The Iola register., 1879-04-11

MAZE Win INC ~kue0u-onu no AoA o"cy
to this country on q 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"
sAnd rocked not tear or prayer, u
quoted Mrs. Dusenherry.
"But why did she let them take
him ?'' shouted the Captain. By heav-
ems! they couldn't have taken him it
she'd a held on. Foreigners tearing
citizens of the United States from their
mothers arms! Who ever heard OF such
q 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 Spoo1 1er went on, "and she's q
delicate little thing, and"
I" Circumstances were too many tor
her," suggested the pork-merchant.
"Ju.t so," assented his hostess.
"But, moss 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 along. met her at
Mrs. Biuelight's party last winter, and
we took such 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, be-
hind some tall plants-he was very at
tentive to her afterward, and gave heI
q pearl bracelet on her birthday-and ]
cried till my nose looked like a"
"Cherry," suggested Mrs. Dusenber'
ry. Adding, in q sprightly manner
ssCaptain, if you desert me for this en-
chantress, I'll never forgive you," t.
the great astonishment of the homes,
Captain, who had not exchanged three
sentences with the lady, and indeed hac
never seen her until this very July af
ternoon.
SWELL" said Mrs. Spooner, changing
a ring from the forefinger of her righ
hand to the forefDger of her left, "w'
must all be very kind to her. Isympa
thize with her with all my heart abou
her child. know how I'd feel if los
you Isabella"
"sMy babelet sweet!'" murmuret
Mrs. Dusenberry, fixing her peculia
eyes on her friend, on which the gawk..
youth at her side dropped the fan, ant
burst into loud guffaw.
Az hs,, vc0hnvIo SSH0r
she is"
And up the garden walk tripped
slight girlish-looking woman, dresses
in q blue gray silk, with q Gainsbor
ough hat, from which floated log,
black ostrich plume, coquettishly set O
the back of her head. Her pale yellow
hair hung in babyish curls about he
snow-white brow, and she raised pal
of lovely yellow brown eyes to the groul
on the veraDda.
Miss Spooner, with astonishing quick
ness, considering how stout she was
ran down the steps and caught he
friend in h:r arms. "You darling!" sh
said, with enthusiasm, we have jus
been reading your sweet, sweet poem
"A Mothers VAIL Welcome to tn
homestead"
elbow beautiful il isl" said the it'll
woman, clasping her dainty kidde'
hands, and speaking in clear voic
perfectly audible to the listeners abov
as she turned toward the river. "Tha
glimpse of the water! the grand oil
trees! the fragrance of the air! and'-
raising her beautiful eyes" the glorl
Gus sky with a catch in her breath
$50 like the eyes of my lost, my darlinI
boy!"
In less than a week every man in tha
house was more or less in love wit
Mrs. Montgomery Montague-the Cap
tain, the pork merchant, the old clerks
and the young clerks.
And the wOman-wel1, the wOmel
dida't like her as well as they did be
fore she came.
"She's pretty enough and cleve
enough" said Mrs. Dusenberry, "but
for one am getting tired of her blue
eyed boy. As 1 said in letter of min
to distinguished literary gentleman
Immediately upon reading it he enroll
ed himself among my band of admirer
II have lost children, lost them in th
grave, but I never bring my shadows t
cloud the sunshine of my friends.''
And, to do her justice, she never did
On the contrary, SO uncommoniy vel
did she bear her bereavements that on
could scarcely believe she had ever bee
bereaved.
But to go back to the pretty poet
lovers. Captain Hottop was the mos
devoted of them all He had never bee
in love before, and love, like scarle
fever, is most serious complaint whe
contracted late in life. He followe
Mrs. Montague around like faithful
loving slave, carrying heavy shawl L
spread on the grass when she chose t
sit beneath the trees, and q large um
brella to shield her from the sun whe
it was her pleasureao ramble along tn
road. He named his sail-boat Lila
after her, bought pony and phaeto
and placed them at her service, swun
her for hours in the hammock whic
hung in the orchard, and listened wit
patient, heartfelt sympathy to her long
ings for her blue-eyed boy.
Blessed if it amt too bad!" said b
one day Ohey we're sit ing beneath tn
catalpa-trees), }, as the little widow press
ed her lace handkerchief to her eyes t
dry the tears that sprung to them jus
after she had remarked that the twitter
ing of the dear little birds was so like
baby's voice" darned if it amt
Couldn't you git him away from then
folks? Pears to me I couldn't refus
you any thing when you clasp you
hands and look at me with tears in you
eyes"
"Oh, Captain" sobbed the sorrow