The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-04-26

TOT copy of his lecture on the Human
/ Skeleton.'"
Well, I should say she was right
smart. Yess," said the young pork
merchant, Ia nasal voice. "Them
verses souL1od very pretty. / don't
read anythi Z i'll the newspapers but
the lard quotations and hog-market re.
ports myself, but | know good poetry
when hear il. And you read first-rate,
Miss Spooner, you do. "Yes-s."
q 1t vas 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" here broke in
Capt. Hottop, dropping his feet with a
bang from the chair top on which they
had been elevated, eff [ wouldn't like
to know what this is all about. Who
Is she? And who's the blue-eyed bow Y'
"Why, bless me, you've Just come.
and you don't know, do you, uncleg'
said Miss Spooner, putting the "pome F"
away in her pocket book, and leaning
back in her chair the better to meet the
eyes of the captain. "She's Mrs. Mont
.Omery Montague, a charming young
widow, and the blue-eyed boy is her
only child-a lovely babe"
" Babelet," corrected Mrs. Dusenberry,
at the same TINA playfully Ticking 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." con-
tinued the fair Isabella CHE was the
younger son of an aristocratic English
family. one of the very highest-inti-
mate with the Queen-and he ran away
to this country on lark, and his folks
disowned 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 for the boy, and tore him
from his weeping mothers arms"
g. And rocked not tear or prayer"
quoted Mrs. Dusenberry.
" But why did she let them take
him%" shouted the Captain. "By
heavens! they couldn't have taken him
if she'd a held On. Foreigners tearing
citizens of the United States from their
mothers arms! Who ever heard of
such thing before?'
DWELL, they didn't exactly tear him
away" explained his niece.
"That's the poetical way of putting
| it, interpolated Mrs. Dusenberry.
But she was left almost destitute"
Miss Sp0oner went on, "and she's deli
cate little thing, and"
" Circumstances were too many for
her." suggested the pork merchant.
Just So" assented his hostess.
g But, most fortunately, she possesses
the gift of song; and with what her
writings bring her in, and the presents
which are showered on her wherever
she goes-she is such favorite she
manages to get aIong. l met her at
Mrs. Bluelight's party last winter, and
we took such fancy 10 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 tail plants-he was very attentive
to her afterward, and gave her pearl
bracelet on her birthday-and l cried
till my nose looked like a"
Cherry" suggested Mrs. Dusenberry.
Adding, in sprightly manner, Cap
tain, ii you desert me for this enchant-
ress, I'll never forgive you," to 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
8 ring from the forefnger of her right
hand TO the forefnger OF her left, "we
must ali be very kind to her. / sympa-
thize with her with all my heart about
her child. | know how I'd feel if I 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
burst into loud gufaw.
Hush" cried Miss Isabella; a." Here
she is"
And up the garden walk tripped a
slight, giriish-looking woman, dressed in
blue-gray silk, with a Gainsborough
hat, from which foated long black
ostrich plume, coquettishly set on the
back of her head. Her pale yellow hair
hung in babyish curls about her snow
white brow, and she raised a pair of
lovely yellow-brown eyes to the group
OF the yeranda.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
ness. considering how stout she was, ran
down the steps and caught her friend in
her arms. {" You darIing?" she said
with enthusiasm, eve have just been
reading your sweet, sweet poem, A
Mothers Wall Welcome to the home,
steadi Z"
Chow beautiful it isl" said the little
woman, clasping her daintily kidded
hands, and speaking in a 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 a 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 women-well the women
didn't like as well as they did before she
came.
'She's pretty enough and clever
! enCuob ), sold Mrs Dusap harrv Iut