Daily Los Angeles herald., 1882-01-07
"TOO UTTERLY UTT."
A Soulful Esthetic and Her Too, Too Practi.
cal Papa.
[ Rockland Courier.l

fRockland Courier.l
A few months ago the daughte
of q Rockland man, who ha
grown comfortably well off in th
small grocery line, was sent ava.
to a ''female college," and las
week she arrived home for the hol
iday vacation. The old man wa
In attendance at the depot whel
the train arrived, with the oil
horse in the delivery wagon to con
vey his daughter and her trunk t
the house. When the train hae
stopped bewitchiUg array of dry
goods and wide-brimmed ha
dashed from the car. aud flung
itself into the elderly pariy's arms
"Why, you supeilatIve pap she
exclaimed, Pm ever so utterly
glad to see you."
1he old man was somewhat uu'
nerved by the greeting, but ht
recognized the sealskin cloak ia
his grip az the Identical piece ol
property he had paid for with the
bay mare, and he sort of Rugged II
up In his arms, and planted kiss
where it would do the most good
with report that sounded above
the noise of the depot. In a briel
space of time the trunk and it's at
tendant baggage were loaded into
the wagon, which was soon bump
ing over the c0bbles toward home
"Pa, dear, said the young mise
surveying the team with critica
eye, "do you consider this quite
excessively beyond?"
"Hey?" returned the old mai
with a puzzled all; "quite eXces
sive beyend what? Beyond War
rem? l consider it somewhat abou
ten mile beyond Warren, countin
from the Bath way, if that's wha
you mean.n
"Oh, no, pa; you don't under
stand me,n the daughter explain
ed. II mean this wagon ant
horse. Do you think they coult
be studied apart in the light of ,
symphony, or even a simple poem
and appear as intensely utter. t
one on returning home as on,
could expressW
The old man twisted uneasily in
his seat and muttered something
about he believed it used to bt
used for an express before b.
bought it to deliver pork in, bu
the conversation appeared to b'
travelling in such lonesome direc
tiOn that he fetched the horse q re-
sounding crack over the rotunda
and the severe jOlting over the
frozen ground prevented further
remarks.
"Oh, there is that lovely an(
consummate ma !" screamed the
returned the returned collegiatess
as they drew up at the door, anC
presently she was lost in the EN-
brace Of a motherly woman in
spectacles.
swell, Maria,n said the old mar
at the supper table, as he nipped 9
piece of butter off the lump with
his own knife, "an' how dyou like
your school ?"
"Well, there, pa, now you sh0u-
l mean l consider it far too be.
yond," replied the daughter. at
is unquestiOnably ineffable. The
girls are so sumptuousIy stunning
Il mean grand-so exquisite-so
intense. And then the parties, the
balls, the rides-oh. the past week
has been one sublime harmony.u
II s'pose SOL s'pose SOD ner-
vously assented the Old man, as be
reached for his third cup, "half full
but how about your books-read-
In, writin', grammar, rule o. three
know about them :.n
"Pa! DON'T" exclaimed the
daughter, reproachfully; "the rule
OF three F! grammar! 1t is
French and music and painting and
the divine in art that have made
my school life the bos-I NJ can
that have rendered it one unbroken
flow of rythmic bliss-incom para
bly, and exquisitely all but"
The grocery man and his wife
looked helplessly at each other
across the table. After a lones
pause the old lady said:
"How do you like the biscuits,
Maria ?"
"They are too utter for any.
thing,o gushed the ACCOMPLISHED
young lady, and this plum preserve
is simply q poem in itself"
The old man rose abruptly from
the table, and went out of the
room, rubbing his head in a dszsd
and benumbed manner, and the
macs convention was dissolved.
That night he and his wife sat
alone by the stove until a late
hour, and at the breakfast table
the next mornidg, he raped
smartly on his plate with the
handle OF his knife, and remarked:
"Maria-me an your mother
have been talkin' the thing over,
an we've come to the conclusion
that this boardin' school business
is too utterly all but too much non.
sense. Me an her consider that
we haven't lived sixty odd con-
years for the purpose OF
raisin' q curiosity, an there's
goin' to be stop put to this un.
quenchable feolishness. Now after
you've finished eatin' that poem of
fried sausage an that symphony
Of twisted doughnut, you take
an dust up stairs in less'n two
seconds, an peel of that fancy
gown an put on a caliker, an
then come down here an help your
mother wash dishes. l want IL
distinctly understood that there
Amt goin' to be no more rhyth mic
'oolishness ia this house, 30 longs
your superlative pa an your lovely
M cODsummate mas runoin, tho