Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-04-24

Torn from theSc loving arms away,
BY those who :Cckr,: rot tear or payer.
Ere thou couldst spc thy mothers nalLe,
NJ tiny bud, NY hablet far.
Ny boy my blue-eye ell how
Could within thy bright eyes gaze,
Or have an hour to kiss thee in,
D.. would light up many weary days,
But lnOu art far away f,m me;
Between US oceans bi:iows beat,
And caI .tt thy pic kiss,
My fairy rose, my babs!et sweet"
As Miss Isabella Spconer finished read
ing these verses, and proceeded to cu1
them out Of the paper they had graced
with q pair Of scissors that, in company
with bunch of keys, hung from hel
generous girdle, murmur OF admiration
and sympathy arose from her audience.
This audience consisted of Mrs Spooner,
lsabella's mother, tall, thin, pale
woman with great deal of forehead
that is, in regard to height-and very
white, wellshaped hands, which looked
as though they had been nodded out of
lard; Mrs. Dusenberry, a lady who
looked about five and-forty, but who,
according to her own calculations, grew
young SO fast that her friends conf
IDENTITY expected that in few years she
would be a girl again, with Ii ps so thin
that they came near being no irs at all,
bunny brow, small, black, uneven eyes,
a nondescript nose, and figure remark
able for its unobtrusiyeness; Capt. Hot
top, Hiss Spooner's uncle, a hale, hearty,
rather handsome man, who had spent
most Of his life in s;.il!ns vessel; Mr..
Wellington Octoper, a young pork mer-
chant. called "Devilfsh by those of
his companions who had been to the
Aquarium, because it came 80 deyilish
near being Octopus, you know" with
reddish hair, reddish complexion, and
no forehead to speak of; Miss Eugenia
Ann Octoper, sister of the pork mer-
chant, a pretty, pert young girl, who
came down to breakfast in diamond ear
rings, and talked great deal about
"style;" and two or three elderly men
and three or four young men, who being
near Gobodies, can, vi course, only expect
mere mention.
1t was a lovely day in the last week of
July, and these people were gathered to-
gether on the broad veranda of the
Spooner homestead. (Mrs. Spooner took
few summer boarders for company,
and, truth to tell, they could not have
been in pleasanter Place. The house,
substantially built of gray stone and
draped with beautiful wistarias that
climbed to the very roof, faced the Della
ware river, and the CLEAN of the water
through the branches of the catalapa
trees that stood just outside the garden
were laden with snowy flowers among
which l!,- bees were having a rare riot,
was a pleasant 81 ght to see.
Miss Isabella Spconer, the real mistress
Of the homestead-her mothers extreme
las+itude rendering her only the nomi-
nal one-was comfortable, sentimental
old maid, with an obtrusive figure, Tin
which respect she formed great con.
tra>t to her friend Mrs. Dusenberry,)
light, very light blue eyes, and a snub
nose. She wore her hair crushed back
from her forehead-a forehead much
like her mamma's-and falling in curly
crop on the back OF her neck. In even
ing dreEs these curls we're always tied
with bit of bright ribbon, which i'm
parted to them quite juvenile appear
ence and charm.
Miss Isabella dotted on poetry, and
looked upon all rhymers as "heaven.
born.' In fact, she had an intense re-
spect for and admiration of all persons
connected with literature, and was wont
to say, "Could I have been pen-gifted
I would have asked no other boon"
Chow very sweet" said Mrs. Dusen-
berry, in a soft, too soft voice, as Miss
Spooner, after reading the verses quoted
above, took her scissors in hand. "They
remind me of some lines introduced in
my first letter to Prof. CAM at the time
/ became so interested in the habits of
the birds of North America. He said
afterward, by-the-by, thst the bright
ness of that letter absolutely dazzled
him." Mrs. Dusenberry prided herself on
her l,tter-writing, and, anxious that her
talent should not be "hid under a
bushel," wrote on the subject which she
thought would be most interesting to
him, with hint as to the impression he
had made on her susceptible heart, to
every man with whom she came in con.
tact, as soon as possible after forming
his acquaintance.
"And when do you expect her, lisa.
oella?" asked Miss Sponer, lifting her
hands of which she was very proud, from
her lap, to regard them more closely.
and then istlessly dropping them again.
"This afternoon, toward evening"
answered Miss Spooner, taking a letter
from her pocket and referring to it.
"She writes: Il hope to arrive Just as
the sun is beginning to drown in your
beautiful river, and the evening star
peeps forth as bright-as bright, alasl
as the eyes of my blue.eyed boy"
"How, very sweet" said Mrs. Dusen.
berry, cit reminds me of note 1 re-
ceived the other day from DR.. Drake, in
answer to one sent him begging him
for a copy of bis lecture on the Human
Skeleton.'"
Well, I should say she was right
smart. Yes-s," said the young pork
Merchant, in nasal voice. "Them
verses sounded very pretty. I don't
read anything in the newspapers but
the lard quotations and hog-market re-.
ports myself, but l know good po'trv
when s! | hear it. And you read frst-rate,
Miss Spooner, you do. "Yess.o
1t vas NICE" said bis slater, "but
20 better than a friend Of mins can DO.
sAe can write pome. BY tho hour, bu