The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-05-05
TIE UNKNOWN.
And How She Camo to be Know
food heavens what q pretty FOOT"

The exclamation was an involuntary one.
IT, this day am not inclined to believe
myself responsible for il, however the crusty
shopkeeper with whom / was completing
bargain Tor valise might be pleased t.
differ with me upon the subject, for when
turned from his tiresome harrangue in
way net over and above ceremon1ous and
gave an admiring glance at the pair OF
daintily- gathered feet lust making their ap'
pearance upon the steps Of carriage which
that moment had drawn up before the door,
he gave me such an emphatic nod OF DIS
pleasure as would have anmhilated g less
formidable chap than myself. only nodded
back again in most approved style, saying,
as plainly as conld with my eyes, as l
threw bank note upon the counter:
MY good sir. pretty feet were made for
our admiration, and
could not say more, for while was
speaking in nv silent way the rarest OF little
women danced into the shop upon the rarest
Of little feet. Dear me! what bump my
sensitive heart gave under my buff waist
coat as I looked at her, and with what
bound it went up along my throat as though
it had something Of an idea OF leaving me
entirely, to take up it's abode with the little
bird of a creature who was futtering about
the store as if she had a dainty nest
hidden away among the large stores Of mer-
chandise, and so went through this pretty
little prelude Of futtcling and flying that
we might not learn il, what nook she folded
her tremulous wings.
This is Just what want. sir"
What voics!I started as thong Oh every
robins song that had been sung since the
days of Adam had been concentrated into
one burst of melody close to my ear. She
had paused before large black travelling
trunk, and was running one little white
hand criticisingly over the polished top,
pulling at the fastenings with her slender
fingers, turning the key backward and for
ward in the obstinate lock, and tipping her
head upon one side in meditative way,
as though the destiny of worlds hung upon
her decision.
II like that trunk, she said.
She glanced up at me as she spoke, with
her bright, inquiring eyes. I liked that
trunk, too; ard SO, before could help my
self, my head was bowling out my idea of
her contemplated purchase. She blushed
little, and turned away, and then drew
from the reticule upon her arm her plump,
portly looking purse. Il like to see wo-
man carry /. well filled money bagD Oh,
envied trunk, how easily that could pass
into her possession!
Send it to the Fifth Avenue Hotel at
once, if you please. she said.
started again, as though had been
surprised by q sudden shock of earthquake.
The Fifth Avenue Hotel was my own stop
ping place.
''Send my valise to Fifth Avenue Hotel!'
called to the shopkeeper Us she ran up the
steps of her CARRIAGE. II am going out in
the o'clock Central train"
Thought there was slight tipping of
the exquisite little bonnet as spoke. A
little exquisitive molten, mean, just like
that of bird while listening. Perhaps
was mistaken, however, although lam sure
spoke loudly enough to have been heard
across the street, but had a purpose In 1t,
and it was no ones affair but my own
did not like the idea of leaving the city
in two short hours time, am certain did
not. but it was an arrangement which I
could not easily recede from. Hotel bills
were paid, trunks packed, tickets bought
and friends of the west anxiously awaiting
my appearance. But made the most of
my time. I did not rest until learned the
name of the fair occupant of No. -, and
then managed to send her beautiful
bouquet in somewhat mysterious manner,
accompanied by note which could not be
passed by with Indifference. Then con-
tented myself by praying that there would
be some delightful "come out" to the pref
ty little romance which was weaving about
myself; that the thread Of fate would throw
the beautiful woman.-unknown at the ho-
tel save by the registered cognomen, Emily
Corlew-across my pathway at a time not
far distant.
With these thoughts in my wild, hot
brain, found myself flying away from the
hustle and din of the metropolis. I had a
fine time of it, all to myself-dreamed as
many dreams in the beautiful style of Ike
Marvel, as could be crowded into three
volume novel, and in the short space of one
hour. One hour, and then, 0, ye gods
what an awakening there was! The cars
were stopping at by station when heard
voice-the voice, mean-for in all the
world there could be but one pair Of lips
through which flowed such sweet, ribbon
like music. I turned around. Oh, jubi-
late! there sat my little woman of the trav-
cling trunk, the heroine of my dream, my
directly in her face for full three minutes
before observed that she carried in one
hand the bouquet had sent her. When I
saw that found myself bowling to her.
Found myself, say, for am sure did
HUI uledu u. Ole ut1l UON0u LII I0NuIA,
and then turned herself away in bashful
confusion. The next moment was in the
seat beside her, begging her to excnse my
seeming rudeness, telling her that I was
daring and reckless in my bearing, but
trusted not disrespectful-tha could not
rest contented until Was assured that she
forgave me.
would you excuse me?" I asked.
She bowed her head and smiled. She
hoped nv face was true index Of nv char
actar, she said, in her pleasan pretty way.
hoped SO, too. If it was not, it should
be. Vowed that to myself score Of times
in single minute. grew to perfection I'm
resolution, I mean,) in remarkable short
space Of time.
Would 1 favor her with my manner" she
asked. looking very prim and proper.