The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-05-18
A FIERY SIZED.

For once May gave promise of being
a May worthy of the many beautiful
songs which have been sung in her
praise. She came dancing along after
her sister April-who had just left in
shower of tears-with bright smile
upon her lips, and wondrous rainbow
halo about her head.
The young naples began to blush in
happy consciousness of her approach,
and the delicate pink and white bios
SONS on the orchard trees opened their
dainty leaves and shyly flung welcom-
ing fragrance on the soft, clear air.
All through the fields and meadows,
the wales and woodlands, and over the
hills, ran the vio!ets and trailing arbutus
and May-buds and daisies and their sis
ter flowers, telling the glad tidings of
sunny days and moon-lit nights and
lovely butterflies and sparkling rain
drops and busy humming bees; and the
birds, swinging on slender green boughs,
sang in sweet twittering notes to each
other:
Neighbor, soon We shall see the roses
Along a pleasant, winding, lonely
country road, with splendid great APP
pie and pear trees standing on either
side, and the spring flowers dotting the
green carpet so thickly that the green
is almost hidden, comes slowly, on this
poets May-day, a diminutive, old, odd
looking white horse, drawing a small
market-wagon filled with household
furniture, accompanied by an enormous,
shaggy Newfoundland dog and as pref
ty a country maid as ever MIXED a COW
or made a pat of golden butter.
The broad brimmed straw hat she
wears shades a low brow to which clings
babyish rings of hair the color of glossy,
satin-smooth buttercups, a pair of in
nOcently-roguish eyes, cheeks Of brown
with an underlying tinge of rose, a
charming red-lipped mouth, and a firm,
round chin.
Across the brow, however, at this
moment fits the shadow of frown,
and look of comic perpleXity comes
into the sweet young face. The odd
looking horse has stopped in the middle
of the road, and remains perfectly mo-
tionless, staring directly before him,
save when he bends his head to take
nibble at the flower-thick grass, as
though suddenly oblivious of every
thing under the sun except the tran
quillity of the June-like May afternoon.
so Charley! Charley! go on-do!-
that's a dear'' coaXes the young girl,
coming to his side and gently patting
his head with her little brown ungloved
hand; but Charley merely whisks too
familiar fly away with his forlorn old
tail and makes no further sign.
"Charley, good horse, Charley-oh!
why didn't | bring some carrots with
me?-CharleS, you bad, bad fellow, if
you don't 60 on, I'll whip you as sure
as you stand there. Come. be dar-
ling" And thus she alternately begs
and threatens, Lion assisting, in dog
language, with an occasional dash at
the heels of his obstinate equine friend;
but Charley refuses to "be darling
plants his feet more firmly than ever,
and never stirs; and at last, with an air
of resignation, she goes back to the
path, seats herself on a rude seat
formed by nature of the gnarled roots
of a misshapen old tree, and waits pa
tiently for at least ten minutes. At the
end of this time Charley looks about
with a just-waked-up expression in his
eyes, as who should say, Dear! dear!
l quite forgot there was work to be
DONE" and starts off with quick steps
that gradually become slower and
slower.
With sigh of relief the young girl
arises and follows-Lion, bounding
back from the wood, where he has been
making hasty explorations, having il
in his mind that his mistress is not tc
be left without his protection for more
than two minutes at q time, takes his
place at her side-and the perpleXeC
look fades away into a smile thai
brings to light two rows of pearl-whit'
teeth.
But, alas! the smile is premature. Ii
another ten minutes, again overcome
by the beauty and peacefulness OF thu
day, Charley falls into reverie, stops
once more, and once more refuses mos
decidedly to " 90 on"
And in this manner does that dread
full horse behave for a whole hour
making short progresses and Ions