Connecticut western news., 1881-06-15
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 with fair curls and the most wonderful dark gray eyes. She was an only child, and adorei by her father and mother and all the rest of the household, as she we'll deserved to be, being the quaint est, brightest, and most generous little creature that ever sang and danced through merry childhood. In the smallest house in the village lived boy
 Miss Hollener A "lovely" boy?
 MT. Owens [gravely]: His mother thought so.
 Miss Hollener: His eyes and hair?
 MT. Owens Blue and black, if my memory serves me aright. He was the son of pretty little women, who, hav- ing at the age of seventeen married for love poor German geologist, found herself at twenty widow with no money and baby boy. An old aunt to whom she applied for assistance offered her and her child home. That home was the diminutive cottage to which I have already referred. Here she managed to make living by the aid of her needle, the lady at the "big house" being her chief patroness. And the fact of the lady of the "big house" being her chief patroness lead to the two children growing up, as it were, together. From the very first the boy constituted him. self the guardian and protector of the little girl. He guarded her toddling steps. His was the first name she ever spoke. And when she grew old enough to lead, he followed her faithfully. Never was knight in oIden times more devoted to lady fair. You see them here on this plate gathering blackberries. Her basket, you will observe, is brim- ming over, while his is still empty.
 Mss Hollener looking at the plate with an appearance of great interest," |: Yes, so it is. Pity everything is so blue, including the blackberries, ism t it? And really can't see the loveliness of the little girl. Her nose, I am sure, is crooked, and her arms much too long, And the berries look like pears. But perhaps berries did look like pears in those days.
 ! MT. s.Owens: We'll, time went on, and dAthe playmates met almost every day, the parents of g the gray-eyed girl thinking only of the blue-eyed boy as a son of a faithful dependent t who had in herited his mothers faithfulness, when one day-she was then twelve and he fourteen-they quarreled.
 Miss Hollener: Had they never quar- reled before?
 MT. Owens Oh, yes, many time. But this was the first serious quarrel. He had presumed to reprove her fo1 something she had done.
 Miss Hollener: Had he never "pre. sumed to reprove her" before?
 Mir. Owens Often. But this time he added to the reproof the remark that he1 conduct had not only been unklnd, but unlady-like she had snatched her skip ping-rope from the hands of young ) darky who was sure ptitiously enjoying ; a skip with it. The picture on the second plate represents the quarrel She is turning away from him, witt flashing eyes, while she says "And yet am lady. But you seem to for. get what you area sewing woman boy, my mothers servants son!"
 Miss Hollenre Extremely rude ant unkind, after so many years of devotion on his part; but dare say she was
 very sorry directly after her ungratefu : speech, and no doubt regrets it till this day. But really now, MT. Owens, dc
 you think this illustration 8 good one. 7 To me it does not look like quarrel al
 all. She is smiling sweetly- MT. Owens Scornfully, I assure
 you.
 Miss Hollener: And he, cer rtainly h, ) is holding out to her an intensely : cerulean apple, with @ slight cracl . across it.
 MT, Owens You mistake. It is , ball which she presented to him jus . before the unpleasantness, and whicl s he, in his boyish indignation, is mutel, l demanding she shall take back. | Miss Hollener: And they don't ap a pear to be any older than they wer when they were gathering pears mean blackberries.
 MT. Owens: Appearances are oftel deceitful. They are several years older ' The boy left her in silence, but tn IS taunt sank deep in his heart, and tha n very night he bade "good-by' to tn > small cottage, and went out into tn l. world to seek his fortune. After muc E hard struggling, he found it-not > great one, but more than enough t 's support the dear mother and himsel le ID comfort. And at last timely III le vention brought him fame, and fam 3, brought him once more face to fac ] with the love of his boyhood. He T. father had died soon after their separs
 tion, and she and her. mother had lei l. the big house" in the beautiful vi re lage, and gone to live in the adiacer
 city. At least they lived there durin 'u the winters, but passed their summer 'd in villa at one of our watering place: n You see the young lady on the thir 'u plate rowing herself in a fairy-lik It boat, while her mother stands on th to shore looking on with evident admir-,
 tion?
 1e Miss Hollener: do. The boat i ut form not unlike a bath tub, the oa1 Is pointing skyward, and the mamma { nt near that if she be not extremely car in full, her aquatic daughter will row d a rectly over her. Pray go on, M a. Owens