The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1881-02-24

weary Is coulu De OF nearing the same
compliments and making the same re-
plies, and doing this thing in the morn
ing, and that in the afternoon, and the
other in the evening. and at last l fed
from the old familiar throng precipi-
lately one rainy day, leaving nv maid
to pack my wardrobe and follow. And
determined that this summer would
try pastures entirely new. Auntie had
often told me of the pleasant. old-fash-
ioned farmhouse which she discovered
years ago, and coaxed mamma
promising to take Charley. our young
est, who is the 'worrit' of her life, with
me--to let me spend three of my four
out-of-the-city months here. And, Lot
tie. have never been as happy before,
and j am firmly convinced that here /
have found the kind of life that would
suit me best. / was born to love cows
and chickens, to make butter, to build
pyramids of cabbages."
"Your' laughed her friend. II
think see you in the dairy, in neat
cambria dress, with sleeves rolled to
the elbows, stamping the pats of butter
with your monogram-for that's as
near as you'd ever come to churning;
and in the hennery, scattering corn to
the chickens from dainty white apron,
q curiously shaped rustic hat mean
while shading your rose-and-cream COM
plexion from the sun. You born to
love COWS and chickens!-you who have
reigned city belle for four long
"And for three been most ready to
abdicate. By-the-bye''-with assumed
carelessness-"hav you seen the young
farmer, the only child Of our host and
| hostessr'
"Certainly mott" and Miss Mayen
glances at her watch. ~ only arrived
two hours ago, and have seen no one
but you and your aunt. But can see
him in my minds eye'-tall, ungainly,
and speaks through his nose; eats with
his knife; says 'Howr and stares at
you as though you were being from
another sphere"
Your minds eye needs an eyeglass,
Miss Mayell. Its vision is weak. Tall.
broad-shouldered. and calmly, If 1 may
use the word as mean It / saw him
tossing hay to-day, and he looked like
an Apollo who had exchanged his Tyre
for pitchfork. and profited by the
change. And his table manners are as
exquisite as your own, Miss Mayell; and
he has q deep. full voice, and does not
say 'How?' and has scarcely looked,
let alone stared at me. 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, Isa-
bel?'' -
"Six weeks" Ft e-t .
"Quite long enough, think. You'd
better go away. You are regarding
this young farmer, who never looks at
you'll don't believe that, however,
too sentimentally. You might come to
believe that you had fallen in love with
him"
| "And If did, what harm could re-
suit from that? He'll never come to
believe he has fallen in love with me.
| He is SO different from the soft-voiced,
perfumed darlings by whom have been
surrounded all my life, to use your own
words, with q different application,
stare at him as though he were being
from another sphere. The young farm
er reads, Lottie, and reads books which,
though printed in cur native language,
would be Greek to you and me; and he
numbers the poets among his friends.
/ peeped into his room one day, and saw
them all, in blue and gold, on his book
shelf. He is an honest, manly fellow,
with no false pride about him. 1 was
idiot enough to fancy that he might be
the least bit confused when l first 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 pref.
ty as Claude. but it means the gilt Of
Cod The gift of God. indeed, his old
| Lar ho he's hnor 60 hnr and AZ
will he be to the woman he marries.
/ And that woman must be q bee. not q
butterfly. Lottie"-with sudden fierce
ness-"if ever you tell, I'll kill YOU"
"My dear, when do. you may. Isa-
bel. 1 begin to suspect that you are
really in love with Nathaniel--another
of your odd passions-and that beneath
your butterfly wings turks the spirit o
the bee. And / may live to see YOU
helping the pitchfork Apollo toss the
hay, build obelisks and pyramids oi
cabbages, copy celebrated sculptures il
bects, and heap turnips in imitation O
classic old ruins"
81 fear me not, Miss Mayell. Fol
though would be proud to share il
each and every one of those occupa
tions, as soon would expect that com
pact mass of green to suddenly tremblt
to its base and then topple over, sepa
rating one huge body into q hundred
or more heads, as dream that Nathanie
Leigh would ever care for me-"
The pyramid trembled to its base
and its apex tumbled to the ground
The girls rose quickly from their thron,
of sods, and with little shrieks fed t.
. safe distance, then turned to lool
again. 1t toppled over. its many head
rolling in every direction, and in tn,
place it had occupied stood the youns
farmer.
81 bless your brother for building ,
pyramid to-day, Miss Eastman" h,
said, s.though he did unload one of tn,
market wagons all ready for the pur
: pose. And I bless the happy chanc,
: sent me here to fall asleep behind it, t,
waken at the sound OF your voice
Spell-bound remained concealed, hal
believing that was still dreaming, :,
, prove the falsity of the old proverb
l Listeners never hear any good O
themselves But can I-dare hop
!, that grains of earnest mingled wit
! your Jest, and that the pats of butter il
; our dairy may some day be stampe,
l with our monogram? Stand my friend
Z Miss Navel, and you shall not be for
gotten when we make the beet statue
> and the turnip ruins. 49, ---
!. "Well. 'pon my wordr' exclaime
|, Miss Mayell, with q frank glance of ad
miration at the handsome young fel
8 low, and q smile that threatened to be
D como q laugh in another moment
? And "of all thingsr' said Miss East
! man. . lovely blush mantling her face
and then youth and fun conquered a
2 three, and they laughed until the farm
yard resounded. and Lion. the watcf
T dog, came bounding toward them, ash
Q ing with loud bow-wows what was th
( matter.