The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-09-05
KEEPING HER HAND In.
"Fly love, and love will follow thee;
Follow love, and love will flee"

A'ih iNi lSNENN 'N,
rave and GO into transports over the beau
ties of Nature, and solitude, and all that
sort of thing; but, as | belong to neither
class, thank Fortune! | feel at liberty to
assert my female prerogative of saying
what | think, and that is, that, for the
future, week in the country will I've
quite enough for me. Iprefer the city,
Unjust say-deeidedly prefer it; although
it wasn't always so. 1t is really wonder
ful how peoples notions change as they
crow up
But / got rather tired of the city about
the middle of last July, and came to the
conclusion that it would be good thing
to ''do" the country for couple Of weeks.
So, with the help of my paternal progeni-
tor, who was in rapt,ues inwardly at the
idea Of being rid of me even for little
while, l packed up my wardrobe, consist
ing of clean collar and box OF hair
pins, and having seduced my cousin Rose
into going with me, we set off one bright,
golden, hazy summer morning to visit a
nice old couple, who lived in a nice old
farmhouse some fifty miles from town,
and exulted in the name of Bedwin.
The queerest old house that ever was,
was the same old farmhouse, and, if ever
Get rich, mean to have one exactly
ike it. 1t had been built originally Of
brick, believe, and the oldest inhabit-
ant had distinct recollection of the time
when it had stood up there, red, blushing
and perfectly gorgeous to look at, but
wind and weather had beaten and dashed
against it, till it stood Scared, and grim,
nd black, like some sturdy old veteran
that scorned to yield even to Time.
There was no other house within two or
three miles Of it; but there were green
fields in abundance, and lots of nice trees
and flowers, and berries, and, COWS, and
things; and no end Of chickens and young
.eese to feed; and there was trout
.tream only half a mile distant; and, bet
ter than all, there was three or four good
tempered, fascinating horses to ride; and
on the whole, there was every prospect OF
our having real good time while we
stayed.
don't really think there is anything,
wearing the 'human form divine" that
ike better than good-humored, pleasant
laced, mothcrly old ladies, in white caps
and check aprons. | expect to be one
myself some day, and, consequently,
have fellow feeling for them; so,
although I can't say approve of female
lisses as a general thing, l underwent
same half-adozen little explosions from
Mrs. Bedwin complacently enough, and
rather enjoyed it than otherwise.
Good graciousW said Mrs. Bedwin,
clapping her hands in a small transport
Of delight; "honIy to think of seeing
you're so unexpected-quite promiscu.
ous, as it were Good gracious! if il
lain't Just the most delightfulest thing
Why, was Just saying to Hatred, honly
his blessed morning, Fad good mind tC
20 down to town and bring you hup.
Dear, dear! and 'ow is your mamma and
japa. and all the rest, my dearw
gave her to understand that the in
diyiduals in question We're all suffering
good health, when had last beheld them.
(Which is really a mercy to be thank
fui for, said Mrs. Bedwin, piously, as
he adjusted her cap frills in little tiut-
ter of spirits. "WeIl, ] never! I ham
surprised, and so will be Hatred because
ae thinks such a cap Of you, my dear
WIZ, 'ow you ave been growing
Seems honly like yesterday since yol
used to run toddling habout not 'ighe
han that" said Mrs Bedwin, holding
her hand about two inches from th'
Ground, hand a crying hout for pieces o
bread aud butter, with molasses hon botl
sides. Dear, dear! just think of itr'
"A failing she hasn't got over yet,
said Rose: "she has "a sweet tooth even tt
his day, has our young friend"
"And how is George, Aunty Bedwin?
said |; ''is he living here YETI
''Yes, my dear; he lives ere and is yer,
well indeed, | thank you. 'Ow glad h
will be to see You. too; you used to be hi
beauty, you know, when you was little
and 50 he hought to be glad, now
FLoughtn't he, Miss Rose?" said Mrs. BED
win, rubbing her hands and laughing.
"WeII, can't see anything be yer
glsd about, in seeing her," said Rose; q
it was me, now
"But he don't know you, Miss Rose,
aid Mrs Bedwin opening her eyes.
"Well, that's his loss, then; it WASH
my fault, FIN sure ] Amt proud, an
am willing to be acquainted with an
one, chinney-sweeps included. Who
that calling~
Here deep bass broke in, shouting i
husky falsetto, "Marjar Marian"
40, that's Halfred!" cried Mrs. Bee
win, starting up and tFotting to the doc
bat before She could reach it, ! flew pas
md the next minute had caught the OIL
sJrmcr round the neck and give him
.gartIing salute.
Hey! 'ow! what in 'eavensw e:
claimed the astonished, old gentleman
3taHting back. Why, this is-no
isu't---yes, bless meif itain't, though-ca
believe nyheyes? istlns yourself, reall,
now?'
"WeI, after mature deliberation,
hink | may safely overture to say it is
lreplied Yes, sir; ! stand befo
YOU, my own precious self"
"Why, 'ow dye DOR said the o
man, shaking my hand until it tinglC
Tor an hour after Why, blessmy sou
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