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

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81 didn't notice who Mr.. Willetts walked
home with" said Cotnelia loftily. The
Mr.. Willetts," which at another time
would utterly have crushed Dick, was
scarcely heard, so nattcred was he for the
moment by the absorbing interest In lus-
tace.
"Do you know" she went on, Gin spite
of church this morning and raspberry pie for
dinner, I've been very near rcgretting it was
Sunday to-day you'll never guess why"
I'm always kind of glad when Sunday
comes" said Dick, with side glance at
Nelly" Sunday evenings, that is" he
added, lest the point should fail Of apprecia
ton " so | guess l won't be able to say
why you're sorry"
"Well, there was machine that saw
working Saturday afternoon that perfectly
fascinated me, and you people are all SO
good knew there was no chance of seeing II
to-day, and Monday seemed 50 far on"
"What sort Of machine" asked Dick
eagerly. Was It moving machine 2"
"There !" thought Bustace, " for chance
shot that's not so bad. II must have
been moving machiuc," she said aloud,
for IL moved, and saw It at work up on
that hill"
ooh, yes" said Dick cts that new
kind. MIR. Dixon got one down TO the city.
4 it,"
| But Nelly didn't remember, or appear TO
| he sorry she didn't; SO he turned to Eus
| tace for sympathy, and made sucl demands
| upon her attention, losing entirely his bash
full manner in his active interest, that II was
with some difficulty she could gracefully
withdraw and leave the others TO more per
| sonal conversation.
At . he took his departure, and Nelly
came into the house. "Why, Miss Eus
| tace," she said, " didn't know you knew
So much about moving machines"
Didn't you 7 Why an accurate
knowledge of moving machines is indispen-
sable to fashionable education. passed an
excellent examination in moving machines.
| But don't know as much about them MS
Dick Willetts does. He's the kind of man
! that always knows all about his own bust
ness-iust the kind of man admire"
(Let IL here be observed, as illustrative of
| female character that if Tom ever mentioned
| the law he was begged not to talk shop.)
He didn't seem able TO talk about any
| else tonight" said Nelly little pettishly.
CATER you'd gone ho kept on about that,
| and about how much you knew about such
| things"
indeed !" said Eustace demurely. "Im
| 50 glad you don't care about him, for now
1
\ to show me that wonderful letter tonight 2"
| {" Oh, yes" And Nelly, slipping away TO
] her own room, returned with the document
| in question. :" It's such a comfort to show
| II to somebody ~ she said, with a sigh of
| pleasure. al knew mother wouldn't under
| stand. She and father think there's no
| body in the world but Dick Willetts."
"Tll take it TO my ROOM" said Eustace.
"I must have time to read it carefully"
| Up stairs she took the letter ont of the en-
velope. "The handwriting rather good
so much in his favor" thought Eustacc.
1 Then she read it
| My DEAN MISS Mort: have returned to the
cily's dust and mol, inexrrcssbly fatiguing after
the vcrdurc of the country. Like all men of thought
and perhaps too close attention TO tho problems OF
cause and effect, am probe to sel-analysis and
since my return, sitting here In this dlngy Office,
have sought TO probe my Inner consciousness for the
secret OF why It's dingness seems greater than ever,
why tho mass OF confidential matter my employcr-I
might almost say my partncr-has trusted to my care
seams more ponicr0us why tho laughing helles
| whose glances seek mine In society g. Idiots
must he IN that section OF the country, interpn
lated Eustace) seem moro empty hcadel. Wish
| times have sought to convey their meaning by some
graceful aiicgory, let me recall an incident OF my
| youth 10 illustrate my point. ("If this is Com
plcte Letter Writer it must be extra edition, half
| calf uncut. don't believe 1t is.") l used rs a
boy TO be fond of wandering the mountain Side
tmns, e''Tarn is good said Eustace,j i'm
pressed by the stiffness and purity of the situation
snare little helpless bird or other offspring Of nature
and amuse myself with its pretty pleading ways.
IN . nG end to , S little sSsS s v wa,
which have guided my character ever since. Then,
on coming down from those heights and mixing
| again with men, | would think Of those solitudes
with peasureyes, and long for the little bird had
caught and almost tanned, sorry that had let 1t go.
| comb ~ Miss Nott-Corne!la-in tho country
lanes of Mention found bird. Its eyes spoke Ian
guage easily translaanle to one like myself accus-
| toned to look through those windows of the soul.
C"windows of an asylum more likely'D
read them then; and now. back hero In the
busy life of the city, long for tho bird. close my
| hand I do not wish 10 let 1t 20. coon. don't
by any means, ~ said Eustace satiIically; only be
| cume up two weeks from Sunday TO receive your
fond reply. Your devoted lover,
PHILIP EDISON CARTWRIGHT.
elf Nelly throws over that handsome, de-
voted giant for this insuiferablc little man,
made out of Il cheese pairing I'll never see
her again - exclaimed Eustace. Then she
fell a-thinking. What was it why was it
that this bombastic nonsense seemed to Nelly
so much finer than Dicks straightforward
love making? What could so blind bright
girls common sense IL was only because it
was something different"
| TO her this seemed the most elevated Ian
guage-the language of the poets. She had
never heard it ridiculed and people told to
"come off," The young and unsophisticated
girl always half fancies that the language of
love should be of an unusual sort and as
from another sphere. What folly to prefer
the imaginative, the unusual, the fictitious
to the actual, the true, and the every day
Fortunately, her own bringing up saved hel
from such folly. She did not expect the man
she should some time marry to address her
in oriental metaphor, or tilt in n ioust fol
her hand, or anything of the Sort while as
for the man that Just now wished TO marry
her, let us see-where's his last letter?
DEAN EusrAcE Glad to know you're so well of
| Everything slow here, and beastly hot. YOu Il bette
not come back until You get good and ready. Wen
down 10 Manhattan the other day with lot of people
the Iandns' party-and Miss Lena foil TO my share
She can sing can't SHE ! saw your friend Larry tn
other day IN tho street. thought OF telling him yo,
were getting rrcckled tyou didn't say rreckied but
know you are-you always do) picking raspberries
but 1t was warm day aud couldn't stop To put lie,
on his head There's no use IN telling me not to 81,
that I'm in loyo with You, you know. shall say I
right straight along to the end nf the chapter Unfor
tuuatc, very, but I'm moi Shakespeare, and Away
repeat. III glad Miss Cornella In such daisy. In
coming 10 see her before long. Yours Ton.
Not much oriental metaphor or mountain,
tarn about that Then she thought somt
more The next morning she walked down
to the mill with Nelly TO see about som,
flour. On their return, "Nely," said she
Ive read your letter. It's very remark
able composition, but don't you ever marry
the man who wrote it. Doyou suppose he'll
ever want You TO do anything but listen I,
him and feed his vanity Do you suppose
he'll ever allow himself To he natural-ex
cept when he wants his boots blacked in
hurry DO you know what people will cal
you 2" went on Eustacc, with awful emphasis
; They'll call you that pretty, shy littl'
) Mrs. Cartwright and her awful bore of
husband. And that won't he the worst
J either. He'll have views-not origna
: views, but views he's found in n boolS-an,
you'll have to listen to them; and he's very
} conceited and very selfish, and he can't any
more hold candle to Dick Willetts than
, anythingl And don't yox dare to snub Dicl
} the least bit for the sake of his airs and alb
surdty, Cornelia Mott -
/ And Cornelia Mott was so overwhelmed 10y
tIie ayhnrI nj ion that aba tnnaLlv