The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1878-04-25
No Love i'm a Cottage for Her.


"My soul yearns for the picturesque"
said the young man, steadying himself
on the gate.
La! mel you don't say!" came from
the girlish lips SO devastating to his
heart and ket-book-particular in
ice-cream time.
"I love nature" he continued sadly,
remorselessly biting as much of his frail
mustache as could be reached.
Why, Fred what naughty boy
you are, and / won't like you bit, any
more, SO l won't. Here you've been
telling me all the time that you loved
me, and nobody else. I'm real mad, so
l am, and you needn't come round here
any more. If you can't give me all your
love don't want any. shall pine away
and look horrid, suppose, but l won't
be made fool of if it kills me. And my
wedding dress is such beauty, too, and
fits perfectly splendid. l declare it's too
bad! why didn't you tell me this before
we were engaged, and the day set%' and
| the tiny lip shook in tremor as the curly
head tried to find an easy place on the
points of the palings.
"Why, Susie what can you mean
what have ] said to make you feel bad p
You said you loved somebody else,
so you did"
Why, no, pussy; what silly goose
you are. l said l loved nature-but moi
the same as do you. Her 1 love with
awe and--well, all that sort O. thing
you know, but you,-pshaw! I've tolo
you lots of times never could tell yor
all about it if / should live two hun
dred years"
&C. But who is she, Fred? Your land
ladyF'
"Who, Susie?'
The-the one you like SO, and ar
still kind O. 'fraid of?'
"Dear me, what little tease you are
l said loved nature"
Yes, that's the name-but who il
she? Is she youngW
Gracious, no! Thousands of year
old. Nature is what makes the gras
grow, and the flowers bloom, and the
hang it all, pussy, you know what
mean"
"Why, yes, to be sure. Is that al
you meant, Fred? How stupid was
Pm so glad, though, we can go on beinI
happy, same as ever, and my dress won
be thrown away after all" and the girl
ish face rippled with smiles, and the sof
hand nestled again upon Fred's arm.
would have been poet, Susie, bu
nobody would ever print any of m,
pieces. When person loves nature it i
a sure sign they have genius. A love fo
trees, flowers, and other things that groy
makes us better and wiser, and should b
cultivated"
"Well, just more than like sprin,
ouions," broke in Susie; 81 never can ge
enough of them. Does that count for any
thing, Fred?'
Hum. Yes, it indicates cando1
But l say, Susie, when we get married
and my grandmother dies and leaves he
money all to me, we'll buy nice littl
! cottage down the river somewhere, on
, scraggy cliff, where the scenery is wild
far away from the noise and dirt of tn
city, where we can dream and muse, an
l wander hand in hand through the coe
and silent groves, with nothing to di.
/ turb our dream of bliss except, may be,
> steamboat whistle now and then"
"Will the street-cars run by the hous'
= Fredw
"Nonsensel why, no, certainly no
We shall want to get as far from them &
: possible"
0 Won't the milk carts, and the fisl
n peddlers, and the scissor grinders, an
the hand-organ people, and the girl ft
n cold vittles, and the clothes-wringer mai
: and the woman with dressmaking chart
: and the strawberry wagons, and tt
directory canvasser come to the hous
J. either, FredT'
= No, pussy, we'll get so far ava
O none of them can ever disturb u.s." r
piled the youth with eyes full of joyol
o anticipation.
And won't the professions pass IL
e house on st. Patrick's Day and the Fourt
), of JulyT
e "Ha, hal How absurd of course nc
Susie"
e Well then," said Susie, with an in
n patient stamp of her foot that cracked
d brick. " l won't 60 step toward yo'
y old musty cottage. couldn't stand
there a week. I'd get 20 lonesome l
st die, sure, and no body would want to
to funeral in that outof-the way plac
W You can yearn for the picturesque
II much as you want to, but you'll have
promise to live in town where BODY c.
see something and be handy to marke
t. or won't marry you"