The Osceola times., 1879-05-24
HER BLUE-EYED BOY.

my boy, my boy, my bue-eyed boy,
For thee SIGH, for thee | weep,
Whes others tread the mszv dance,
Or smile in happy dreams and sleep.
Torn from these loving arms away,
By those vi no recked not tear or prayer,
Ere thou roultst speak thy mothers name,
NY tiny bud, my bsbelet fair.
Ny bow, my blue-eyed boy,
Could within thy brig,t eyes gaze,
Or have an hour to kiss thee in,
'lwould light up my weary days
But thou art far away from me-
Between US oceans billovs beat,
And can but tiny pnture kiS,
Ny fairy rose, my babelet sweet"
As Miss Isabella Spooner finished
reading these verses, and proceeded to
cut them out of the paper they had
graeed, with pair of scissors that, in
company with bunch of keys, hung
from her generous girdle, q murmur OF
admiration and sympathy arose from her
audience. This audience consisted of
Mrs. Spooner, Issbella's mother, a tall,
thin, pale woman with a great deal of
ioreheat-that is, in regard to height
and very white, well-shaped hands
which looked rs though they had been
nodded out of lard Mrs. DusenberIy, a
lady who looked about five and.foity,
but who, according to her own calcula.
tions, grew young SO fast that her friends
confidently expected that in few years
she would be girl again, with lips SO
thin that they came near being no lips
at all, bumpy brow, small, black, uneven
eyes, nondescript nose, and a figure
remarkable for its unObtrusiveness !;
Capt. Hottop, Miss Spooner's uncle, a
hsle, hearty, rather handsome man, who
had spent most of his life in sailing
vessel Mr.. Wellington Octoper, young
pork merchant, called "Devil fish" by
those OF his companions who had been
to the aquarium, "because it came so
devilish near being Octopus, you know"
with reddish hair, reddish complexion
and no forehead to sneak of; Miss Euge
MIA Ann Octoper, sister of the pork mer.
chant, pretty, pert young girl, who
came down to breakfast in diamond car
rings, and talked a great deal about
style; !" and two or three elderly men
and three or four young men, who being
near nobodits, can, OF course, only expect
mere mention.
1t WAS lovely day in the last week of
July, and these people were gathered
together on the broad veranda of the
Spooner homestead. MRS. Spooner took
a few summer bosrders for company,
and, truth to tell, they could not have
been in plesssnter place. The house, sub
stantislly built of gray stone and draped
with beautiful wIstsrias that climbed to
the very roof, faced the Delaware river,
and the CLEAN Of the water through the
branches of the catalspa trees that stood
Just outside the garden were laden with
snowy flowers among which the bees
were having rare riot, was a pleasant
sight to see.
Miss Isabella Spooner, the real mis-
tress OF the homestead-her mothers
extreme lsssitude rendering her only the
nominal one-was a comfortable, senti
mental old maid, with an obtrusivt
figure, tin which respect she formed 8
great contrast TO her friend Mrs. Dusen
berry, light, very light blue eyes, and 8
snub nose. She wore her hair crushed
back like her mamma's-and falling in ,
curly crop on the hack of her neck. Ir
evening dress these curls were Away
tied with bit of bright ribbon, which
impaired to them quite q Juvenile ap
pearance and charm.
Miss Isabella dotted on poetry, an;
looked upon all rhymers a. "heaven
born" Intact, she had an intense re
spect for and admiration of all person
connected with literature, aud was won
to say, "Could l have been pen.gifted
would have asked no other boom"
"How very sweet !" said Mrs. Dusen
berry, in soft, too soft voice, as Mis-
Spooner, after reading the verses quote,
above, took her Scissors in hand. "The,
remind me of some lines introduced ii
my first letter to Prof. GAM at the tim
/ became 20 interested in the habits o
the birds OF North America. He sal
sfterward, by-the-bye, that the brigh,
ness Of that letter absolutely dazzle
him." Mrs. Dusenberry prided hersel
on her letter.writing. and anxious ths
her talent should not he "hid under