The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-01-06
How Phil Gained His FONT.

tiiat Inll was the most irresponsible, clever,
graceless, good-for-nothng Bohemian in
the world, and the Southcrns were the
most arstocratic and wealthy people within
a hundred miles.
The dear old world, who never could,
can, or will let other folks business alone,
shrugged her mighty shoulders, and whis-
pered to her lady's maid. the moon, that
1t wasn't proper. The moon turned pale,
winked, and said something must be done
But Phil Copely kept on visiting tho
Southern family.
90, Phil"
Such charming voicc--such perfect lips
-as pronounced those sip,pc words one
fine afternoon, while my scapcgracc was
taking a look Mt the conservatory with Alice
Southern What delicious little suggestions
of bon-bons, of honey, of cream dates, Of
hdatee-locoOmb-or whatever it is called
of nectar and ambrosia-in word, as
Keats so toothsomcly has it:
'Jellies smother than the creamy curb
And luce.,t strops tinct with ci namon"
there were in that voice!
Did you ever observe, o gentle and cllul-
gent reader, how differently your name
sounds when uttered by different pcrsons2
Why, have heard my plain cognomen
made more melitluorsly musical than
Weber's last waltz played by two French
horns, which I consider the most mclltlu-
ously musical performance l ever heard,
save in the instance mentioned. But YOU
know, !m not susceptible!
TO return to Phil Copcy; when he heard
Alice Southern say, 80, Phil" as above,
he experienced various extraordinary emo
tons in the left thoraclc region, and looked
upon the young lady in a peculiar way,
much az Il dyspeptic patient might look
upon perigord patti aux truffcs.
80. Phil"
"Wel, I don't carcl It is true. lam a
worthless vngabondl"
right to say So"
'T'vc good mind to 60 and drown my
self 7"
"Phil Copcly, if you don't stop talking
so, I'll never speak to you againl'
She had about as much idea of executing
her threat as he had of executing his.
''Wcll, just look at the case. Don't YOU
see that am villain and sco,indrcl to
keep coming here every day or two, whea
| have no business here at al2 Don't YOU
know that / haven't ccnt-exccpt the
miserable pittance my aunt left mc--I wish
she had taken it with her when SHE died!
And your father would as soon see you
marry coal-heaver as me7 Am l not a
viper in the bosom of the family? Oughtn't
to be thoroughly ashamed of myselfa Yes,
,soby George, am, tool"
= 80, Phil"
Imploringly this time, and with certain
hazy humidity in the clear Oct nc steal
charming epithet from one of Aldrich's
pocms), "brOnze-brown" eyes, that was no
detriment to their beauty, but which
wounded Phil Copely like two-cdged
sword.
81 will go away, somewhere" he said;
will join the navy, or the army. I will
go to Hong Kong, before tho mast-turn
missionary, or something. What shall
There was real, earnest suffering in this
last question; for Alice's eyes were full up
on him, and he felt that while they could
look thus, he was not only incapable of 60
ing to Hong Kong, but any other distance
of more than ten feet was equally unsur-
mountable.
SO he stayed just where ho was, and the
effect, artistically considered, was much
the better for his presence.
The two were sitting on a rustic scat, Gu
riously fashioned Of fantastic and misshapen
branches. Tropical cacti,, looking like
vegetable sausagcs, stood stiffiy around,
with their ragged blossoms of scarlet and
yellow hanging from them, as If they did
not belong there at all. Orange trees pcr-
fumed tho atmosphere with their creamy
flowers; and cast a soft, grcenish shadow
through the conservatory, where camelas,
rodand white, bloomed all about, contrasted
with water-lilies of rare kinds; passion
lowers; roses of endless variety and beau
ty; fuchsias as large as tho end of my fin
ger; air plants, daintily trailing their deli
cate tracery down from pretty little wire
baskets, hung high aloft; and, IN short, all
the curious and beautiful flowers and plants
that gardeners and poets love.
Next to the body Of the Academy of Mu-
sic, on grand opera night, like the green
house.
The,e sat tho lovers, looking very sad,
very affectionate, and very handsome.-as
many another couple have sat beforehand
considering themselves the most unfortu-
nate young people In tho world-also as
many another couple have done, Sand,
more betoken, will do, to the end of time."
80, Philip
His hand had found hers in some mys.
tcrious way (does anybody ever know how
hands get together ulider such circum-
stancesf), and their fingers were loosely in-
terlaccd. Leaning against the back of the
quaint sent, their heads somehow rested
very close to each other; 80 that Phil lps
2 touched one of Alice's nglcts--a great
sllowery splendor of gold and mahogany
color; not red, mind you, not reddish, but
4 just the least bit Of a suggestion of reddish
brown in certain half lights, all threaded
and shining with pale god, 80 as to beper-
fcctly don't know what.
Phil's breath stirred this ringlet, chang
ing the play OF It's light and shadow. Phil's
hano clasped the delicate digits moro closely.
fhips arm unconsciously passed about the
slender waist-another inscrntble mystery
-and Alice's head dropped gently down
until 1t rested upon Pills shoulder.
Then, upon this scene, so full of grace
and graci rless--of COLOR -tof flower per-
nms-- Of quiet beauty stole wondrous