The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1876-06-21

woman who always knew "whf
Of was what" and could give il to yo
in nutshell, her opinion 81 the fam
ly was Of course perfectly yreliable a
well as pithy and concise.
"You see, Horatio is smart, but be
lazy. Here he's been t'Lome mos
two months, and here be is, readin
and fiishin', and huntin'; that's wha
Ratio does And brother amt yer,
patient, and materially be don't lik
that kind of doin's. He's awful dis
appointed, and gets angry at. Ratio
but Ratio takes it as cool as COW
cumber, and brother gets angrier an'
angrier, and things ANT as they,
orter to be. Now look at Marcus; h.
amt particular handsome % look at
but handsome is as handsome does.
That's what say.'
And what she said was true
Marcus was very handsome" in al
his doings, and Horaiio was, indeed
very lazy. When his father asked
him what he intended to do with al
his learning, Horatio would lool
very wise for little while, and an
swer:
81 really don't know, father.
haven: decided yet am studying
nature just now"
Then be would take his gun or hi:
fishing line and saunter away, as il
nature had an appointment with him,
and be hadjust recollected it. And
Mr.. Brown went back to bis work,
grumbling to himself, and sometimes
II made him petulant even with Aunt
Ermy and with Marcus, who had
done nothing wrong.
Things We're bad enough in the
summer, but in the AUTUMN something
happened which made them still
worse, One bright, cool morning,
when Horatio was on his way to the
woods to xii partridges, be saw a
great cloud of dust rising from the
middle of the road, and coming rap
idly towards him. Then he saw u
red COW, and the next ipsiant, in the
thickest OF the dust behind, he saw
girl holding fast to the cows tail,
and running with all her might.
Why, that's Gazena Hartman,
he said to himself Then he said
aloud: "Zena, what are you doing?n
II am having ride!" she answer
ed, laughing merrily, and showing
all her little teeth as she few out Of
sight.
But Horatio could not forget her,
Gazena's red cheeks, her flashing
eyes, her curly brown hair flying in
the wind, were before him all day,
and saved the lives of many little
birds.
How she has grown, and how
bright and pretty she is! Having o
ride. in deedl How handsome she
would look in fine carriagel" And
be had great many other thoughts
on the same interesting subject
After supper be asked his father:
What is Hartman doirg now? Does
he get on well with his little farm?"
II don't know" answered Mr..
Brown, grufiiy. II have enough to
do minding my own business, i don't
meddle with other peoples /"
Horatlo did not make any reply;
but as he had no business of his own
to, mind. be ,hansht he st..sI s.ns.a-
die" Just little. Hartman is
worthy man if be is Duiebman, and
it would please him to be noticed in
a friendly way. People ought to be
kind to each other 10 this hard world"
The very next morning Horatio
took The trouble to go to Hartman's
farm, to be kind to his neighbor.
Gazena was not visible, but Gazena's
father, short and stout, stood at the
gate, smoking his pipe.
Good morning" said Horatio,
kindly How do you do?"
DO pretty WELL" answered the
| farmer
Fine morning." said Haratio.
Mr.. Hartman looked rornd to see
how fine the morning was, but be re-
served his opinion
81 hope Mrs. Hartman IS we'll"
"Yes, yes, pretty we'll" answered
her husband. "She's very bissey.
We are all very blssy And now |
90 to work in mine field. Good-day."
A few days af,erward he young
map went again to the lite farm and
pres, nted some birds tc Gazena's
father. 81 shot them mlself," he
exclaimed.
SO! | nefer kill tie leede pirds. "
said Mr.. Hartman regretfdly.
Then Horatio kindly offered to
carry them into the house.
"Nein, nein, do dot mineself,"
said the farmer mine aife, she's
very, very bissey always. She wants
no strange peoples round. Our place
is not pig one, and likes TO lif by
mineself.'
Horatio understood tha delicate
hint, and retired politely. He was
provoked, but he did not tell his
neishbor so. The father q such a
daughter must be humored he was
blunt.
As for Gazena herself, Horatio
could not understand he at all.
When she happened to meet him,
she gave a little nod a shylook, and
a merry smile. but she neve' spoke to
him, or stopped long enougi for him
90 speak to her more than amonosyl
la BILE or two. She always seemed to
be in great hurry-"veT bissy,"
as her father said.
At last, one evening be MT her at
one Of the neic cnbors. aud insisted
upon walking home with Der And
as he was not sure that be would
ever have such good chare again,
he decided to make the mot OF it.
81 have been trying to speak to
Won for the last FIVE moths" he
said. "Wby do you run afay from
me soy"
"Oh. don't know; it's sch fun"
answered Gazena, laughing
'Its not fun to me, SAID Horatio.
! 1T makes we feel very unhappy