The Iola register., 1879-04-11
HER BLUE-EYED BOY.
KANSAS

HER BLUE-EYED BOY.
"My boy, my boy, my blue-eye boy,
For thee sigh. for thee weep,
When others tread the may dance,
Or smile in happy dreams ana sleep.
Torn from these loving arms away,
BY those who rocked not tear or prayer,
Erethou couldst spes Sthy m4.her mo. nA"e'
My tiny bud, my babelet fan.
INV boy, my boy, my blue-eyed boy.
Could within thy bright eyes gaze,
Or have an hour to kiss thee In,
'Twould light up many weary uays.
But thou art far away from me;
Between us Oceans billows Deat,
And can but thy picture kiss,
Ny fairy rose, my babelet sweet
As Miss Isabella Spooner finished
reading these YER es and proceeded to
cut them out of the paper they bad
graced, with a pair of scissors that IN
company with q bunch of keys hung from
her generous girdle, q murmur o. al
miration and sympathy arose from her
audience. This audience consisted OF
Mrs. Spooner, Isabella's mother, tall,
thin, pale woman with great deal OF
forehead-that is, in regard to height
and very white. well-shaped hands,
which looked as though they had been
nodded out of lard; Mrs. Dusenberry,
q lady who looked about five -and-forty,
but who, according to her own calcula-
tions, grew young so fast that her friends
confidently expected that in q few years
she would be girl again, with lips SO
thin that they came near being no lips
at all, bumpy brow, small, black, un-
even eyes, nondescript nose, and a fig-
ure remarkable for its unobtrusiveness;
Captain Hottop, Miss Spooner's uncle,
q hale, hearty, rather handsome man,
who had spent most of his life in sail
ing vessel; Mr.. Wellington Octoper, q
young pork-merchant, called "Devil-
fish "by those of his companions who
had been to the Aquarium, I" because 1t
came so devilish near being Octopus,
YOU know" with reddish hair, reddish
complexion, and no forehead to speak
of; Miss Eugenia Ann Octoper, sister
of the pork-merchant, q pretty, pert
young girl, who came down to break
fast in diamond earrings, and talked a
great deal about "style;" and two or
three elderly men and three or four
young men, who, being mere nobodies,
can, of course, only expect mere men,
tion.
1t was q 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
q few summer boarders 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 beautiful wistaiias that
climbed to the very roof, faced the Del
aware River, and the CLEAN of the water
through the branches of the catalpa-
trees that stood just outside the garden
gate, laden with snowy flowers, among
which the bees were having rare riot,
was a pleasant sight to see.
Miss Isabella Sposner, the real mis-
tress of the homestead-her mother
extreme lassitude rendering her only
the nominal One-was q comfortable,
sentimental old maid, with an obtrusive
figure Tin which respect she formed a
great contrast to her friend Mrs. Dusen-
berry,, light, very light blue eyes, and q
snub-nose. She wore her hair brushed
back from her forehead-a forehead
much like her mamma's--aud falling in
q curly crop in the back of her head. In
evening dress these curls were always
tied with bit of bright ribbon, which
impaired to them quite juvenile ap.
pearance and charm.
Miss Isabella dotted on poetry, and
looked upon all rhymers as "heaven-
born" In fact, she had an intense re-
spect for and admiration of all persons
connected with literature, and was wont
to say, "Could I have been pen-gifted
I would have asked no other boon"
SHOW gerry sweet" said Mrs. Dusen-
berry, in soft, too soft voice, as Miss
Spooner, after reading the verses quoted
above, took her scissors in hand
"They remind me of some lines intro.
duced in my first letter to Professor
GAM at the time I became so interested
in the habits of the birds of North
America. He said afterward, blythe
bye, that the brightness of that letter
absolutely dazzled him." Mrs. Dusen.
berry prided herself on her letter.writ
ing, and, anxious that her talent should
not be s'hid under bushel," wrote or
the subject which she thought would bt
most interesting to him, with hint as
to the impression he rad made on bel
susceptible heart, to every man with
whom she came in contact, as soon a:
possible after forming his acquaintance
And when do you expect her, lisa
bella?" asked Mrs. Spooner, lifting hel
hands, of which she was very proud
from her lap, to regard them more close
ly, and then listlessly dropping then
again.
"Tkis afternoon, toward evening"
answered Miss Spooner, taking letter
from her pocket and referring to it
"She writes: L hope to arrive just a.
the sun is beginning to drown in youl
beautiful river, and the evening sta1
peeps forth as bright-as bright, alas
IS the eyes of my blue eyed boy"
"How ve,y sweet" said Mrs. Dusen'
berry. "It reminds me of note re
ceived the other day from DR.. Drake. in
answer to one sent him begging him
for a copy of his lecture on the Human
Skeleton"
"Weu, 1 should say she was right
smart. Yes-s," said the young pork
merchant, in q nasal voice. "Then
verses sounded very pretty. I don't
read any thing in the newspapers but
the lard quotations and hog-market re.
ports myself, but l know good po'try
when hear it. And you read firstrate,
Miss Spooner, you do. Yes-s."
"It was nice," said his sister; sebut
no better than friend of mine can do.
She can write PONIES by the hour, but
she don't print none. She don't need
to, cause her pas rich. She on'y does