Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-11-23
so GOES THE WORLD.

"Netta :" sang shrill voice after
me, rs | ran down the lane.
l am Antoinette-Antoin Lang
ley-and they call me Tina, Toinette,
Ante, anything containing any Of the
syllables. in order to abbreviate the
tiresome appcllation. Indeed, | con-
sidered myself called too often. On
the present occasion | knew | should
be called back if | did not run. | ran,
and was recalled Notwithstanding; |
returned 10 the house more deliberate
ly than ! had left it.
The most essential thing | have
forgotten" said Aunt Tilda-the thing
forgotten was always most essential
with her. "It does not matter how
many offers You get on the way. you
are not To ride. You will spill the
custard and your dress will be spoiled"
al promise" returned, gravcly
holding the pail almost ut arm's-length,
Il will not ride unless Tom Armstrong
or Susy Winters beau overtakes me.
could not refuse Tom, you know,
aunty, because l like him; nor the
very sage Mr.. Eyerard. because 30
not like SUSy. Besides, | have met
him on occasions, and he-well, he in
terests me-"
AS for Mr.. Everard, he would
never think Of asking you. Susy is
much handsomer-"
"Than anything you please, Aunt
Tilda, if you except your lovely
niece"
"Ride with Tom Armstrong, IL you
think best, Toinette Langley" said
my aunt, suddenly leaving Susy; and
she continued. her hand directed to-
ward me in the form of an index: ale
hai better not bring his pink-and-white
face around here any more. or I'll send
you into the kitchen and receive his
simpcrs myself Pah | can't abide
pretty man."
When | return | will tell you
which of the two | honorcd," | said.
turning from her with a low bow.
Tom. whom my aunt calls a good
for-nsught. is the squire's son. and has
always been my preux-chevalier. /
have buttercd him and sugared him,
as the mood seized me, and snubbcd
him numerically at times-he was so
tiresome.
But Aunt Tilda had fallen into the
way Of fretting about him. For this
reason and because he often assured
me that Susy Winters beauty could
bear no comparison to mine, l had
favored him Of late.
Mr. Everard is new arrival. He
has just built n cottage artistic,
unpretentious structure hired a o lse-
keeper. and settled down among u.s.
Ills house just fits into the little nook
where il was built. and seems to be a
part of nature. The birds think il be
longs To them, too, and hover around
il in ecstasy.
Aunt Tilda it was who told me this.
and she added that she did not at all
wonder. for the other houses in Walton
were an Offense 10 architecture and
the birds knew it.
But / do not see but there are
feathered songsters enough in our
slms, and doubt IL Aunt Tilda would
exchange her gambrel-roofed home
stead, that has served the LangIeys for
four generations. for the 'new-fangled
concern" as Deacon Seward calls It,
that Mr.. Everard inhabits.
This Mr.. Everard is an author-a
man who writes heavy articles on
social science, or some other incom-
prehensible subject, for the Oceanic.
We hardly expected that he would
associate with us common morta's, but
he had twice attended our societies, I"
each time bringing Susy Winters,
whose father is his friend and Susy,
since this distinction, had assumed
high airs. thereby exciting our resent
ment.
| had not proceeded ten rods onsny
way before John Seward, the dcacon's
son, drove up and asked me 70 ride.
Il should be so glad TO. Mr. sew