Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1881-03-03
sods with you, II you please. have an

sods with you, II you please. ! have an
idea that cabbage would prove very
uncomfortable seat under any circum-
stances. And do go back to the COM
monplace, that's n darling, for I'm dying
to know what happened since we parted
an age ago" :.
"An age agol One year and half
exactly. was then engaged to Claude
venner. Pretty name, isn't itP And he
was pretty little fellow, with nice
curly hair, and lovely blue eyes, with
lashes long enough for bang, small
| dimpled hands, and not an idea in his
little round head. My mother-with all
due Difference l say it-and his mother
TO whom l accord much less Difference
made the match when was eighteen,
and l unmade it at twenty. | never
loved Claude. How could IP And he
never loved me. How could hep We
were the victims of circumstances and
match making mammas, and two NOR
tails more unlike it would be hard to
find. He was the most conventional of
men, and would have nearly died il at
one of those drearJ dinner parties in
which his soul delighted someb dy had
whispered TO him that his back hair
wasn't parted straight, while | have
often been strongly tempted to shock
the full-dressed guests, at the very start,
by asking for more soup.
"Well, last June, at Newport, my
diminutive friend Eda Smythe. with a
head the exact counterpart OF Claude's,
appeared upon the scene, and she and
my betrothed fell in love with each
other at first sight. Mamma fretted
and fumed and scolded, and asked me,
with tragic emphasis, how | could look
calmly on and see so many thousands
of dollars being lost to the family, for
she was sure that artful mink would
persuade poor deaf Claude to elope or
something; but l continued TO look
calmly on, until one evening Claude,
with a deep sigh, kissed Eda's hand ~
he bade her goodnight, when turned
suddenly upon them, and bade them fol-
low me to my room. There forgave-
quite in the manner Of n stage parent
the infatuated midgets their base du.
plicity, gave them my blessing. kissed
them both and rs soon as they, beam
ing with JOY, had departed, /. also beam
ing with JOY, and not quite in the man
ner OF stage parent, except perhaps a
Pinaiore one, executed pirouette-a
mad, revolving pirouette-in honor
of my newly acquired freedom.
Mamma was awfully angry,
but they're awfully happy. and
they've named the baby after me.
My chains (they were never very heavy.
Imust confess) broken beyond repair.
l firted more than ever, all the time
growing as weary as could be of hear
ing the same compliments and making
the same replies, and doing this thing
in the morning, and that in the afternoon.
and the other in the evening, and at last
/ fled from the old familiar throng
precipitanty one rainy day, leaving my
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
fashio ned farmhouse which she dis
covered 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-oLthe-city months here. And.
Lottie, have never been so happy be-
fore, and / am firmly convinced that
here have found the kind of life that
wodld suit me best. was born to love
cows and chickens, to make butter. to
build pyramids of cabbaRes."
Your laughed her friend. Il
think see you in the dairy, in neat
cambria dress, with sleeves rolled to
the elbow, stamping the pats OF butter
with your monogram-ior that's as near
as you'd ever come to churning; and in
the hennery, scattering corn to the
chickens from dainty white apron. a
curiously shaped rustic hat meanwhile
plexion from the sun. You born To love
cows and chickensl-you who have
reigned city belle for four long yearsw
And for three been most ready TO
abdicate. By-the-bye"-with assumed
carelessness-" have you seen the young
farmer, the only child of our host and
hostessw
Certainly mott" and Miss Mayell
glanced at her watch. II 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 How" and stares at
you as though you were a being from
another sphere"
Your minds eve needs an eyeRlass.