The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-10-04
SELECTED SKETCH.
A SERIOUS MISTAKE.

Anu tus, suppose, Us the village
school-house," said Moreau, as, emerging
from the deep gloom of the Adirondack
woods, he stood in the little cleared space,
where the grass was ss close and fine as
air, and small one-storied house, painted
the dull color which would now be called
Venetian red, y nestled beneath the houghs
of n mnnsfar Zhlanl ,palant .~@~--.4 @o--ay
there's no village worth mentioning, unless
you choose to call the stage-station one
Upon the whole, this portion of the world
seems to be still in its primitive condition"
Mr.. Moreau had been fishing all day. His
creel was well filed !; his lnnch-basket
empty his India-rubber boots besplashed
with mud countenance bronzed with fine,
healthy sunburn. He WAS tired out, with
joints arching, nose blistered, face swollen
with the underwriting attacks of the black
flies and mosquitoes And yet he called this
"capital sportr' W W
Hello, you, sirl" said MORGAN, to sly,
white-headed little urchin, who was coming
down the hill with pail whats in that
pail ?"
"Nothin', SIR" was the answer.
"What are you doing with it ?"
"Goin' after water"
SIS there spring hereabouts ?" hE
"Yes, SIR"
Moreau nodded his head.
"Good |" said he. Show me where il
is, and I'll give you penny"
The little lad, nothing 10th, ran lightly on
in advance, until he reached the spot, be-
meath huge. gray rock, where a tiny stream
of water dubbed into rude stone basin,
worn by its continued drip.
"Here it is, mister, " said he Z" and here's
a gourd-shell to drink outen."
And Mr.. Moreau drank deep, long
draught.
"Sweet as champagne" he said, "and
colder than icel !"
And he flung the penny to the expectant
lad, who having secured his largess, speedily
filed his pail and trudged up the mill once
more.
Johnny Johnny what keeps you SO
longS"
1t was sweet, bell-like voice, and Moreau
listened to it with sort of dreamy satisfac-
ton, as he lay there among the ferns, staring
up at the sky.
"The schoolma'am, in all probability"
he said to himself. and turned halfway
around, amore { zen hart's-tongues,
to see wl'p' Il female she was.
Round and dimpled, and rosy, with hair
like braided sunshine, big blue eyes, and
cheeks pinker than wild-roses even now
scattering their petals over her face. Mark
raised himself on his elbow.
"She's a beauty" he said, half aloud-"a
wiId-Aower of the wilderness. And not
bit like the ideal district school-teacher. I'll
get acquainted with that girl, or I'll know
the reason why !"
He left his creel and rod among the grass
and wild fowers, by the clear little spring,
and walked slowly up the steep path.
The beauty in the pink-calico dress did
not turn and fee, as he had half suspected
she wonld but stood awaiting him, with
calm composure worthy of city belle.
IdfuOn Hlc, htiu MI. nAoicou, ihschtiit b
the first fragrant lie that he could think of,
"but am one of the trustees of tho An
dover district" sss.s,. 8
The schoolma'am courtesied prettily.
Pm deeply interested in elementary edu.
cation,n he went on, "and-"
al am so sorry" said the pretty girl,
"but it is past three O'Clock, and am just
going to dismiss the children. Perhaps you
would call tomorrow, il you are staying in
this neighborhood
sob, certainly |" said Mr.. Moreau, with .
vague idea that he was being baffled by the
dimpled, daisy-faced thing, who could not
have been day over eighteen" certainly
Perhaps you are walking down in the direc
ton of the hotel2"
"No," said the blonde, calmly go NJ
! toward Deems Lake."
Baffied again. But Mr.. Mark Morear
allowed no cloud to dim the bland brightnes
of his visage.
"Ahlp said he. Then will bid yol
good-by, hoping that may have the pleas
| ure of meeting you again"