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

Miss Spooner went on, "aad she'sa deli
cate little thing, and"
circumstances were too many for
her." suggested the pork merchant.
"Just So" assented his hostess.
But, most fortunately, she possesses
the gift IF. song; and with what her
writings bring her in, and the presents
which are showcred on her wherever
she goes-she is such a fayorite she
manages to get along. met her at
Mrs. Bluelight's party last winter, and
We took such fancy to each other right
OF, and she told ME her story in the
conservatory. Young Chandler was
there, too, but she didn't see him; he
was at the other end of the room, behind
some tall plants-he was very attentive
to her afterward, and gave her pearl
bracelet on her birthda y-and l cried
till my nose looked like a"
"Cherry," suggested Mrs Dusenherry.
Adding, in a sprightly manner, " Cap.
tain, if you desert me for this enchant-
ress, Iii never forgive you,' 10 the great
establishment of the honest captain, who
had not exchanged three sentences with
the lady, and indeed had never seen her
until this very July afternoon.
/ Well" said Mrs. Spooner: changing
ring from the forefinger of her right
hand to the forefnger OF her left, {" we
must all be very kind to her. ! sympa-
thize with her with all my heart about
her child. know how I'd feel if lost
you, Isabella"
My babelet sweet!'" murmured
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
eyes on her friend, on which the gawky
youth at her side dropped the fan and
| :urst into loud guffaw.
! "Hush!" cried Miss Isabella; Here
she ISL
; And up the garden walk trirped
/ slight, girlish-looking woman, dressed in
a blue-gray silk, with a Gaissborough
hat, from which Aoated e long black
ostrich plume, COG uettisily set on the
! back of her head. Her pale yellow hair
hung in babyish curls about her snow
white brow, and she raised q pair Of
lovely yellow-brown eyes to the group
on the veranda.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
ness. considering how stout she was, ran
down the steps aud caught her friend in
her arms. You darlirg?" she said
with enthusiasm, eve have Just been
! reading your sweet, sweet poem "A
! Mothers VAIL Welcome to the home.
; stead!"
GLOW beautiful it isl" said the little
woman, clasping her dainti'y kidded
hands, and speaking in low, clear
voice, perfectly audible to the listen ers
above, as she turned toward the river.
"That glimpse of the water! the grand
old trees! the fragrance Of the air!
and "-raising her beautiful eyes" the
glorious sky, so like with catch in
her BREATH" SO like the eyes of my lost,
my darling boys!"
In less than week every man in that
house was more or less in love with Mrs.
Montgomery Montague-the captain,
the pork merchant, the old clerks, and
the young clerks
And the WGmen-well the women
didn't like as well as they did before she
came.
"She's pretty enough and clever
enough" said Mrs. Dusen berry, {" but
for one am getting tired Of her blue-eyed
boy. As l said il letter Of mine to q
distinguished literary tlemar-;n1-
mediately upon reading it he enrolled
himself among my band Of adm;rers-tI
have lost children, lost them in the
grave, but never bring my shadows to
cloud the sunshine Of my friends"
And, to do her justice, she never did.
On the contrary, SO uncommonly we'll did
she bear her bereavements that one
could scarcely believe she had ever been
bereaved.
But to 60 back to the pretty poets
lovers. Capt. Hottop was the most de-
voted of them all. he had never been
in love before, and love, like scarlet
fever, is most serious complaint when
contracted late in life. He followed
Mrs. Montague around like a faithful,
loving slave, carrying a heavy shawl to
spread on the grass when she chose to sit
beneath the trees, and large umbrella
to shield her from the sun when it was
her pleasure to ramble along the road.
He named his sail boat Lillian after her,
| bought a pony and ph&ton and placed
them at her service, swung her for hours
in the hammock which hung in the
orchard, and listened with patient,
heartfelt sympathy to her longings for
her blue.eyed boy.
BLESSED if it amt too badW said he
one day (they were sitting beneath the
catalpa.trees), as the little widow presged
her lace handkerchief to her eyes to Gry
the tears that sprung to them just after
she had remarked that the twittering Of
the dear little birds was so like p baby's
voice." darned if it amt! Couldn't
you git him away from the folks? Pears
to me ] couldn't refuse you anything
when you clasp your hands and look at
me with tears in your eyes,"
"Oh, Captain" sobbed the sorrowing
mother, "there are very few people in
the world like you-very few. You are
one in thousand-yes, five thousand.
But never had chance to appeal to
them personally. I was very i'll when
when they took my darling away, and
letters, and letters, with no matter how
much feeling we write them, are so cold"
"Why don't you try personally
then? asked the Captain, swinging her
dainty parasol about, to the imminent
danger Of the delicately carved handle.
| She blushed, cast down her yellow.
brown eyes, raised them again, looked
him in the face like q child resolved to
tell the truth, however painful it may
be, and said, I have no money where
with to pay my passage to England.
Understand me, I would willingly, most
willingly, be a steerage passenger, q
stewardess, anything-anything to bring
me near my child. But coming to them
save al befitted tho wife Of their son
and brother. my husbands proud family
'vspld esstssslj d'Sswu no aud ! should