American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1878-04-27
A LITTLE FILTRATION.

Twas spending few weeks at coun-
try hotel in beautiful country town to
be near my old friend, Mrs. Merton.
Besides being dear and old, she was
very odd, and always invited her friends
to be her guests by paying their bills at
the next door to her. She said she
couldn't bear to have folks see her eat,
and If strangers were in the house at
night, she lay awake fearing they would
have fits. One old gentleman did, and
frightened her nearly out of her senses.
/ always spent the time between meals
and the evenings in her large, low,
home-like parlor, and tner betook my
self to my coy room at Mr.. Harriman's
One day so many gentlemen appeared
at the table where only maiden ladies
and q few summer boarders were
seen, that inquired the cause from my
pretty next neighbor, who, with her
equally pretty cousin, was staying with
her grandparents at the house.
Why, it's court-week,' said Miss
Netty. "Isnt' it lovely to see SO many
nice-looking men at the table? l told
Molly that if we didn't daily take our
walks abroad to keep up our knowledge,
we should be calling gentlemen Miss
and Mrs. by the time winter set in. /
thought when that one young man APP
peared with that last invoice of old
maids, that could realize tie feeling of
the women of Fayal-isn't itP-who
treasure their men as precious jewels,
and run and hold umbrellas over them
to protect them from the rays of the
burning SUM-"
laughed at Miss Netty's nonsense,
and took survey of the gentlemen. One
handsome man of about 80, who sat OPP
posite to us, particularly attracted my
attention. He had a ve-y merry face,
and q mischievous look about the eyes.
He soon began to make conversation
with the young ladies, and seemed es-
pecially amused with Miss Netty.
"I've found out his name," said Net
ty to me the next day. eft is Moore;
not Tom Moore, nor Rory O'More, but
w. H. Moore, Esq. Don't you think he
is eIegant?'
"He is certainly very handsome -
said I. ''Be careful, my dear; don't
fiirt, or be flirted with
!" MercyI' said Netty, with a very in
nocent air, :" never did such thing in
my lifel Why, don't know how. How
do you do it?''
couldn't help laughing at the little
hypocrite.
"Don't ask me-" said 1. 81 never
heard of such a thing when 1 was
young; was married before it was in
fashion,
81 really feel aggrieved,' said Netty.
IS Here, Molly just think-Mrs.M Morrison
accuses me of flirting. Did you ever hear
of such a thing?"
SO Yes, have,', said Molly. "Why,
Mrs. Morrison, that poor young man
that was here before the lawyers came
Mr.. Goodrich, you KNOWS brought
! nearly to the verge of the grave by this
wicked giri.''
"'The cat doth play,
rs4 And after slay,'
u all Can LINK OF. one USED 10 walk
these piazzas by moonlight with him.
and every beam and plank has listened
to his vows, and hers, too, I've no
doubt. He used to brush the early dew
to get ferns for her, and the long illness
of the little Harrimans will testify to
the amount OF beautifully poisoned can
dy he brought her. She has his proto-
graph in every position known to the
modern Photographer stuck in her look
ing-glass, with date on the back OF
each, and that young man has at least a
bakers dozen of rosebuds-only OF rose
buds. Poor fellow! he thinks he's the
only man in the world when Netty looks
at him-at least, he did before Moore
came; and he's the nicer of the two,
think
$50 don't T. said Netty.
As was only in the hotel at meal
times, saw very little of my neighbors
Miss Netty prepared Mr.. Moore's salad
every day, and he cracked nuts for her
He always wore a little flower in his
button-hole nowadays, and she one at
her throat. One day be said at dinner
that pale-blue was his favorite color.
and at tea the young lady appeared in 9
dainty blue muslin.
"My thanks" said Mr.. Moore, look
ing admiringly at her and bowling.