River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1881-03-24

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 elbow,
| stamping the pats of butter with your
monOgram-for that's as near as you'd
ever come TO churning; and in the
/ henneTy, scattering corn to the chick
ems from a dainty white apron, a Gu
1 riously shaped rustic hat meanwhile
shading your rose-and-cream complex
| ion from the sun. You born to love
cows and chickens you who have
reigned a city belle for four long years r
'And for three been most ready to
abdicate. By-the-bye"-with assumed
careIessness-' have you seen the young
farmer, the only child of our host and
hostess?"
Certainly not;" and Miss Mayell
| glanced at her watch. 81 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 being from
another sphere"
"Your minds eye needs an eyeglass,
Miss Mayell. Its vision is weak Tall,
broad-shouldered, and calmly, if l may
use the word us mean it. / saw him
tossing hay to-day, and he looked like
an Apollo who had exchanged his Tyre
for a pitchfork, and profited by the
change. And his table manners are as
exquisite as your own, Miss Mayell;
and he has deep, full voice, and does
not say How" and has scarcely look
ed, 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 dollhouse
| flowers not to be compared with the
daisies growing wild in the meadows. -"
"How long have you been here, Isa-
bel?"
| "Six weeks"
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 you had fallen in love with
/ him"
"And if I 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, that, to
! use YOUR own words, with Il different
application, stare at him as 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 he numbers the
poets among his friends. | 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 the
least bit confused when | 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 gar
ments. 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 woman must be
bee, not a butterfly. Lottie
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 i'll love with Misunderstanding
Of your old passions 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 oblisks and pyramids of
cabbages, copy celebrated sculptures
in beets, and heap turnips in imitation
of classic old ruins"
II fear me not, Miss Maynell For
though / would be proud to share in
each and every one of these Occupa-
tons us soon would | expect that COM
pact mass of green's to suddenly trem-
BILE to its base and then tOpple over,
separating one huge body into hun
dred 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 gi1ls rose quickly from their throne
of sods, and with little shricks fled to a
safe distance, then turned to look again.
1t toppled over its many heads rolling
in every direction, and in the place it
had occupied stood the young farmer.
IL bless your brother for building a
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
| themselves But can 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 monogram Stand my friend,
Miss Mayell, and you shall not be for
gotten when we make the beet statues
and the turnip ruins
"Well, non my word p exclaimed
Miss MayeIl, with frank glance of
admiration at the handsome young fell
lew. and smile that threatened to be-
come a laugh in another moment.
And "Of all things y said Miss East
man, lovely blush mantling her face;
and then youth and fun conquered all
three, and they laughed until the farm
yard resounded, 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: Il never
would have gained courage to have
told YOU Of my love, though 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 all places to the
| farm-yard THAT afternoon
." 1t was an imp sent me there" she
answered demurely. Mothers young
est, who whispered to me, as left the
! house with Lottie, There's something
awful jolly way back in the farm
yard-a pyl mid of cabbages-and Nat
| Leighs fast asleep behind it. "-HGr-
per'y Dafklg.
Mrs. MahOne's Apprehension.
Senator Malone, of Virginia, is a very
thin man. The following story, illus
/ tratiye of his exceeding lamenesS, Is
! = I \ ~ T.. l.