The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-09-13

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! "And the hay would have been
spoiled if l hadn't helped to get it in
and poor old Hans would have been
discharged for forgetting; and besides,
wasn't Maud Muller. in the poem, a
haymaker. and did any one dare to
criticize her."
II am sure" mildly commenced
Miss Haven.
"Oh. don't make any apologies y
said little Una. with her retrousse nose
in the air. and two red spots on her
cheeks. "And tell your brother, Miss
Mary, that am as little anxious to
make his acquaintance as he is mine.
And exit Una, not without some
slight emphasis on the closing of the
door.
"How pretty she has grown" said
Mary Haven Ia involuntary admira-
ton.
"Do YOU think So" said Ellice. a
little doubtfully. "She is so dark and
so abrupt, you know and then she
has no charm of manner-poor, dear
little Una"
Julius Haven laughed little when
the younger Miss Iocelyn's defiant
message WAS brought to him.
''She need not be alarmed, he said
There is no sort Of probability that
We shall Ike brought into contact with
each other"
"But man proposes and God dis
poses, says the sparkling little pro-
verb; and the week was not out before
Mr.. Junius Haven stroliing among the
picturesque woods which surrounded
the old house which the paterfamilias
Haven had rented for the summer.
found himself in p ruined saw-mill
where tall sweet fern bushes grew
through the yawning crevices OF the
Wondering floor, and the sunbeams
sifted like misty lines of gold between
the cracks in the roof above.
''There must he 2. view from that
peak" said Haven t. himself; and
springing up a slight ladder, which
reared itself from beam to beam, he
picked his way across the perilous
flooring to the window, which looked
out over breezy stretch Of vale and
upland where the blue windings Of
the river flashed in the sunshine, and
the undulations Of distant mountain
chain seemed to Close up the horizon
with its purple gateways.
As he stood there, feasting his eyes
upon the prospect, slight noise below
attracted his ear: he hurried to the
edge of the floor, only in time to dis
cover that the ladder, his only means
Of escape, was walking of upon the
shoulders of stout, silver-haired old
man, who whistle cheerfully as he
went.
"Halloa!" he shouted. "Hoh on
there, my man! Where are you 90
ing with that ladder ,"
No aDswer-nc response of any ma
turc
''Is the man deaf." cried Haven,
in a sort of frenz--.
That was precisely what old Hans
DicfendOrf was As deaf as the pro-
verbal post!
Pretty Una Jocelyn was waiting on
the edge of the ruins, holding up one
pretty finger
"Hush, Hans?" she said. Don't
Won hear some one calling?"
me hear noting" said old Hans,
whose dull ears could catch Una's
sweet voice when the shouting of the
farm hands was inaudible to him
"It must be de catbirds or 80 me one
who shoots squirrels in de glen"
mo. said Una; Its q voice call
ing. Stay here till come back"
Hans stood still with the ladder on
his back, while his young mistress
hurried up the steep bank"
"Who is IT." she cried in voice rs
clear rs thrush's MARBLE.
at is II" responded Mr.. Junius
Haven, plaintively. II climbed up
here and some one has taken the lad
der away and can't yet back"
Una stood with her hands clasped
behind her back, and the wind blow.
ing her chestnut curls about, while q
mischievous light scintillated under
her dark eyelashes.
"Oh," said she. Il understand.
You are Mr.. Haven?
"And you are Miss Una Jocelyn ?"
said he, coloring.
Exactly" said the girl. "And
here is an opportunity for me to be re.
venged. You called me an Amazon.
a farm boys assistant manner of
names; and you are at my mercy
now"
Eyes; it's all true" confessed Mr..