American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1876-10-21

on. There came hush at last. The
shower was going round, Mr.. Harmon
said to Cid. He was thankful for her
sake. He had the warmest sympathy
for those who suffered from dread of
thunder-storms. 1t was a constitutional
timidity, he thought, impossible to con-
troll.
Yes, she believed it was, Cid answer
ed, constrainedly, quite herself again,
the danger being past. Should she
discuss her personal peculiarities with
''pathetic" fortune-t teller? The saints
forbid!
Rather benumbed by her frigidity,
he addressed himself to me.
I" You are the Miss Curtis, are you
notp Excuse me-you perceive l have
studied the hotel register, and seeing
that name, Immediately fancied 1 de-
tected in YOU a resemblance to certain
relatives of mine of the same name.
wonder if our families are not distantly
connected? Is not my surname ia
miliar?''
"No, sir, not at all" But need not
have spoken with such unf1attering en-
ergy. 1 was ashamed, the next mo-
ment, when the emblematic'' clair
voyant turned away with an air OF
wounded pride.
"He has gentlemanly manners, I'm
free to confess" said Cid, a little COM
punctiously, as we pursued our journey
shut where it comes to his claiming
kindred with a girl of your standing.
it's little too presumptuous. Do you
know, Laura, I had strange feeling
come over me whenever 1 caught his
eye, feeling as if he might bewitch me
somehow 1 don't think it is safe to
have any thing to do with such per.
son."
But we had not yet parted company
with him. At the next wooded hill we
found him waiting to offer us seats il
his carriage. A pine tree, uprooted by
the lightning, had fallen across the road
so near the ground that it left scant
passage for the open buggy. To draw
our sky-scraping rockaway under this
blockade was out of the question; nei
Their could it pass to the right or lef
because of the numerous trees. In thi:
predicament we could do no otherwise
than accept Mr.. Harmon's escort, with
thanks, and, deserving our too-aspiring
vehicle, ride home in the low buggy
with John tied on behind.
"Harmon," unused my father, thai
evening, after prayers Harmon
There's no such family in town, Laura
and there never was. wish 1 had
seen the fellow. He's been making
game of you. But don't lie awake ovel
it, and be late at church in the morn
ing"
With shame be it spoken, we were
late, to my fathers chagrin, who, a.
deacon, felt it especially incumbent
upon himself and family to show every
respect to the new candidate, distant
cousin, whom we were to invite to din
ner. That divine was reading the
opening hymn as we entered, and
shall never forget Cid's look of startled
incredulity as she recognized in hin
our "pathetic clairvoyant.
After service my father introduced
him as Mr.. Tyrrel, and Cid, in her con
fusion, greeted him as Mr.. Harmon
straightway abiding to his kindness O.
yesterday, at which my father pricket
up his ears, and declared there must be
some strange misunderstanding. Wa.
his cousin aware he had given these
young ladies the impression that he wa.
necromancer, or something of tina
sortp
Indeed, no. though he had been pain
fully conscious of their disapproval
Mr.. Tyrrel answered, with an uncom
Portable smile. Then, suddenly break.
ing into a most unclerical laugh:
"Harmon, did you call me, Miss
Greenwood All! have it. You must
have COMPOUNDED me with an individual
of that name who pressed his card upon
me at the Dixmont Hotel But how did
you know him to be olairvoyant? He
didn't register himself as such.''
Mr.. Tyrrel had inadvertently given
us Mr.. Harmon's card in place of his
own, Cid laughingly explained, blush
ing beneath his eye, which evidently
did exercise some strange bewitchment
over her.
"You said it wasn't safe to have any
thing to do with such person, and now
l realize it," groaned 1, as between
laughing and crying, I arranged her
wedding veil, the next Christmas. "Oh,
Cid. Cid, to think you should desert me
for my ministerial cousin!''
And that teasing brother of mine called
out from the doorway, "don't blame
me; I didn't delegate you to take John
to pasture. ''-Harper's Bazaar.