The Osceola times., 1879-05-24

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every man with whom she came in
conf tact, as soon as possible after forming
his acquaintance.
"And when do you expect her,
Isabella" asked Mrs. Spooner, lifting
her hands, of which she was very proud,
from her lap, to regard them more
closely, and then listlessly dropping
them again.
This afternoon, toward evening"" !"
answered Mrs. Spooner, taking letter
from her pocket and referring to it,
"She writes: hope to arrive just rs
the sun is beginning to drown in your
beautiful river, and the evening star
peeps forth as bright-as bright, alas as
the eyes of my blue-eyed boy"
How very sweet p' said Mrs. Dusen
berry, "It reminds me OF note | re-
ceived the other day from DR.. Drake, in
answer to one l sent him begging him
for a copy OF his lecture on the Human
Skeleton"
"Well, | should say she wss right
smart. Yes s." said the young pork
merchant, in a nasal voice. "Them
verses sounded very pretty. don't
read anything in the newspapers but the
lard quotations and hog market reports
myself, but / know good po'try when !
hear it. And you read frst.rate, Miss
Spooner, you do. Yes-s."
i" 1t was NICE" said his sister "but
no better than friend of mine can do.
She can write PONIES by the hour, but
she don't print none. She don't need to,
cause her pas rich. She only does it
for fun"
"Well, I'm blessed" broke in Capt.
Hottop, dropping his feet with bang
from the chair top on which they had
been elevated, "it / wouldn't like to
know: what this is all about. Who is
she "a land who's the blue-eyed boy 2"
why, bless me, you've just come,
and you don't know, do you, uncle 7"
said Miss Spooner, putting the "pome'
away in her pocket book, and leaning
back in her chair the better to meet the
eyes of the captain. "She's Mrs. Mont
gomery Montague, charming young
widow, and the blue-eyed boy is her
only cbild-s lovely babe"
Babelet," corrected Mrs. Dusenberry,
at the same time playfulIy ficking the
cheek of youth at her side, one of the
aforementioned, who in his interest in
Miss Spooner's story had neglected to
fan the rival of Nine. ID. Sevinge, after
having been captured and detailed for
that duty only five minutes before.
"And when her husband died." cen.
tinued the fair Isabella "(he was the
younger son of an aristocratic English
family one of the very highest--intimate
with the queen-and he ran away to
this country on a lark, and his people
dsowned him because they thought he
married below him, though I've no
doubt she was much too good for him,
and he treated her shockingly), his
father sent or the boy, AID tore him
from his weeping mothers arms.
"'And rocked not tear or prayer"
quoted Mrs. DuseL berry.
But why did she let them take
him?" shJuted the captain. By hes-
vens they couldn't have taken him IL
she'd a held on. Foreigners tearing
citizens of the United States from their
mothers armsl Who ever heard of such
q thing beiore?"
Well, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece.
"That's the poeticsl way of putting
it," interpolsted Mrs. Dusenberry.
But she was lett almost destitute"
Miss Spooner went oD, land she's a
delicate little thing, and"
"Circumstanc were too many for
her, suggt led the pork merchant.
Gust SC" assentei mis- hostess. But,
most fortunately, she possessed the gilt
Il. ..,,t ,t,t hzr - ttY,s,a
bring her in, and the presents which are
showered on her wherever she goes-she
is such iavorite she manages to get
along. | met her at Mrs. Bluelight's
party last winter, and we took such a
fancy to each other right off, 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 birthday-and | cried till my
nose looked like a"
Cherry" suggested Mrs. Dusen-
berry. Adding, in a sprightly manner,
Captain, il you desert me for this en-
chantress, I'll never forgive you," to
the great astonishment 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
a ring from the torefnger of her right
hand to the forefinger of her left, " we
must all be very kind to her. sympa-
thizs with her with all my heart about
her child. ] know how I'd feel if lost
you, Isabella"
"My babelet sweetl" murmured
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculiar
eyes on her friend, on which the gawky
youth at her side dropped the fan and
burst into loud gufiaw.
Hush !" cried Miss Isabella; "Here
she is"
And up the garden walk tripped a
slight, girlish-looking woman, dressed in
a blue-gray silk, with Gsinsberough
hat, rom which fosted a long black
ostrich plume, coquettisbly set on the
back of her head. Her pale yellow hair
hung in babyish curls about her snow
white brow, and she raised pair oi
lovely yellow-brown eyes to the group
on the versnda.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
ness, considering how stout she was, ran
down the steps and caught her friend in
her arms. You darling" she said
with enthusiasm, Eve have just beer
reading your sweet, sweet poem, A
Mothers Wall Welcome to the home
stead p
"How beautiful it is!' said the littls
woman, clssping her daintily kiddec
hands, and speaking in low, clear voice
perfectly audible to the listeners above