The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1878-07-04

| villa O0tOf0 the sweet OOOrS Oh grass
and flowers got fair hold of my senses,
or the strange stiffness of everything
ceased to confuse me.
1t was delicious place; the house
was white and wide and low, and GOV.
cred with jessamine and honeysuckle,
and shaded on three sides by broad
veranda, upon which the French win
dows Of tEe'sitting-room opened. The
stables and kitchen were out of sight
and smell somewhere; the lawn was
cool with trees, and the bright swiftly
| flowing river shown at the bottom of it.
A lady sat in q cane camp-chair in the
veranda, reading the paper; she heard
our voices and rose, and I was intro
duced to Mrs. Sinclair. My friend had
made good selection; she was hand
some, well-dressed, courteous, hospita-
BILE, without knowing it. BY which,
as cannot read peoples hearts, Of
course mean that she gave one the i'm
preston of not knowing it. She rath-
er patronized me as being q benighted
bachelor, after the manner of matrons
of twenty. !.
1t was about five o'clock IN the after
AAOOA1s StAAN SIO W0uUCO W u0vC ukuuCI
for me in couple of hours, but, of
course, 1 would not let them alter their
domestic arrangements, so l had q
light snack then and there, after which
l declared my readiness to take to the
water.
Passing out onto the lawn, accord
ingly, 1 found another lady with Mrs.
Sinclair, and was made acquainted
with Miss Filmer, quiet, retiring lit
tie girl, rather nice looking when you
came to notice her particularly, which
one might very well neglect doing when
there were several other girls present.
Mrs. Sinclair called her Daisy, and a
most appropriate name it was for her.
The boat-house, which was also ar
ranged as convenient bath-house, Civ
ing promise Of an early plunge next
morning, contained an out rigger, .
canoe and a skiff. The latter, which
was afloat and only fastened by a pad
lock, was loosened; the ladies seated
themselves in the stern, Mrs. Sinclair
taking the tiller, and as her husband
remembered that had rowed on the
stroke-side at the University I was
placed on the after-thwart, in easy con-
versational contact with them. When
Sinclair wanted to join in the talk he
had to raise his voice and to demand
repetition of any laughter-causing OBJ
servatiOn with a "What's that?''
l had not rowed for some time and
my hands were rather tender, but
took it easy and saved them.
1t was calm and glowing evening,
the scenery was that which like best,
the conversation of the ladies was by
no means of furbelows, as Sinclair had
put it, but clever, natural and interest
ing, so that I was enjoying myself
thoroughly and no longer calculated on
an early departure.
care you talking about bOoks?''
cried Sinclair from the bows. mind
what you say, Kate; Jones there is an
authority
mo, no." said I; II am only a
hanger-on to journalism"
"Oh, am so glad that you are lit
erary man. do SO want q really good
opinion about q certain book. Miss
Filmer, you must know, is an author
ess."
"Oh, no, Kater'
"You are, Daisy, and you are great
deal too diffident. Diffidenceis great
bar to success, is it not, Mr.. Jones?''
"In my proper profession, the law,
it certainly would be fatal,'' 1 replied,
laughing. 81 think that in authorship
little confidence is just as well. But
what is your work, Miss Filmer-a
novelr'
"No. though I am accused of diff
dence, was so ambitious as to write
verses. But was rightly punished for
my temerity, and their worthlessness
was fully exposed"
"The most disgraceful, the most I'M
manly, cowardly attack that was ever
pennedr' cried Mrs. Sinclair, indig-
nantly. "Some of the poems are beau
tiful; all show originality and talent;
you shall see them for yourself, Mr..
Jones, and judge"
"Oh, no, please!'' said Miss Filmer,
who looked really distressed.
81 hope you will not refuse me the
pleasure of reading them," said 1.
"She cannot; you shall have my
copy" cried Sinclair, from behind me.
Il am no judge of poetry myself, but
l thought them capital, and SO did the
enthusiastically, you know, because
he printed them without making any
charge"
:" am afraid he has lost money, poor
man." sighed the poetess.
"Oh, Miss Filmer! What was the
name of the review that attacked youp''
"The Blassk Reuiesc,'' replied Mrs.
Sinclair for her friend. "Did you ever
hear of it?''
eyes," said I, as carelessly as
could, but bit of lump began to rise
n my throat; II have seen the period
ical. Did Miss Filmer publish under
her own name?"
"No, she took the nom de PLANE Of
Dora fortunately; think she would
hardly ever have got over the attack, il
it had not been for the shelter of 9
pseudonym."
"Mr. Jones will think me very thin
skinned" said Miss Elmer, with .
smile; 'but do not think that should
have taken any fair criticism of my
book, however severe, to heart. Indeed
some were kind and some were harsh
and I set them against one another
| Out tuAo P1HtACuA0A nOUAC0 SCOAcu W w
dictated by personal malice, for i
sought to turn me into ridicule, as wei
as my work. It made me feel as if
had done bold and unwomanly thing
and certainly cured me forever of au
thorship. No success would compen
safe one for being made the subject o
such attacks"
If l give you my real name, which o
course is not Jones, You would recog
nize the fact that am not general,
i considered deficient in that useful for
ensic quality suppose we call
brass. Even in those early days wa
not easily put out Of countenance. Blu
on that occasion I did wish that th
bottom Of the boat would open, and
fr;ons31Vy herbal If vha1o- 1sho rrn,,o,