The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1878-05-04
No Love in a Cottage for Her.
lCincinnati Breakfast Table

MY soul yearns for the picturesque, y
said the young man, steadying himself
on the gate.
La me you don't sayp' came from
the girlish lips SO devastating to his
heart and pocket book-particularly in
ice-c cream time.
" 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, 80 | won't. Here you've been
telling me all the time that you loved
me, and nobody else. I'm real mad, so
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 won't
be made fool of if it kills me- And my
wedding dress is such beauty, too, and
fits perfectly splendid. | 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 ?"
=" You said you loved somebody else,
so you did"
Why, no, pussy; what silly goose
you are. | said ! loved nature-but not
the same as do you. Her love with
awe and-well, all that sort o. thing,
you know, but you,-pshaw! I've told
you lots of times never could tell you
all about it if / should live two hun
dred years."
" But who is she, FredY Your land
ladyT'
"Who, Susie2"
The-the one you like so, and are
still kind O. 'fraid ofY'
Dear me, what little tease you are
| said loved nature"
:" Yes, that's the name-but who is
she? Is she youngP
Gracious, no! Thousands of years
old. Nature is what makes the grass
grow, and the flowers bloom, and the
hang it all, pussy, you know what |
mean"
Why, yes, to be sure. Is that all
you meant, Fred2 How stupid / was
Pm so glad, though, we can go on being
happy, same as ever, and my dress won't
be thrown away after ALL" and the girl
ish face rippled with smiles, and the soft
hand nestled again upon Fred's arm.
| would have been poet, Susie, but
nobody would ever print any of my
pieces. When person loves nature it is
q sure sign they have genius A love for
trees, flowers, and other things that grow
makes us better and wiser, and should be
cultivated"
"Well, just more than like spring
Onions" broke in Susie; 81 never can get
enough of them. Does that count for any
thing, Fred?'
Hum. Yes, it indicates candor.
But say, Susie, when we get married,
and my grandmother dies and leaves her
money all to me, we'll buy a nice little
cottage down the river somewhere, on a
scraggy cliff, where the scenery is wild,
far away from the noise and dirt of the
city, where we can dream and muse, and
wander hand in hand through the cool
and silent groves, with nothing 10 dis
turb our dream of bliss except, may be,
steamboat whistle now and then"
"WilI the street-cars run by the house,
Fred?"
"Nonsense why, no, certainly not.
We shall want to get as far from them as
possible"
Won't the milk carts, and the fish
peddlers, and the scissor grinders, and
the hand-organ people, and the girl for
cold vittles, and the clothes-wringer man,
and the woman with dressmaking charts,
and the strawberry wagons, and the
directory canvasser come to the house,
either, Fred?"
No, pussy, we'll get SO far away
none Of them can ever disturb u.s." re-
piled the youth with eyes full of joyous
anticipation.
And won't the professions pass the
house on st. Patrick's Day and the Fourth
of July?"
"Ha, hal How absurd of course not,
Susie"
Well then" said Susie, with an i'm
patient stamp of her foot that cracked
brick :" / won't 60 step toward your
old musty cottage. couldn't stand it
there a week. I'd get 80 lonesome I'd
die, sure, and no body would want to go
to funeral in that out-of-the way place.
You can yearn for the picturesque as
much as you want to, but you'll have to
promise to live in town where body can
see something and be handy to market,
or won't marry you"