The Republican journal., 1876-10-05
My Aversion.
BY NJ. SEARL'

Hateful man despise him He is tn,
aversion of my existence, went ON, We
| hemently. Il wish he would take himsel
off to some distant cline, where woul,
never see or hear OF him again
Who, Madge?' lazily asked my sister
Violet.
Who? Why, Philip Rhysdale, Of course.
What can you mean p replied Violet
4 think his manners are perfect. and he
is so talented
Perfect manners! Think Of his telling
me, last night, he did not like too much
originality in woman; it made them
dsagreeable Was that good breeding
| felt like choking him.
What u little spitire you are, Madge !
said Violet, laughing. Il dare say yor
We're advancing some of your peculiar
ideas. You know you do talk strangely
AT times, stretching her pretty mouth in
yawn as she spoke. 'By-the-by, he i:
coming over this evening, to complete The
arrangements about the picnic
'Ah. | replied. Then | shall have to
don my lemon coored organdie'
Why Will you wear that hideous thing !?
said Violet. You know how he despises
the color
My principal reason for making prim-
rose out Of myself | said, coolly, pro
ceeding to array myself in the condemned
garment.
If you would only wear your pink
crepe, with black lace trimmings.' groan-
ed my sister. You have made fright
of yourself ever since we have been at
Aunt Sophie's. and all owing to what she
said to mother about Philip Rhysdae's
being snch an excellent match
Don't you think primroses would look
well in my hair, dear? | answered, ag-
gravatingly, holding my head to one side
and gazing at my reflection in the glass
Get a sun-hower at once, said Violet,
laughing in spite Of herself. But | would
not make an object of myself, for the sake
OF any man in the universe, no matter how
much detested him. or his tastes And
she surveyed me with a very scornful ex-
preston.
Usually | yielded to my sister in matters
relating to my wardrobe But as Philip
Rhysdale had happened to express his de-
testa,ion of yellow, one night, | had de-
clared myself in its favor ever since, con
triving to introduce various bows and ends
of the despised color in my hair and dress,
much to Niolet's Indignation
My sister and myself We're spending
the summer with an aunt. who lived near
Ii 1t was our first visit The people
we met were pleasant and soclaple, ana
the time would have passed delightfully."-,
had it not been for one drawback. I'M
fortunately, Amt was gifted with 4 genius
for matchmaking. She was anxious to
have us well settled III life, as she phrased
it, and was constantly mannuvring for
that end. Money was no object; we had
plenty Of worldly dross, and to spare );
but family that was her great point
The Nintons, that was our family name,
unfortunately, could not 90 back to their
great grandsires, and find them in the
revolutionary war, with pair of epau-
lettes on their shoulders; nor down in
the Old Dominion, on wide plantations,
with hundreds of servants at beck and
call.
1t was therefore our duty as Aunt
Sophy told our mother, ito marry into a
good family and our little, gentle moth
er agreed with her. as she always did in
everything.
Violet, who was a tall, queenly blonde,
with hair like sunshine, and eyes rs blue
as the flower whose name she bore, was
expected, by Aunt Sophy, to marry q
lord at least. She was not very wei
pleased, therefore. when, at the end o.
her first season, Violet became engaged
to Arthur Cuyler, of New York, fail
match, but no more.
Thus it came to pass, that was the on
ly one left. on whom to build her hopes
as she had no daughter of her own. Blu
was very different from Violet, being
petite in figure, and rs dark rs a gypsy.
Philip Physdale would be just the thing
for me, she decided. at last. He had ped
| igree of which any one might feel proud
However. | refused, most tlatly, at first, tt
| 90 to the Ferns, which was Aunt Sophy'
residence But Violet coaxed. and m,
mother pleaded. SO. finally. | consented
| But it was with a solemn determination
that not anything Philip Rhysdale coul'
say, or do, would be able to win my ia
vor, even in the slightest degree.
AS for the gentleman himself the un
conscious author of all my woes. dare
say should have liked him well enough
had | not been worried so about him be
forehand He was handsome and digni
fled, about thirty years old, very courte
Gus in his manners. and, as Violet said
exceedingly talented He had !, way
too, OF making people do as he pleased
way against which inwardly rebeled
and never lost an opportunity of thwart
ing. Every one liked him, except my
self, however; Aunt Sophy, Uncle Ned
my cousin Oscar, down, even to old Caesar
the gardener, who seldom had Il smile TO
any one.
AS MIR. Rhysdale's place adjoined tn
Ferns, we saw a great deal of him. Aun
Sophy had asked him to make it 'pleasan,
for her nelces, during their stay, AS if
would not have been twice over as pleas
ant without him. I told Violet, angrily
lie and | had clashed from the first
We could not ;gree upon a single point
Eyen the color of dress was source c
the lemon-colored one, in which | wa
now arrayed tor the first time, for the ex
press purpose of annoying him; and
most llaring yellow it was, without any
thing to relieve its brightness.
went slowly down the broad staircase
feeling ridiculously like a sunflower, ye
inwardly cogitating how would manag
to provoke Mr.. Rhysdale to open CON
ment on my dress.
The first person | met was Uncle Net
'Halloo, Fireflyn he cried. Where di
you get that yellow gown? Have 20
been using up all my prmroses for dye
The fairies made it, Uncle Ned | IT
piled. Does it please your worship?'
My cousin Oscar, a bright, handsom
boy Of seventeen, now came up.
Tell me, oh, maiden, didst thou fashio
that gorgeous attire out of yon golde
cloudP' he cried, dramatically, strikin
an attitude as he spoke. and gazing ;
me through his fingers.
Talking of golden Clouds said clea
voice, at that instant, and Mr. Rhysdal
came up, neither of us having seen h
approach before. the sunset, tonight. II
minded me Of one saw in Rome, Las
year.
Rome, the City of Sunsets = criee
enthusiastically. 1T is the desire of m