Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1881-03-03

believe he has fallen In love with me.
He Ii 30 different from the soft-voiced,
perfumed darlings by whom I have been
surrounded all my life that, TO use your
own words, with different application,
stare mt him ms though he were being
from another sphere. The young
farmer reads, Lottie. and reads books
which. though printed in our native
language, would be Greek to you and
me; and be numbers the poets among
his friends. l 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. was idiot enough TO fancy that
he might be tho least bit confused when
| first saw him at work in his red shirt
and coarse very broad-brimmed straw
hat, but he saluted me rs calmly as
though he had been arrayed in the finest
garments. And his name is Nathaniel
not as pretty as Claude, but it means
the 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 womnn must be
q bee, not butterfly. Lottie"-with
sudden fierceness-" if ever you tell, I'll
kill you"
" My dear, when l do, you may.
Isabel, begin to suspect that you are
really in love with Nathaniel-another
Of your old passions-an that beneath
your butterfly wings turks the spirit of
the bee. And may live to see you
helping the pitchfork Apollo toss the
hay, build obelisks and pyramids of
cabbages, copy celebrated sculptures in
beets, and heap turnips in imitation of
classic old ruins"
Is fear me not, Miss Mayel. For
though I would be proud TO share in
each and every one of those occupations
as soon would expect that compact
mass of green's to suddenly tremble TO
its base and then topple ov er, separat-
ing one huge body into n hundred or
more heads, as dream that Nathaniel
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 throne of
sods. and with little shrieks fed TO n
safe distance, then turned TO look again.
II toppled over, its many heads rolling
in every direction, and in the place it
had occupied stood the young farmer.
II bless your brother for building
pyramid to-day, Miss Eastman" he said,
Though he did unload one of the
wagons all ready for market for the
purpose. And 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. Spellbound
/ remained concealed. half believing
that was still dreaming, to prove the
falsity Of the old proverb. Listeners
never hear any good OF tbemselves.'
But can I-dare | hope that grains of
earnest mingled with your jest, and that
the pats OF butter in our dairy may
some day be stamped with our mono
gram? Stand my friend, Miss Mayell.
and you shall not be forgotten when we
make ,he beet statues and the turnip
ruins"
Well, pom my word exclaimed
Miss Maywell, with frank glance of
admiration at the handsome young fei-
low. and a smile that threatened to be.
come laugh in another moment.
And "Of all thingsln said Miss East
man, a lovely blush mantling her face;
and then youth and fun conquered all
three. and they laughed until the farm
yard rtsounded, 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 adoring eyes. said: 81 never
would have gained courage to have told
you of my love, though I loved you
from the very first. had not heard from
your own sweet lips that you cared a
little for me. What good spirit. my
blessed, sent you Of ali places to the
farm-yard that afternoonp"
" II was an imp sent me there" she
answered, demurely. Mothers
youngest, who whispered TO me. as I
left the house with Lottie, There's
something awful Jolly way back in the
arm -yard--a pyramid OF cabbages
Nat Leigh's fast asleep behind it,
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