The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-07-07
THE YOUNG LADY FROM BOSTON.


Farmer Wilbor of his brother, as at
evening they sat in the porch of the old
homestead.
eyes; but 1 shall sleep as have not
for months" said the young professor
from college. 81 have abused
my brains lately; but / hope much
from few weeks of outdoor life.
"I see you have muscle yet, and that
is the main thing; but you'll find it dull
stayin' here-no society for you.
"No, thank heavenl" said the profess
sor, pertaining the air with a choice
cigar.
"There is the young lady from Bos-
ton" quoth Mrs. Wilbor, coming to the
door.
"The Vhat ~ asked Prof. jim" as
she called him, for politeness' sake.
sob, we have taken summer board
era Miss Emerson, from Boston"
"The deuce yoT have u was what the
gentleman wanted to say. He swallowed
It down with the quick thought that,
in hard times a paying visitor might be
better than privileged one, and he, be-
ing the last, must not stand in the way
of the first.
"Don't you like Boston ladies 2"
dress-sleeves.
"Oh, like everything wonderful in
art and nature /; but just no'O, as the
organ-grinder put it, i know the value
O. peace and quietness.
"She won't hurt you-will she ?"
"She viii talk to me--she can't help
it, for il is her nature to- She will
start discussions on the Over-Soul and
pre- Raphaeitism. want to talk about
prize pigs and dig potatoes, get an APP
petite ike a savage and wear ont my old
shirts. How caa do it all in the
atmosphere of young lady from
Boston,"
easy as not" grunted the farmer.
"No i am foiled. L know the race.
L had hoped 70 be at rest-to flee to
some spot where-where with salaam
TO tho farner) "only man is vile."
"Don't let her know" suggested
Mrs. Wilbor, "that you have an idee on
them heathenish subjects. We can pass
you off as farmland, hired for the
busy season"
"Sarah Wilbor, 1 am proud TO be. by
marriage, related TO you You have
made the telling speech of the evening, u
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 and keep
your mouth shut, aud maybe she won
know the schoolmaster is abroad"
agreed !" cried the professor, and
went to bed in serenity.
He was not averse to being enter
tanned, ii no social demands were made
upon him. He was even now pleased al
seeing the young Indy from Boston
but in the morning lie had forgotten hel
existence.
About one week later the professor
was at work in cornAeld at one side
was creek, in whose clear water the
COWS rllrninated under willows that over
hung the bank. Beyond were flats
overgrown with greenest flags, and the1
wheat-fields, with rolling hills in the
distance.
Near him, az he stood at the further
end OF the lot, was a patch of woods, int
whose long shadows the professor wal
gazing. He could not be said to be {
steady hand ct farming. he bad more
= shaii once hoppsd work and plunged il
there among the Pickering lights anC
falling acorns, and showed far more en-
thusiaenn over some tiny bit of vegeta
ton than over the pigs Which he pro
Messed 10 ADMIRE
That1 Jay he was planning O simila
slight uI,on the corn-hills which he wa
hoeing, vhen-out from wing of tn,
wood dsrted ignre, which sped by hin
on the wind, and left him with two con
siicting ideas-W Was it an escaped lunatic
was it the farmers scarecrow, who O
a sudden felt its life in every limb2 For
beyond him when he turned was tin
fiutter Of flying garments streaming
from the Atalanta-like figure which fe
first here, then there, now toward til
creek, NS if for a raid upon The cows, nov
back and OF again at tangent; Will
ever stretched out before it, and wildl
brandished IN the air, was slende
wand, ending IN hoop, and net dis
tended like a balloon.
Ere the astonished professor coul
draw his breath, the ground was smitte
with the wand, the balloon fitted over
distant corn-hiil, capping it like bee
hive, aud the luuatic sank on her knee
before it,
"Professor jim" strobe before it /
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one animated Interrogation point
He reached the spot, and a
Che FIRST nearus glance wcul
fain have retreated; but it wa
too late. It was the young lady fror
Boston. She had seen him, and she ha
marked him for her own. What sh
was doing was mystery but she hel
self, on closer proximity, was not at a
PC like scarecrow, Whatever might be sal
on the lunstic question. The puffs an
Aounces aud sashesof her buff morning
dress had been all afoat on the breeze
but now settled about her like a canar
bird ruffled plumage. Her scarlt
hooded cape hung from her neck, int
H.. which had tumbled her light-brown hail
and what could be seen of her face froI
under sun-hat the size of Chimes
pagoda was not at all ugly. Cheek,