The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-04-23
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S"tti P"iJ Will oullCi " ktys AuHg
from her generous girdle, a murmur
of admiration and sympathy arose
from her audience. This audience
consisted Of Mrs. spooner, Isabella's
mother, a tall, thin, pale woman with
a great deal Of forehead--that is, in
regard to height-and very white,
well shaped hands, which looked as
though they had been mdlded out Of
lard; Mrs. Dnsenberry, a lady who
looked about five-and-forts, but who,
according to her own calculations.
grew young so fast that her friends
confidently expected that in a few
years she would be a girl again, Will,
lips so thin that they came near be
ing no lips at all, bumpy brow, small,
black, uneven eyes, nondescript
nose ond a figure remarkable for its
unqbtrusiveness; Captain Hottop,
Miss Spooners uncle, hale, hearty,
rather handsome man, who had spent
most of his life in a sailing vessel;
Mr.. Wellington octopor, ayoupg pork
merchant, called, "Devilfsh" BY
those Of his companions who had
been to the Aquarium, "because it
came so near being Octopus, you
know" with reddish hair, reddish
complexion and no forehead to speak
of; Miss Eugenia Ann Octopcr, sister
of the pork merchant, pretty, pert
Young girl, who came down to break
fast in diamond earrings, and talked
a great deal about "style;Pg and two
Or three elderly men and sthree or
four young men,,smho, being meFe-ae!
bodies, can, Of course, only expect
mere mention.
1t was a lovely day in the last week
Of July, and these people were gath
cred together on the broad ve,alda
ofthes spooner homestead Mrs. Spoo-
ner took few summer b6arders for
company, and, truth to tell, they
could not have been in a pleasanter
place. The house, substantially
built of gray stone and draped with
beaQtif,l wistarias that climbed 10
The very root, faced the Delaware riv.
er, and the CLEAN of the water
trough the branches of the catalpa-
trees that stood just outside the gar
den gate, laden with snowy flowers.
among which the bees were having
rare riot, was pleasant sight to see.
Miss Isabella Spooner, the real mis-.
tress of the homeStead-her mothers
extreme lassitude rendering her only
the nominal one--was a comfortable,
sentimental old maid, with an OBJ
trusiye figure, Gin which respect she
furmed great contrast to her friend
Mrs. DaSenberry), light, very ligl
blue eyes, anda <nul- -lose. She W r
her hair brushed back from her fore.
head-a forehead much like her nam
ma's-and falling in a curly crop in
the back Of her neck. In evening
dress these curls were always tied
with a bit Of bright ribbon, which
impaired to them quite a juvenile
appearance and charm.
Miss Isabella dotted on poetry, and
looked upon all rhymers as "hcaveu-
born" In fact, she had an intense
respect for aud admiration of all per-
sons connected with literature, and
was wont to say, could | have been
pen-gifted | would hayeasked no 9TH
er boon."
GLOW very sweet" said Mrs. Dus.
enberry, in soft, too soft voice, us
Miss Spooncr, after reading the YER
ses quoted above, took her scissors in
her hand. "Thcy remind me ofsome
lines | introduced in my first letter
TO Professor CAM at the time ] be
came so interested in the habits of
the birds of North America. lie said
afterward, by the.bye, that the
brightness Of that letter absolutely
.dazzled him" Mrs. Dusenberry
prided herself on her lettcr-writing,
and, anxious that her talent should
not be "hid under u bushel," wrote
on the subject which she thought
would be most interesting to him,
with a hint as to the impression he
had made ON her suspectible heart,
to every man with whom she came
in contact, as soon as possible after
forming his acquaintance.
And when do you expect her, Isa-
bella2" asked Mrs spooner, lifting