The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1876-04-07

sithoat hat or bonnet.
The yong man looked a, her with
admiration In his dark eyes.
"What dces nature mean by giving
face like that to farmers daugh-
teri" he sail tn himself at ought to
he shining in a palace, worshipped by
a king. Let come what may, ! must
sec her. and speak TO her."
The pretty little village Of Aber.
court, lay in the deep green heart of
the land. The people WIN lived IN !,
and near Z were all devoted I, the u
turc Of land. There were a few ship
keepers, a lawyer. doctor, and the
clergyman. Amongst the farmtfs.
Mr.. Mas.ey was lookcd upon with
great respect, while his lovely 'laarl'
ter, RISE, was the belle Of the neigh
borhood.
Rose had lovers by the score. but
she refused them all. She had heard
enough. she declared, Of crops aud
cattle; when she married, she should
want an entire change Of SCENE aud
conversation.
But" said one young farmer. YER
deep in love. Iii you will marry me
Rnss, I will promise never to mention
the word crops."
Then you would have tn 60 from
home to talk" she said, "and thai
would not be far"
She was only eighteen. and neither
father NOR mother Wished her to ma
y yet. They loved the bonnie bird
Who made sunshine and music n
lone, too we'll to tolerate the idea OF
parting with her. So they smil~
hen Rose dismisre,l her lovcrs, a. d
aid that she should please her-e'f
IL must speak to her." said tho
.oung man to himself. IF she !
that she l,oks to I've. Thornton ma
wait. How shall manage an intro
ductiou, I will go to the farmhouse
and ask for drink of mix. Drama
| in three mcts-nct the first"
He went 10 the door. aud it wa.
'pencl by the farmer himself Mr..
Massey always boastcd that he knew
a gentleman when he saw ono. IL
Ir-crgniaed one in the person akin;
| for milk to drink. lie invited him
in, and the stranger talked so nicely
and interested the farmer So deeply
that lac was invited tn look around lh.
farm and hay field. The very thini
he had wished for.
\ IL should introduce myself TO you,
he said to the farmer. II hive moi
been long home from college; my
name is Arthur Hamilton.
Mr.. Massey was really proud Of en-
teriaining a gentleman from Oxford;
tOxford I~ing in his eyes, the very seal
Of learning.
"You are going int" church. or you
are for the bar. prebably.' he said.
mo-" was the reply; II have no
studied for the prof ssion; the iact.is'
am writer"
The farmers respect increased, but
Il bis own grew less. He had a vague
lien hit writers were more or .:s'
ipoor.
Mr.. Massey then conducted the
stranger to the hay field.
My daughter, Rose, is somewhere
here" he said; "she has party OF
young friends. You will be WELDON
among them"
The next minute he was !" the
midst Of the group Of girls, looking
admiringly into the face Of the beau
tiful Rose. who would not marry un
dr. five thousand year aud title.
"This is quite sylvan ,cene." he
said to Rose. Il could imagine it to
be a picture by Claude Lorraine in
motion."
Here was something different from
the crops and cattle at last. Rose in
wardly gave Thanksgiving.
Have you seen Claude Lorraine-
pistures?" she aske,l. pray sit down
bere, and tell me about them"
She motioned him 10 another heap
Of fragrant hay, AMI Arthur Hamil-
ton took his seat thereon.
"what must | tell you?" he asked.
This picture unrolled bef're me. is
far superior to any thing have seen
Of Claude Lorrainc's."
THAT is only u theory she said,
coolly; put into practice you would
not admire it. have seen these pic
turcs ull my life, and am tired Of them;
| want to see others painted by great
men,"
".And have you never been to Lon
don!' he inquired.
Il have never been five miles from
Abercourt in my liie," she said; land
I am eighteen now; nut intend u So
soa'e day"
Then you have read. perhaps, n
great dsal," said the young man. WIN
hal not expected To find any one con-
yersaat viii Claude Lorraine in u vii.
lage hay field.