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No Love In a Cottage for Her.

No Love In a Cottage for Her.
my soul yearns for the picturesque.
said the young man, steadying himself
on the gate. ~ .......
"La | me you don't say |" came from
the girlish lips so devastating to his
heart and pocket -book-particularly in
ice-cream time.
81 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 I won't like you bit, any
more, so I won't. Here you've been
telling me all the time that you loved
me, and nobody else. I'm real mad, 30
I am, and you needn't come round here
any more. II. you can't give me all
your love I don't want any. I shall pine
away and look horrid, I suppose, but !
won't be made fool of If it kills me.
And my wedding dress is such beauty,
too, and fits perfectly splendid. I de-
clare 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,
80 you did" +" ".-..-
"Why, no, pussy /; what silly goose
you are. said I loved nature-but not
the same as I do you. Her !, love with
awe and-weI, all that sort O. thing,
you know, but you-pshawl I've told
you lots OF times 7 never could tell you
all about it if I should live two hundred
years" 80 - .i1s
"But who is she, Fred? Your land.
lady?" ...-. ...
"Who, Susie ?" -
"The-the one you Like 80, and are
still kind O. 'fraid OFF," $50. ~. .
'Dear me, what little tease you arel
I said loved nature. ~ .
eyes, that's the name-but who is
she? Is she young?"
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 l
mean. -. '.s --.-.- -.
"Nhy; yes to be sure. Is that all
you meant, Freda How stupid I was !
I'm so glad, though, we can 60 on being
happy, same as ever, and my. dress won't
be thrown away after ALL" and the girl
ish face ripp]ed with smiles, and the soft
hand nestled again upon Fred's arm.
"Iwould have been q poet, Susie, but
nobody would ever print any OF my
pieces. When a person loves nature it
is 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, I Just more than like spring
onions" broke in Susie; IT never can
get enough of them. Does that count
for anything, Fred r.
"Hum. Yes, it indicates candor. But
I say, Susie, when we get married, and
nv grandmother dies and leaves her
money all to me, we'll buy nice little
cottage down the river somewhere, on
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 to dis
turb our dream of bliss except, may be.
q steamboat whistle now and then"
"Will the street-cars run by the
house, Fred?" q.
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 2" ....
"No, pussy, we'll get 30 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 July3" -
"Ha, hal How absurd! Of course
"Well, then," said Susie, with an i'm
patient stamp Of her foot that cracked
brick. II won't go step toward your
old musty cottage. I couldn't stand it
there q week. I'd get 80 lonesome I'd
die, sure, and no body would want to go
TO q funeral in that ut-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 a body can
see something and be handy to market,
or I won't marry you. ."-Gnc'n"aH
Breakfast Table. -.