Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1879-04-18

sun is beginning to drown in your beau
/ tiful river, and the evening star peeps
/ forth as bright-as bright, alas aS the
eyes Of my blue-eyed boy"
How very sweet said Mrs. DuSen-
berry. 1T reminds me Of note re-
ceieved the other day from DR.. Drake,
in answer to one sent him begging him
for copy of his lecture on the Human
/ Skeleton
"Well, l should say she was right
smart. Ies.s,' said the young pork
merchant, in nasal voice. Them
verses sounded very pretty. l don't
read anything in the newspapers but
the lard quotations and hog.market re-
ports myself, but | know good po'try
when l heyr it. And you read first
rate, Miss Spooner, vou do. Ies-S.
1T was nice" said MS sister; "hut no
better than friend OF mine can do.
She can write poems bv the hour, but
she don't print none. She don't need
10, cause her pas rich. She on'y does
it for fun"
well, I'm blessed" here broke in
Captain Hottop, dropping his feet with
IL bang from the chair-top on which
they had been elevated III | wouldn't
| like to know what this is all about. Who
is she? And who's the blue eyed boy"
/ "Why, bless me, you've just come,
and you don't know, do you, uucle?"
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. shes Mrs.
Montgomery Montague, a charming
young widow, and the blue-eyed boy is
her only chlld-a lovely babe"
"Babelet," corrected Mrs. Dusenber-
ry, at the same time playfully Ticking
the cheek of ayouth at her side, one of
the aforementioned. who i'll his interest
in Miss Spooners story had neglected
to fan the rival of Nine. De Sevigne,
aftp having been captured and de-
tailed for that duty only five minutes
before.
"Aud when her husband died" con-
tinued the fair Isabella "(he was the
younger son of au aristocratic English
family, one Of the very highest init
mate with the Queen 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.
"'And reckened 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 Whoever heard of such thing
before?"
"Well, 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 Spooner went on, land she's del
icate little thing, and"
circumstances were too many for
her." suggested the pork merchant
Gust so" assented his hostess. 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 a favorite-she manages to
! get along. | met her at Mrs Bluelight's
party last winter, and we took such a
fancy to each other right of, that 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 alterWard,
and gave her pearl bracelet on her
birthday-and cried till my nose look
ed like "a"
Cherry" suggested Mrs. Dusenber-
ry. Adding, i'll sprightly manner,
Captain, if you dessert me for this en-
chantress, I'll never forgive you" to the
tain, who had not exchanged three SEN
fences with the lady, and indeed had
never seen her until this very July af-
ternoon.
"Well," said Mrs. Spooner, changing
a ring from the forefinger of her right
hand to the forefnger Of her left, 1--WE
must all be very kind to her. ! SYM
pathize 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 OF her friend, on which the gawky
youth at her side dropped the fan and
burst into loud guilaw.
Hush" cried Miss Isabella Here
she is"
And up the garden walk tripped n
slight girlish-looking woman, dressed in
blue-gray silk, with a Gainsborough
hat, from which floated a 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 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 and caught her friend in
her arms. you darling" she said
with enthusiasm, I'VE have just been
reading your sweet, sweet poem. "A
Mothers Wall Welcome to the bono
steadw
aHow heautifnl II istm said tho LITTLE