Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1881-02-23

farmer, the only child of our host ane
"Certainly not" and Miss Mayel
chances at her watch, 81 only arrive.
two hours ago, and have seen no one bu
IN my minds eye, -tan, ungainly, ant
speaks through his nose, eats with hi
knife, says How p and staree at you a,
though you were Being from anothe
sphere"
Your minds eye needs an eyeglass
Miss Mayell. Its vision is weak. Tall
broad shouldered, and calmly, if ma,
use the word as I mean it. I saw hin
tossing hay to-day, and he looked like al
Apollo who had exchanged his Tyre for {
pitchfork and profited by the change
And his table manners are as exquisite
as your own, Miss Mayen, and he has {
deep, full voice, and does not say How?
and has scarcely looked, letalone stared
at me. I have an idea that he regards
girls OF our ilk with quiet scorn, and
thinks Of us, if he thinks of us at all, as
hot house flowers not to be compared
with the daisies growing wild in the
meadows
'.How long have you been here,
Isabel"
"Six weeks.'
"Quite long enough, I think. You'd
better 60 away. You're regarding this
young farmer, who never looks at you
Il don't believe that, however
sentimentally. You might come to be.
ieve he has fallen in love with me. He
is so different from the soft-voiced, per-
tuned darlings by whom I have been
surrounded ell my life that, to use your
own words, with different application,
l stare at him as though he were a
being from another sphere. The young
farmer reads, Lottie, and reads books
which, though printed in our native Ian
guaage would be Greek to you and me;
and he numbers the poets among his
friends. I peeped into his room one
! day, and saw them all, in blue and gold.
on his bookshelf. He is an honest.
manly fellow, with no false pride about
him. I was idiot enough to fancy that
ne might be the least bit confused when
L tirst saw him at work in his red shirt.
and coarse, very broad brimmed straw
hat, but he saluted me as calmly as
though he had been arrayed in the finest
garments. And his name is Nathaniel
NOT as pretty as Claude, but it means
tthe gift of God The gift of God, in
deed, his old mother says he has been to
her, and so will he be to the woman he
marries. And that woman must be q
bee, not a butterfly. "Lottie," with
sudden 6erceness, eff ever you tell, I'll
kill you"
"My dear, when I do, you may. Isa-
bel, begin to suspect that YOU are
really in love with another
OF your odd passions that beneath
your butterfly wings turks the spirit of
the bee. And I may live to see YOU
helping the pitchfork Apollo toss the
hay, building obelisks and pyramids of
cabbages, copy celebrated sculptures in
o 1asai, a9 ' heap turnips in imitation Of
IL tear me not, Miss MAXWELL. For
though I would be proud to share in
each and every one Of those occupations,
as soon would I expect that compact
mass Of greens to suddenly tremble to it's
base and then topple over, separating
| one huge body into a hundred or more
heads, as dream that Nathaniel Leigh
would ever care for me-
The pyramid trembled to it's base. and
in apex tumbled to the ground. The
girls rose quickly from their throne of
sods, and with little shrieks fled to a safe
distance, then turned to look again, It
toppled over, it's many heads rolling in
every direction, and in the place it had
occupied stood the young farmer. e:
81 bless your brother for building a.
though he did unload one of the mar
ket wagons all ready for market for
the purpose. And I bless the happy
chance that kept me from the orchard.
and sent me here to fall asleep behind it.
to waken at the sound of your voice.
Spell bound [ remained concealed. half
believing that was still dreaming. to
prove the falsity Of the old proverb.
Listeners never hear any good of them
selves. But can I-dare I hope that
grains OF earnestness are mingled with
your jest, and that the pats of butter in
our dairy may some day be stamped
with your monogram? Stand my friend.
Miss MAXWELL, and you shall not be for
gotten when we make the beet statues
and the turnip ruins"
w., POA uy "OIu! o4CldlIuoQ
Miss Maxwell, with a frank glance of
admiration at the handsome young fell
low, and smile that threatened to be-
come laugh in another minute.
And "Of all things!'' said Miss East
man, lovely blush mantling her face:
and then youth and fun conquered ali
three, and they laughed until the farm
yard resounded, and Lion, the watch
dog, came bounding toward them, ask
ing with loud bow-wows what was the
matter.
A few weeks after Miss Isabel East
man became Mrs. Nathaniel Leigh, her
husband, lying at her feet in the orchard.
and looking up into her face with ador-
ing eyes, said, ct never would have
gained courage to have told you of nv
love, though I loved you from the very
first, had not heard from your own
sweet lips that you cared little for me.
What good spirit, my blessed, sent YOU
OF all places to the fam yard that after
noon?"
cit was an imp sent me there. " she
answered, demurely. "Mother's Young
est, who whispered to me, as I left the
house with Lottie, "There's Something
awful jolly way back in the farm.yardo
a pyramid of cabbages- Nat Teiph's