The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1882-01-13
" TOO UTTERLY uTT.u
A Soulful Esthetc and Her Too Too Prac-
tical Papa.
Rocklond Courier.

Rocklaad Courier.
A few months ago the daughter Of Rock
land man who has grown comfortably wei
of In the small grocery line, was sent away
to female college," and last week she ar
rived home for the holiday vacation. The
old man was In attendance 1t the depot when
the train arrived, with his old horse in the
delivery wagon to convey his daughter and
her trunk to the house. When the train had
stopped bewitching array Of dry goods ant
wide brimmed hat dashed from the car ant
flung itself into the elderly party's arms.
"Why you superlative pa !" sheexclaimed
"I'm ever SO utterly gla.l to see you"
The old man was somewhat unnerved by
the greeting, but he recognized the sealskir
cloak in his grip as the identical piece Of
property he had paid for with the bay mare
and he sort Of hugg-d it up in his arms and
planted kiss where it would do the mosl
good with report that sounded above the
noise Of the depot. In brief space of time
the trunk and its attendant baggage were
loaded into the wagon, which was soou
humping over the cobbles toward home.
"Pa, DEAR" said the young miss, survey
ing the team with critical eye, C. do you
consider this quite excessively beyond?
"Hev ?" returned the old man with puz.
zled air; "quite excessive beyond what !
Beyond Warrenf ! consider 1t somewhat
about ten mile beyond Warren, countin
from the Bath way, II that's what you mean y
"Oh, no, pa; You don't understand me, y
the daughter explained. ~ mean this agor
ana horse. Do you think they are soulful Z
do you think they could be studied apart
In the light of symphony, or even simple
poem, and appear as intensely utter to one
on returning home As one could express ?'
The old man twisted uneasily in his seat
and muttered something about he believed
1t used to be used for An express before he
bought 1t to deliver pork in, but the CONVEX
sation appeared to be travelling In such q
lonesome direction that lie fetched the horse
resounding crack on the rotunds, and the
severe jolting over the frozen ground pre-
vented further remarks.
"Oh, there Is that lovely and consummate
NAL" screamed the returned collegatess, as
they drew up at the door, and presently she
was lost in the embrace Of . motherly
woman in spectscles.
"Well, Maria" said the old man at the
supper table, - he nipped piece Of butter
of the lump with his own knife, !" an how
d'you like your school?"
We'll, there, pa, now you're shou--I mean
! Iconsider Il far TOO beyond" replied the
daughter. II Is unqusstionably ineffable.
The girls are 20 snmpsuously stnnnina--I
nleass gsxHa-so szqaisits intense. And
then the parties, the balls, the rides-oh, the
past weeks have been one sublime harnony. y
81 s'pose SOL s'pose So" nervously as
sented the old man as he reached for his
third cup" half full ll"--"but how about
your books--readin', wrilin', grammar, rule
O. three-how about them?"
PA! DON'T" exclaimed the daughter re.
proachfully, "the rule Of three! grammar
II Is French and music and painting and the
divine In art that have made my school life
the bos--I mean that have rendered II one
uHbroken flow Of rythnic bliss--incompara
bly, and exquisItely all but"
The grocery man and his wife locked help
lessly at each other across the table. After
q lonesome pause, the old lady said:
How do you like the biscuits, Mariap"
They are too utter for anything" gushed
the accomplished young lady, sand this
plum preserve Is simply poem in ITSELF"
The old man rose abruptly from the table
and went out Of the room, rubbing his head
In dazed and benumbed manner, and the
mass convention was dissolved. That nigh.
he and his wife sat alone by the stove until
. late hour, and 1t the breakfast table the
next morning he raped smartly OH his plate
with the handle Of his knife and remarked
Marianne an your mother have been
talkilf the thing over, an we've come TO the
conclusion that this boardin' school business
Is too utterly all but too much nonsense.
Me an her consider that We haven't lived
sixty-odd consummate years for the purpose
Of raisin' curiosity, and there's goin' to be
stop put to this unquenchable foolishness.
Now, after you've finished eating that poem
Of fried sausage and that symphony Of twist
ed doughnut, you take an dust up stairs In
less than two seconds, an peel of that fancy
gown an put on caiiker, an then come
down an help your mother wash dishes. I
want it to be distinctly understood that there
amt goin' to be no more rythmic foolishness
In this house 50 longs your superlative pa
an your lovely an consummate mas run
MIN the ranch. You hear me, Maria?"
Maria was listening.