Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-12-13
"0ne Little Indian"

a song.
The affair began with an aversion
on both sides they do sometimes.
The first time he saw her he
thought to himself:
"And it was Ter this quiet, little
brown mondescript girl that | gave VI
my trip to the Adirondatks, and hur-
ried down here at Rob Sherwood''
entreaty to come and be fascinated.
Those were the words of his letter.
and lie knows / affect blondes. Pshaw
I'd as lief make myself agreeable to a
squaw !"
And Phil Farnham pulled out his
chagrin and cigar smoke together, as
he paced the piazza to and fro.
She looked all over him at a glance,
when introduced, and thought to her.
self:
"And this is the man | have ideal
lied in my Imagination as a Launce-
lot among men ! Rob said he was
elegant Why, he's old and ugly,
and unmannerly! Ugh!'
And a little shudder Of disgust ran
thro' the slender figure as she turned
away after the few words following
the introduction. 1t looked a prom
ising beginning, certainly, to the par
ties who felt an interest in the affair.
"Old, and ugly, and unmannerly,"
was the verdict, given decidedly, by
Rhoda to her aunt and cousin Maud,
who little curiously awaited her
opinion. She was taking down her
hair for the night, and stood in
Maud's room before the glass as she
spoke ; and 10 see her fling the great
heavy braids back, one would think
they had in some way conspired to,
ward destroying her illusion of the
Knight Launcelot,
"Why, Rhoda! lie isn't thirty yet;
and although he is not handsome, to
be sure, he is not as hideous as you
make out and as for 'unmannerly,'
Phil Farnham isa gentleman" And
Maud, who thought Phil, next to her
lover and brother, the most elegant of
men, was a trlhe indignant at Rhodas
criticism.
Gle must be sort Of wizard, |
fancy he appears to have charmed
you all. For my part, l can see neith-
er youth, beauty, nor grace in the red,
wbiskered gentleman. But peace to
his ashes. lie may continue to smoke
all his cigars unmolested by me during
his stay here. Don't ask me to talk
to him, for | shan't be civil, | know.
I've taken an intense dislike to the
man.
And with these words Rhoda fitted
through the door leading to her room,
with an affected shudder that would
hane done justice to a frst.class &C.
treSs.
"What on earth does she mean,
and what shall we do about
it She must not be rude to Rob's
friend y cried Maud.
'Let her 60 it IS only another of
her freaks" replied Mrs. Sherwood,
her shoulders.
Rhoda Brent had some very pecu.
liar traits. Her aunt said she was call
and like the Brents," by
which, of course, she meant she was
not bit like her mothers people, or
her. Rhoda was Mr.. Sherwood's
ward and Mrs. Sherwoods niece, and
as her aunt was desirous of seeing her
we'll married and off her hands, now
that she was we'll educated and out of
school, she had maneuvered skillfully
to get Phil Farnham down to the
beach that summer in order to throw
the two together. The first move in
her little game, however, promises
but victorious close.
Rhoda had been a trial to her aunt
ever since she had had her in charge.
Maud, now, was so totally different.
She did just what was expected Of
her, and had therefore very properly
ALLEN in love at once with the man
ler mother had selected, and now, du-
y engaged, was only waiting the COM
ng autumn in which to marry and
AXE her tour abroad, according to the
Usual manner Of girls in her set Rho
la, on the contrary, die nothing any
me expected Cfher. She bad refused
'oint blank, two splendid offers, both
If which her aunt approved and urged
and as matters looked now, she was
n fair way to avert, at least, a third
lrs. Sherwood consulted her son on