Knoxville journal. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1874-1986, 1877-01-17
r.. s,.ry or two Hairs.

the story Of TWO H
And 90 you never heard how the
,..,a afFair between Roy Legitimate
md Cynthia Queen ended? thought
Won knew all aboutit; but now ! re-
member you went abroad that sum
mer. and my letter containing the
narticsIars never reached you.
Well, If you care to hear the story
now. / don't mind being story seiiei
for an hour or so. Take that
rocker-there's fan on the table De-
side you; never use them myself;
don't believe in them for cooiins
purposes, and wouldn't care u 'he
spanish women had the whole lot q
,em-and hand me my stocking
basket. I'll darn while | spin my
varu-which is a rythme, ana y
much better one than some OF our
new-fangled poets are fond OF 'n"N
ing or trying to make.
You see, Cynthia Queen, or as we
school girls named her, "Queen Cyh-
thla.n was a mighty high.strung
eirI. proud and honorable, but bad
tampered, and rather apt TO take adj
vantage OF the title we had given her
and be a little domineering on occa-
sIons. Wasn't she handsome,
though? tall, finely formed, with the
darkest hair / ever saw, braided In
broad cornet at the back of her
head, and eyes just as dark, and only
wanting more depth to be perfectly
beautiful. And then her skin
such q clear, warm brown! There's
nothing ever seen like 1t nowadays
when blondes and brunettes are oil
powdered aIike-the silly things!
we weren't bit surprised when
Roy Legitimate fell in love with
her, though he wasn't as old by a
year or two, and not quite as tall.
He was good looking fellow, with
brown hair that curled In summer
and waved all the rest of the time,
bright, restless, hazel eyes, a wom-
anish mouth, and a rather weak
chin--He seemed perfectly daft
about Cynthia at first, and was for
ever wandering through the woods
with her, or lying at her feet, gazing
10 in her face as though she were an
angel straight from the skies, or ac-
oompanying himself on the piano In
a pretty, careless way while he sang
he had nice tender, love-songy
voice-"Queen Of my SOUL" and
STARRY eyes," and "Shine out, fair
Cynthia" and oil that sort OF thing.
The boquets he brought or sent her
and they numbered three day
were always made Of crimson and
yellow flowers, "crimson and gold
being the only colors nut-bro
queen should wear" he said; and so
every night Cynthia wore a crimson
flower in her bosom and a golden
one In her hair. Once, i remember,
II was cluster OF fanny, spicy mas
turtiums that glowed In tho dark
cornet; and / declare ! never could
bear to think Of them In connection
with pickles since that night.
Besides me, Queen Cynthia had
two other intimate friends, and be-
Ing hers, It naturally followed that
they should be mine too. "The
four inseparables" our classmates used
to call US. One was Bell Gould, nick
named, OF course. "Golden Bell"
but In reality there was nothing
golden about her except her name,
for she was enough like Cynthia,
although of smaller pattern, to have
been her sister, but sweeter In dis
moro coquettish in her
and brighter in all her
ways. And as for dancing Queen
rarely danced, she thought IL undig-
nitied amusement Bell danced like
/ fairy; "her feet beneath her petit
coats like little mice stole In and
putt" though, when you think OF 1t,
that's rather nonsonsicai, If ] may
I've allowed to say 80, seeing that IL
was some genius or other who wrote
L.
The other was Noticeable Small,
IN outlandish name, which we voted
mt OF the question tho moment we
ct eyes on her, and from that mo.
nent she became "Small Hetty."
queer-looking, tiny thing she was
With great blue baby eyes and long
elbow crinkly hair floating about
sr shoulders and falling way be-
3w her waist--not like the sunshine
r dandelioDs, or gold, or anything
ut itself; strange mixed yellow,
,uch darker at the back Of her head,
nan above her brow and on her
.mples. Besides her hair and eyes
and only a few people thought
ZEN, pretty she had nothing pretty
bout her. Her face was pale and
lin, her mouth large, with full red
ps that scarcely ever parted ia a
nile, and when they did, disclosed
so rows OF irregular littIe-lamb
sefIl; her nose almost snub, her
cure that OF a child OF twelve, and
or hands, well, bird claws. She
as the youngest Of our party
venteen but looked at least two
.ars younger; had no accomplish.
ents; couldn't sing, couldn't dance,
uidn't talk.
I don't know why we liked Small
city, unless II was because she was
,0r, had no father or mother, and
Is iii treated by an old dragon OF
. aunt. We we're her only friends,
, and 1 suupn@a lfked hap f,r