The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1877-12-13

lace, ana making room 1Or MIN Ou tHc
seat beside her. "You all make a
mountain out of mole-hill. You are
determined to have me an invalid
"Its because we love you SO much"
said Mr.. Spur, in a tender under-tone.
and pulling his mustache with senti-
mental air. MIR. Spur was much given
to Juggling at his mustache, which was
weak and whitish-looking. Ben said he
pulled it to make it grow fast; but SO
far his efforts had not been crowned
with success.
Lute's only reply was another danger
Gus smile.
Cousin Reuben, who had seated HIM
self off at some distance, now looked
up and said, gravely, You have a very
bad cold. You are quite hoarse this
evening. You must let me mix you
some medicine before you 60 to bed.''
Thanks, no." returned Lutte, cool
w. Il prefer bad cold-to something
worse"
| "You needn't fear my giving you
disagreeable medicine" he said smil-
ing.
Il wasn't abiding to any bad taste
in your medicine; was thinking of
the effects of it; it might make me
worse off than am now" she said,
looking studiously away from him, and
whistling little under her breath.
He looked at her in surprise as he
caught the sting of her remark, and his
dark face Redeemed; but he answered,
quietly, - You will do as you please; l
press my services on no One."
Grandpa had fallen into one of his
reveries and had heard nothing that
passed. MIR. Spur was too well-bred
to show any surprise at this little pas
sage of arms but Ben wasn't. He
stared at his sister for while in a
markedly astOnished and indignant
manner, and then said. in good, strong
English, .'Lute, you're a brute and de-
serve a good whipping" With that
young Master Farra went his way in
disgust.
"Ahem! it's a very delightful even
ing" observed Mr.. Spur, anxious to
change the subject, and saying the first
thing that popped into his head. "Do
you like the spring, Miss Lutie?''
Il do" responded Miss Lutte. taking
her eyes from the tree at which she had
been calmly looking and dropping them
| on him. likewise summer, autumn
and winter-I like 'em ALL
"But which do you like best?" urged
Mr.. Spur, as though he took vital in
terest in her answer.
II haven't the rem 0test idea. This
has been such delicious spring that
just now spring is rather favorite."
"Most ladies like spring." said Mr..
Spur, gallantly. '''Tis the season of
| flowers and budding leaves-and-a
Fresh onions and green pease,' said
Lutte, laughing. Its a good time for
fishing, too. DO you ever go fishing,
Mr.. Spur? I'm devoted to it."
emo; I'm not especially attached
to it. believe Reuben, there is. Aren't
you, DOCTOR
"Yes, like to fish when l have the
time of for it, which l never do" re-
piled the doctor coming out of brown
study. mot that have such an inn
mense practice" he continued, hastily,
seeing slight curl on Lute's lips; ''but
what leisure l have think l ought to
devote to study
| II wonder you are not studying
now," said Mr.. Spur. II never saw
such an old bookworm as he is, Miss
Lutte. He looks as if he grudges stop
ping study to talk to me when drop in
to see him." The doctor drew his long
beard up over his lips to hide the smile
on them. I'm be bound, now, he
doesn't waste much Of his precious con-
versation on you all here"
1--WE rarely see him except at meals"
replied Lutte indifferently. 81 feel like
taking walk. Would you like to go,
MIR. Spurr?"
II should be delighted responded
that gentleman, CALAMITY, twirling his
mustache. You had better put some
thing around you, Miss Lutte
"Bring me my shawl out of the hall,
them" said Miss Lutte, rising and shak-
ing out her draperies. Grandpa, you
had better go in now; it is getting cool
out here"
"Child, you oughtn't to 60 out this
late in the evening"" said grandpa,
anxiously. "Reuben, it is too cool for
her to 60 out, is it not?"
"Cousin Lutte thinks she knows what
is best for her, said the doctor, dis
family.
Pm going to wrap up well. grand
pa" said Lutte, taking the shawl-a
fieecy, white thing-from Mr.. Spur s
hand, and arranging it around her be-
comingly. "Please let me CO., and
she kissed him and hung around him
in way that came near making Rich
ard Spur crazy.
"Well, go along, then,'' said grand
pa, looking at her fOndly: II don't see
why she lets that young Spur 60 with
her SO much" he continued, as they
walked off arm in arm. - 1 hope she
won't fall in love with him.
Il don't see how she could.'' re-
sponded Reuben, watching them rather
grimly. "She has too much sense to
fall in love with such arattlebrain as he.
"My dear boy" said grandpa,
slowly, "did you ever hear of a
woman using her sense when she was
in love? The smarter they are the
greater fools it makes them. The love.
Hest woman l ever knew made herself
an idiot over an ugly, little, high-tem.
pered wretch-and married him, too
Never be surprised at anything 8
woman may do when she is in love-
The doctor lighted cigar and puffed
} away in thoughtful silence. He finished
the cigar, and grandpa went in to bed
and to sleep, and to snore; but the
promenaders did not return. He tossed
the blazing stump away, with a NUT
tered something that was not exactly .
benediction, and marched off to bed with
very resolved air and a much-rough
} ened forehead.
The next afternoon was so tempting
} that Lutte found it impossible to sit II
the house and work. 1t seemed sir
to stay indoors while there was sucl
sunshine and such fresh green outside
So she put on her sun-bonnet, and, will
Endymion'' in one hand and her fish
ing-tackle in the other, set out for tn,
pond, to spend the afternoon in way
: after her own heart. I" Farra's Pond, >
, as it was called, was the admiration
and envy of the whole county. 1t wa
, in deep hollow, shaded by beautiful
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