she gets her head set, you couldn't
rout her with your heaviest artillery
But there's good in the girl. She's
Mortimer; and, if | do say it, there
never was a coward or a craven
among the Mortimer clan. You
see," continued the old man, bis
voice softening, "the girl has been
an orphan from baby hood, anu /
have sadly spoiled her But if she
married a true man-not enc ofthose
sneaking civilians, but brave. hon
est soldier-she would be as constant
as the SUM-"
ii see what you mean, dear Gen.
eral," said the Colonel, with emo
tion in his voice; "but don't think OF
it, sir 1t cannot be-" and be exten-
ded his hand
TIE old General grasped it in his.
Robert" said he, "how can | help
thinking of il? You and that girl are
all | have in the world, and ] bad
hoped to keep you near me in my
old age.
After that poor Nelly had hard |
lines with the old General. There
were constant twinges in bis leg, and |
he was always in vile humor when 1
she was present; but she often heard |
him laughing uprosriously with the
Colonel when alone in their private /
sessions. Toward the young man
himself she was frigidly polite, and |
be met her in the same spirit Nelly I
fiirted more desperately than ever. I
Baby" Detmold was the favorite of /
the hour. She boated with him,
danced with him, played croquet
with him, rode with him, and spent
long afternoons rambling With him
in the delighted laurel woods that
skirted the lake
Il am disappointed in my caleula-
tions about the bakers Dozen" Rose
said to hsr one evenings as they stood
in the worm sunset glow on the
piazza, the beautiful radiance shining
Nelly's golden hair. Il
you would have that tall
Colonel's scalp at your belt long be-
fore this; but now the Baby Is the ia
vorite oftbe hour. Do you kno v, Nell
", have caught the Colonel looking
&c you with sardcnic expression Of
mingled admiration and disspproval.
1t would not be strange if you were I
your tolls about him. They |
say to hate is the best way to begin 1,
10 love. Who knows but Number /
Thirteen may be the winning horse. |
,fter ALPS
Don't talk slang, Rose" said (
Nelly, with dignity "You know
nothing about the Colonel, he is a !
1
"GOod heavens, Nelly, what is c
hat!"
II don't know" returned Nelly h
It's a word ! heard the professor |
lse." Il
"When ! wish to hurl an epithet Of '
contempt at q man, T" laugh '
"a Abby, II shall call him a misogy- Q
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