, 1876-08-05

pinchng- is the woman OF it
Butterfly collections hobby first, and
that is the Boston Of it. Well, | shall
have amusement, mayhmp.'
Mrs. Wllbor, that darkcomplcXioncd
young farmer ot yours lns an intelligent
face" 1t was Miss Emerson who spoke
and who sat one evening with the tar'
mers wife. On this occasion her hair
was cxquisitcly smooth, her attire fault
less, and her manner rcposc itself
Yes; Jim isn't wooden headed. He
always had honkcring after learning.
"Can he read and write y
Mercy yes, child every New Eng
land fellow can do more than that"
"Of course. Wells he much of a
reader ~
Pretty considcrable-newspapers and
what he picks up. He never will be
satisfied that he knows enough
II like that" said the young lady,
with ardor; it Is very commendable i'll
such person"
"To be sure,' eiggled Mrs. Wilbor
over wash.towel she was hemming,
" his hand writing might be better; !
can hardly make it out"
Doubtless he came of good stock, y
said Miss Emerson, who, in Il mild little
way, used to deal out Oliver Wendell
Holmes theories. lie has good nc.
cent; he talks of very common things,
but his ideas are clear cut"
Yes" said wicked Mrs. Wilbor, "if
you could draw him out, you would do
him good"
"Then | will certainly try returned
the young lady from Boston, her soul
filled with philanthropic sentiments.
Meanwhile the professor of Greek,
Latin, and bellies lettres, washed his un-
blushing face in the tin basin behind the
kitchen-door, and "smilel and smiled"
and was Just as determined to be, to IL
limited extent, "a villain still. A little
later he came out and sat down on the
lowest step Of the piazza, considerably
below Miss Emerson. After while Mrs,
WilLor was called away, and the two
wers. left together The last flush of
daylight was fading off the tep OF the
oak trees, the crickets and tree-toads
we're chirpiug noisily; while from altar
came the faint bleat of lamb, or, nearer,
the twitter of some restless bird among
the branches
II suppose You are very weary after
the days work, James," said Miss Emer-
son, kindly"
"Yes, ma'am" meekly returned PRO
fessor jim. lie had spent most OF this
day on his back in the woods, evolving
ideas for an article in the fall Quarterly.
And so you have little time for read.
ing, of which Mrs. Wilbor tells ME you
are fond :"
"Yes, ma'am."
What kind of books do you like
best, James 2"
"Them as has the most in EN-" said
the p ofessor, With an atrocous attempt
to fall into dialect.
"Ah, very true! Did you ever read
Froissart's Chronicles I"
"Jshes" knew that to be in character
he had best say no; but he remembered
the father OF his country, and compro-
missed on the lie by saying: I've heard
it spoke Of"
This surprised Miss Emerson she
grew enthusiastic to develop this young
man, who seemed to have such an atten.
tive and retentive mind. She went on
drawing him out" and finally offered
to send home tor some more books,
which che was sure would interest him.
Averse to making her needless trouble,
and yet not knowing how to deter her,
the professor took from his pocket a
pencil and paper, and had the wit to say
he could put down their names and get
them from an excellent free library in
the near town.
"Let me see the list, pleasel" she
asked. "Hsye you them all rightly
named ~ She scanned his writing, won
dering how he had spelled all so exactly.