Frostburg mining journal., 1881-12-31

AS for Miss Glade's opinion Of our
hero at the end of month, perhaps we
could not ascertain it more easily than
by glancing at this portion of letter
written by her to her bosom friend in
the city:
"You have not forgotten my Ignora-
mus, Of whom wrote you, Kittiep Well.
We still have the honor OF his attend.
ance at the school, and I will frankly
admit that / should hardly know, now,
how to keep the same school without
him. How or why he does it do not
pretend to know, but he seems to have
those old-time intractables under
uch a spell that I do not believe one
of them would dare disobey me, if he
felt so inclined.
Zone other fact is unquestionable to
my mind. Were he only blessed with
the cultivation and the gentlemanly,
social polish which Mr.. Arthur Hughes
possesses, Larry Farnsworth would be
my very beau ideal Of u man. Often,
as he sits poring hopelessly over the
multiplioation-table, in his homespun
suit, sans coat. I catch myself watching
the splendid figure, the clesr-cut, intel
lectual face, with it's broad, sweeping
brow and tscinating gray eyes, almost
expecting to hear their owner charm
my senses with the eloquence OF q
Cicero, or thrill my soul with poetic dis
QUESTIONS on the wonders and beauties
of the old masters. He looks as though
nature had formed him for leading
spirit among the choicest favorites Of
literature and art. Silent, those hand
some lips seem the very home Of poetry
and eloquence; but the moment he opens
them to speak--shades q Murray how
my fairy castles tumble to the ground !
He is an Ignorsmus, Kittie-a hopeless
Ignoramus l--cslling me to his side
twenty times day to unravel problems
which ought not to puzzle the intellect
OF child often. Worse than all, he
does not realize what he has missed.
Oh, what q blunderer was destiny,
thus TO deny this man the one gift that
would have made him irresistiblel"
And then the postscript:
81 have at last fully decided not to
accept the hand OF MIR. Hughes. May
he find better appreciation elsewhere.
With all his elegance and culture he is
not the man who can fill the heart of
"DoRA GLADE"
And these words Of Kittie's letter, in
reply:
"Look out, my dear, or the Igno-
ramus may capture the heart that q
NAL of intellect has failed to win.
Stranger things have happened. Many
a man has been educated by his wife.
Dora's lips curled and a fash of
annoyance crossed her fair, expressive
features as she read.
"Bah I" she exclaimed, contempt
uously, crumpling the letter in her
hand and tossing it into her desk.
But why did her fair face soften into
infinite Tenderness, again, and a blush
deeper than crimson rose bathe her
cheek and brow and snowy throat as
she remembered certain thrilling glances
from pair of bright gray eyesP And
why did this worshiper of intellect
murmur to herself with kind Of fierce
delight2
"He loves mel know it I know
itp
During the summer days that followed,
her thoughts often turned to Kittie's
letter and the tempting possibilities it
suggested. But she quickly put them
from her. II was exquisitely sweet,
this city girl who was we'll used to re-
fined and cultivated society could
not deny to herself, to note the electric
influence of her power in the dark
flush rising to manly cheek, the quick
thrill of his powerful frame at her
slightest touch, and the passionate
light she sometimes caught in the
finest eyes she had ever seen. And per
haps her own heart responded to every
sign. But it could 20 no further.
Dora's mind WAS one of those which
ever unconsciously reach out toward all
the richest treasures in the world Of art
and learning, and she knew that it could
never be satisfied with the companion
ship of one who could not, at least, keep
paca with her in all the finest charms OF
intellectual life. She resolved never to
make such dangerous experiment, even
for "love's sweet sake" And we think
that she was right.
1t was the last evening of her stay.
Her pupils had all received their little
tokens of remembrance, had said good
bye to their pretty girlish teacher, and
were now gone to their several homes,
leaving her alone to gather up hor few
effects and indulge in parting reyerie
upon the events Of the past three
months. Larry Farnsworth alone had
been absent that last day, but in her
secret heart she thanked him for it, for