The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1882-07-30
LIKE CURES LIKE.

here this afternoon, an she don't want no.
body to meet her at the station an tell her
it's only a quarter of mile walk TO the
house--she's seen kentry quarter miles he
fore an they're to come in Vaughn Seems
to hev her mind made up, anyhow that's
one comfort, | always hated boarders that
didn't hey their minds made up. Guess
you'll hev to harness mp Dandclon an bring
her up-her an her trunks. Dye hear,
Cornelia I"
Yes, mother" said Cornelia, "I hear
She didn't look as il she was paying much
attention. She was sitting ON the top door
step, with her cheek resting on her hand aud
her eyes fixed on an ant-hill at her feet.
which she was absently pol1ing with a twig,
to the manifest CONSERVATION of the inhabi-
tants. Her hair curled in tight rings all
over her head and her eyes were as blue as
china dolls. She didn't take much interest
in the matter, TO tell the truth They had
one or more summer -boarders every year,
and they we're never very interesting.
summer-boarder, to her, meant one of three
things-a maiden lady, who sketched, col
lectcd grasses, aud found fault with the tea :;
a country minister, who talked about her
privileges in living SO near the church and
advised her to read some useful work during
the winter, and an elderly widower, who
came every year, stayed two weeks, aud
never gave his attention to anything but
fishing and mnaltimcs. The prospect of the
arrival of an individual belonging to one of
these classes was not exhilarating. And
besides, Cornelia Mott had other and very
different things TO think Of 1t had never
been an easy thing for a girl 10 decide be
tween two lovers, one of whom dominates
her imagination and the other her heart.
Cornelia had had some beautiful letters
lately-on this very afternoon. They really
We're beautiful letters. She had seen several
in a book called "Decorum," that her aunt
had, and none of them were anything like as
good As these. They hadn't such fine ideas
or such elevated language. She wondered
if i'll the gay world, where such wonderful
things Happened, young men were in the
habit of writing such letters. They seemed
too iiue for every day, even among people of
fashion. The other lover was only Dick
Wlletts, in the village. He was very nice,
and she had always liked him, but he had
never written her n letter in his life. She
was very fond of hun, but after all, mar
riage was serious matter, as she very well
knew, and she was not by any means sure
that it was altogether a question of fondness.
She had heard it said by somebody she had
forgotten which one of the boarders--that
marriage was an education. In that case,
surely the author of those letters would offer
could ever hope to do. Well, there was one
comfort-ii hadn't to be decided immediately.
Il was week or two yet ere she had to make
up her mind about the other one--that is,
Philip Edison Cartwright-such a lovely
name, too Dick she could have most any
time, she guessed. With which inconsderate
but consoling reflection she threw down her
twig and ran to the barn to harness up
Dandelion.
The train made just long enough stop for
slender figure in black to step from the
platform, and then rushed Oh again as violent
as if it were not going to stop at another
wretched little station about two miles further
on. 1t was mere ailectation, its being in such
a tearing hurry.
care you Miss Mott ~ said the new conner,
walking up the platform with an air OF
grave interrogation TO Cornelia, as she stood
shyly, half advancing, half waiting.
Yes-that is--l'm Cornelia, - she replied
little confused
" Yes 2. Well, it's really the same thing
in the end-that is, if you haven't an elder
sister; have you ~
No I'm the only one.''
"I'm the boarder you expected, Won
know. Those are my checks. Why, child ~
she exclaimed, "you are not going TO try
aud put those heavy things into the wagon
yourself Are you insane 2"
"There's noone else to dol il, said Cornelia
pausing at the authoritative tone. b" Able
couldn't come; so | came alone. They're
not very heavy"
What's that man doing up there why
doesn't he help you 2" went on this sweet
but, for some unexplained reason, evidently
revolutionary young person.
ooh, that's Mr.. Babbitt," said Cornelia
alarmed.
The bare fact of its being Mr.. Babbitt was
sufficient to explain the matter to any resi-
dent of Mention Mr.. Babbitt was ticket
master, and always at the station, but h,
had never been known to compromise hi.
dignity by doing n hands turn for anybody
in his life.
But Eustace Enworthy was not native OF
Mention. Mr. Babbitt," said she, walking
up to him as he stood in dgnifed ease at tn,
other end of the platform, "please put my
trunks into that wagon There is no one
else here to do it,"
Mr.. Rabbit turned and regarded hel
with an expression of incredulous amaze
ment but, meeting her direct glance of calm
expectancy, he shifted his tobacco to the
other side and walked toward Cornela
where she stood, blushing and assailed by
strong desire to fly, with one hand on tn,
largest trunk. Mr.. Babbitt lifted botI
trunks into the wagon, and, still under tn,
influence of what seemed to Cornelia to be
some strange hallucination, assisted tn,
girls to cimh in, gathered up the reins, aud
handed them TO her.
"Thank you," said Eustace. :" We ar,
much obliged" And they drove of.
Mr.. Babbitt went and sat down, anC
wiped his forehead with handkerchief IL
had in the crown of his hat. ~ yum %
said he softly to himself. And, after
pause, " Nelly Mott, too | vum'
Meanwhile, Eustace, apparently uncon-
scious of the tremendousness of the step sh
had taken, inquired, "What time do yol
have breakfast, Conelia p
"At O'Clock"
"Therel was sure of it. You know
they told me you'd have breakfast at Ina II
past six; but when your letter came said
The person that wrote that letter never ma
breakfast at half-past six"
" But we do sometimes, said Cornelia tim
idly.
"Now, what made you say that 2" sal,
hustace, not severely, but earnestly
"When you see people thoroughly pleased
with anything never tell them the trutl
about it, because, you know, no one woul
ever be thoroughly pleased who knew tn
whole truth. Are they all as pretty as yol
up here :" she went ON, viewing CRITICAL
the crimson cheeks and blue eyes at he
side.
Cornelia hesitated a moment No,
said she defantly, they amt"
"Thats right, i" said Eustace approvingly
If they were, you know, should hav
gone home tomorrow l haven't bit
petty jealousy, but hate to be always at
disadvantage.
Corueia began to think this funny rattle
than inexpreesibly alarming. But your
pretty yourself" she said boldly.
"Oh, yes" said Eustace, with much in
Partially, " Pm pretty, but not as pretty a
you are. don't think my style is parti
ularly taking at first; yours is. Still,
grow on you," she went ON thoughtlullJ
certainly do. You see me in red an
yellow, and grow ON you awlully." An