The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-01-14

""Oi"i Poiioh WHICH MT. Ar.
thur Hughes possesses, Larry Farms.
worth would be my very beau ideal
OF man. Often, as he sits porting
hopelessly over the multiplication.
table, IN his homespun suit, sans
coat, catch myself watching the
splendid figure, the clear cut, intel
tectual face, with its broad, sweeping
browand facinating gray eyes, almost
expecting to hear their owner charm
my senses with the eloquence OF a
Ctero, or thrill my soul with poetic
kdisqulsiti0ns on the wonders and
Ebeauiies of the old masters. He
Itnoksas though nature had formed
him Or leading spirit among the
choicest favorites of literature and
arr Silent, those handsome lips
= N1hFs the very home Of poetry aid
el0quence but the moment he opens
them to speak-shades of Murray |!
how my fairy castles tumble to the
groutd! He isan Ignoramus, Kittie
ID hopeless Ignoramus ealing me
to hisPide twenty times a day to un.
ravel problems which ought not to
puZzlethe intellect of a child often.
Worsethan all, he does not realize
what fe has missed. Oh, what a
blundenr was destiny. thus to deny
this min the one gift that would
have mide him irresistible J"
And hen the postcript:
Il have at last fully decided not to
accept the hand Of Mr.. Hughes. May
he find better appreciation elsewhere.
With AL his elegance and culture he
is not tie man who can fill the heart
of
DORA GLADE"
And these words of Kittie's letter,
in reply:
"Loot out, my dear, or the Igno-
ramus may capture the heart that a
man of intellect has failed to win.
Stranger things have happened.
Many a man has been educated by
his WIFE"
Dora's lips curled and flash of
annoyance crossed her fair, expires.
slYe features as she read.
"BahW she exclaimed, contempt
uously, crumpling the letter in her
hand and tossing it into her desk.
But why did her fair face soften
into infinite tenderness, again, and
a blush deeper than a crimson rose
bathe her cheek and brow and snowy
throat as she remembered certain
thrilling glances from pair of bright
gray eyes? And why did this
worshiper of intellect murmur to
herself with a kind of fierce delight :?
ale loves me! know it know
it'll"
During the summer days that fol-
lowed, her thoughts often turned to
Kittie's letter and the tempting pos
sibilities it suggested. But she quick
ly put them from her. 1t was ex-
quistely sweet, this city girl who was
we'll used to refined and cultivated
society could not deny to herself to
note the electric Influence of her power
in the dark flush rising to a manly
cheek, the quick thrill of his power
full frame at her sIighets touch, and
the passionate light she sometimes
caught in the finest eyes she had ever
seen. And perhaps her own heart
responded TO every sign. But it
could 20 no further.
Dora's mind was one ofthese which
ever unconsciously reach out toward
all the richest treasures in the world
of art and learning. and she knew
that it could never be satisfied with
the companionship of one who could
not. at least, keep pace with her in
all the finest charms of intellectual
life. She resolved never to make
such dangerous experiment, even
for 'love'S sweet sake" And we
think that she was right.
1t was the last evening of her stay.
Her pupils had all received their
little tokens of remembrance, had
said goodbye to their pretty girlsh
teacher, and were now gone to their
several homes, leaving her alone to
gather up her few effects and indulge
in parting reyerie upon the events
of the past three months. Larry
FarnsWorth alone had been absent
that last day, but in her secret heart
she thanked him for it. for there had
been something in his manner of late
and IA strange disturbance il her own
feelings also. which made her doubt
whether her dignified firmness could
have stood the trial of final parting
How strongly her heart was beat
ing now, as she thought over the
past evening when the splendid-look'
ing Ignoramus had walked beside
her down the long lane leading from
the school-house, and the lOw.spcker
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