Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-02-23
A Crushed Esthete.
Lockrors Union.

A few months ago the daughter Of an
East Lockport man, who had grown
comfortably well Oft in the small gro
Gerry line, was sent away to female
college" ana recently she arrived home
for the holiday vacation. The old man
was in attendance at the depot when
the train arrived, with the old horse in
the delivery wagon to convey his
daughter and her trunk to the house.
When the train stopped Il bewtching
array of dry goods and wide br;mmed
hat dashed from the car and flung her
self into the elderly party's arrns.
why, You superlauve pai she ex-
claimed, "rm ever so utterly glad to see
you"
The old man was somewhat un.
nerved by the greeting, but lie recog-
nized the sealskin cloak in his grip as
the Identical piece of property he had
paid for with the bay mare, and he
sort Of squat upon it in his arms and
planted kiss where it would do the
most good, with a report that sound ed
above the noises of the depot. Ir. n
brief space of time the trunk and the
attendant baggage were loaded into the
wagon, winch was soon humping ever
the huDbles toward home.
"Pa, dear" said the young miss, sur
veying the team with critical eye,
''do yo, consider this quite excessive
ly beyond?"
'Hey?" returned the old man with
a puzzled air, quite excessively be-
You'd WHAT"
"Oh, no, pa; you don't understand
me-" the daughter explained. "Imean
this wagon and horse, Do you think
they are soulful do you think they
could be studied apart in the light of a
symphony, or even simple poem, and
appear rs intensely utter to one on
returning home as one could ex-
press1"
The old man twisted upeasily in his
seat and muttered something about he
believed it used TO be used for an ex-
press before he bought to deliver
pork in, but the conversation appeared
to be travelling in such a lonesome di-
rection that he pitched the horse re-
sounding crack on the rotunda, and
the severe jolting over the frozen
ground prevented further remarks.
"Oh, there is that lovely aud consum-
mate map screamed the returned col
legiatess, as they pulled up at the door,
and presently she was lost IN the en-
brace OF a motherly woman in specta-
Giles.
"Weil, Maria, said the old man NJ
the supper table as he nippcd piece
Of butter off the lump with his own
knife, San how'd you like your SCHOOL,"
'Well, there, pa, now you're Shout
mean, | consider it too far beyond" re-
piled the daughter, at is unquencha-
bly, inefiable, The girls are so sumptu-
ously stunning-I mean grand-so in
tense. And then the parties, the balls,
the rides-oh, the past weeks have been
one sublime harmony
81 s'pose SOL s'pose so nervously
assented the old man, as he reached Tor
his third cup, "half full"--"but how
about your books-readin' writin',
grammar, rule o three-how about
them?"
"Pa, don't" exclaimed the daughter
reproachfully; "the rule of three! gram
ulhI ~ 10 TIclCH anu inuSlC anu
painting and the divine in art that have
made my school life the bos-I mean
that have rendered it one unbroken
flow of rhythmic bliss--incomparably
and exquisitely all but"
The grocery man and his wife looked
helplessly at each other across the Ia
BILE After lonesome pause the old
lady said
"How do like the biscuits, Maria?'
"They ere too utter for anything"
gushed the accomplished young lady,
"and this plum preserves is simply a
poem In itself.
The old man rose abruptly from the
table and went out of the room rubbing
his head in o dazed and benumbed
manner, and the mass convention was
dissolved. That night he and his wife
sat alone by the stove until late hour,
and at the breakfast table the next
morning he raped sharply on the plate
with the handle of his knife, and re-
marked:
"Maria, me an your mother have
been talkin' the thing oyer, an we've
come to the conclusion that this board
ing school business is too utterly all but
too much nonsense. Ne and her con-
slider that we haven't lived sixty odd
consummate years for the purpose of
raising curiosity, and there's going 70
be stop put to this unouench-
able foolishness. Now, after you
have finished eating that poem Of
fried sassage an that symphony of
twisted doughnut, you take an dust up
stairs in less than two seconds an peel
off that fancy gown an put on kaliker
an then come down here an help your
mother wash dishes. | want it dis
tinctly understood there amt goin' to
he 10 more rhythmic foolishn ess in this
house, 30 long IS your superlative pa
an your lovely and consummate ma 8
running the ranch. You hear me,
Maria ?"