, 1876-08-05
The Young Lady from Boston.

stead.
Yes; but shall sleep as | have moi
Tor months" said the young protrssoi
from C---Colege IL have abused
my brains lately; but hope much irou
A few weeks of outdoor life"
II see you have muscle yet, and that
is the main thing; but you'll find it dull
-tayin' here--no society for you.'
No, thank heaven y said the pro-
lessor, pertuming the air with choice
cigar.
There is the young lady from Bos'
ton" quoth Wilbor, coming to the door
"The what 2" asked Prof JIM as
she called him, for politeness' sake.
"Oh, we have taken summer boarder
a Miss Emerson, from Boston,
THE deuce you have!' was what the
gentleman wanted to say. He swallowed
it down with the quick .thought that, in
hard times paying visitor might be
better than privileged one, and he, be.
ing the asst, must not stand in the way
OF the first.
Don't you like Boston ladies 2"
asked his sisterin law, unrolling hei
ress.sleeVes.
"Oh, l like everything wonderful in
art and nature; but just now, as the
organ grinder put it, Il know the value
o peace and quietness.'
"She won't hurt you-will she ~
"She will talk to me--sho can't help
il, for it is her nature to- She will
start discussions ON the 0yer.Soul and
pre-. Raphaelltism. want to talk about
prize pigs and dig potatoes, get an ap
petite like savage and wear out my old
shirts. How can l do it all in the at
mosphere of a young lady from Bos-
ton I"
Easy as not" grunted the farmer.
"No; am toiled. know the race.
I had hoped to be at rest--to flee to
some spot where where" with salaan
to the farmer "only man Is vile"
Don't let her know" suggested Mrs.
Wilbor, "that you have on idee on them
heathenish subjects We can pass you
off as Farmland, hired for the busy
season."
Sarah Wilbor, / AIN proud to be, by
marriage, related to you1 You have
made the telling speech OF the evening""
said the professor.
you amt got much beauty to spoil,
anyway" added the farmer; and you're
black enough to be sunburned; anyway,
let your hair run wild aul keep your
mouth shut, and maybe sho won't know
the schoolmaster is abroad"
"Agreedw cried the professor, and
went to bed in serenity.
He was not sverse to being enter
tanned, if no social demands were made
upon him. He was even now pleased at
seeing the young lady from Boston; hut
in the morning he had forgotten her ex-
istence.
About one week later the professor
was at work in cornfeld; at one side
was o creek, in whose clear water the
cows ruminated under willows that over
hung the bank. Beyond were fats,
overgrown with greeuest flags, and then
wheat fields, with rolling hills in the dis
tance.
Near him, as lio stood at the further
end of the lot, was patch of woods,
into whose long shadows the professor
was gazing. He could not be said to be
steady hand at farming. He had more
than once dropped work and plunged in
there among tho Pickering lights and
falling scorns, and showed far more en-
thuslasm over some tiny bit of vegeta-
ton than over the pigs which he pro-
iessed to admire.
That day he was planning similar
slight upon the corn hills which he was
hoeing, when out from wing OF the
wood darted figure, which sped by him
on the wind, and left him with two con-
aicting ideas-was it an escaped lunatic
was it the farmers scarecrow, who of a
sudden felt its life in every limbl For,
beyond him when he turned was the
autter Of flying garments streaming from
the Atalanta. like figure which fed first