Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1878-06-24
Pretty Mrs. ogilvie.


dainty mauve erection on her head,
which presumably she calls bonnet, l
know at once how it will be. And of
course the other sex will range them
selves on her side to man that is also
beyond question.
AS gaze at the delicate profile before
me, the coils of golden hair. the COM
plexion like the inside of a sea she'll,
the slender, milk-white throat and the
long dark eyelashes, which droop mod
estly over the glorious gray eyes. shall
[ own that I steal a glance of disapprov-
al at Mary Anne-my Mary Annette
partner of my joys and sorrows for twen-
ty years and the mother of my six chill
dren? Mary Anne's figure is somewhat
overblown, her hair is tinged with gray
and the complexion of her good-humored
face is slightly rubicund. But she has
been a good wife to me, and feel, with
a twinge of compunction, that l have no
right to be critical, as think of shin
ing spot on the top of my own head. and
of little box | received from the den
tist only month ago, carefully secured
from observation. But as we emerge
from church draw myself up and try
to look my best as we pass the trailing
native robes. Jack, one of our six, STUN
bles over the train, which gives me an
opportunity of raising my hat and apol-
ogizing for the brat's awkwardness and
| am rewarded with sweet smile and
an upward glance out of the great gray
eyes which is simply Intoxicating.
1--WE must call on Mrs. Ogilvie at
once" | observe to Mary Anne as We
proceed across the fields on our home
ward walk. 'It is my duty as her land
lord to find out if she is comfortable.
She is lady-like person." 1 continue,
automatically forbearing to allude to
the obvious beauty; land l dare say,
my dear, you will find her an agreeable
neighbor"
"Lady-ikc !" cries my wife, with a
ring of indignation in her voice. 81
don't call it lady-like to come to quiet
country church dressed as if she were
going to a fower-show. Besides, she is
painted. A color like that can't be nat
taRgghh With little rn dhtsa,l5iat alite .5aal;
and glitter"
"But, my DEAR" l demonstrated,
perhaps she did not know how very
countrifed and bucolic our congregation
is; and 1 really do think it will be very
unneighborly if we don't call. 1t must
be very dull for her to know no one." l
ignore the remark about the paint, but
in my heart give the assertion an en-
phatic contradiction.
Mrs. Ogilvie has rented small cot
tage which l own in the west country
village in which l am the principal doc
tor She is the wife of naval officer
who is away in the Flying Squadron,
and had settled in our sleepy little ham.
let to live quietly during his absence
All her references have been quite unex.
ceptionable, and, indeed, she is slightly
known to our Squire. as is also her alb
sent husband. "a splendid fellow ht
is," Mr.. Dillon tells me; islands siz
feet in his stockings, and is as handsom,
as Apollo; indeed, don't believe tina
: for good looks you could find such an
other couple in England"
The following day Mary Anne. will
f but little persuasion, agrees to accompa
f ny me to the cottage to call on Mrs
Ogilvie. The door is opened by nea
, maid d-servant. She is at home, and W
; are ushered into the drawing-room
> which we almost fail to recognize, s
: changed is it.
Presently Mrs. Ogilvie comes in. look
: ing, If possible, even lovelier than sh
did the day before. She is in simpl
/, white dress, with here and there a knc
n of blue ribbon about it. and she has
a bit of blue also in her golden hair. He
7 manner is as charming as her looks, an
!" she thanks my wife with pleasant, CO
e dial words for being the first Of h'
V neighbors to take compassion on h
le Loneliness. | can see that my Mai
Anne, whose heart is as large as her Fl
n ure, basely deserts the female tactic
p and goes over to the enemy. Mrs. Og
d vie is very young, still quite girl. q
s. though she has been married three yea
=, she tells US.
ne at is dreadful that Frank shou
=, - have to go away" she says. and t
in tears we'll up in her large gray eye
eb that is the worst of the service. Sc
1t here is his photograph lifting ca
NJ from the table and showing it to Ma
,ro Anne. "Is he not handsome
ch He is most undeniably so, if the Iii
ore ness speaks truth, and we both say {
,nt Mary Anne, with the privilege of
~. ~. sex and age, adding word as to
t a beauty of the pair.
IT'S 80, yes,' replied Mrs. Ogilvie. wi
to out the smallest embarrassment
Oh are always called the handsome c
vou ple.'"
lah I suppose something of nv aston