The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1883-09-04

Get ont, YOU old scamp
Il Wa, u brilliant July dav, with skies
"f el"ulle~, blue, the air scented with
cioNer-hlo>>oms, and the brook vending
rs mrIodi"uS way under green masses Of
peppermint; and Mr. Carey, who had
Waikcd long distance, and had lust
tai l"n into u dolr, under the refreshing
>had"" "i Il gnarel old apple tree, started
-alvani"ally mp At this unsentle address.
" Ma an, said he. 6 | assure v"u am
NOT tre>paS~ng; i
i'nt his apoiogrtic words were cut short
ny the rafting of Il stout stick on the
stone wall, close to him; and in another
moment, a helli@erent- looking red cow
came plUnging through the high grass,
directly toward his haven of refuge.
II" started t. run. but his foot catching
IN the guarded root of an ancient tree, he
tell h"adl"n@. The cow executed hurdle
leap over his PROSTATE form, and vanished
III ciunp Of hazel bushes and a reso-
Lutte, bright-eyed woman, of some forty
odd years, cam" to the rescue, with Il
Tapping sun-b"nnct tied over her ears.
and a stick balanced over her shoulder
'"n't strike pleaded Mr.. Carey,
" III getting off the premises As fast as
| can. assure vou. didn't know was
treSpa>Sing.
Desire Ncillnd hluShed very prettily,
rs She pushed back the sun-bonnet, and
endeav"rod to adjust her luxurant red
brown hair, which had broken loose from
its pins.
"Oh, I'm 50 sorry " said she. "It
WASH YOU | meant at all sir il was the
COW who had got into the cabbage patch.
Did hit you with the stick: But
never dreamed OF any one but Bossy be-
ing there. oh, do let me run home and
grt the camphor bottle"
Slowly, Mr. Carey raised himself to a
sitting and then to a standing posture;
slowly he felt his knees, elbows and col
lar-bonc>.
I'm not hurt" said he not to signify.
that is It wasn't your stick, maam; it
was the roots of this contounded old tree.
lis enough to StartIe any man don't You
see: to hear himself called an old
scamp.
= But it wasn't you | meant" breath
Ies>ly cried Desire sit was the old cow
Won't YOU let me run up to the house
and get a capcine plaster? Oh, do
Desire was fair to look upon, in spite
OF her forty summers. with big black
eyes, Il laughing cherry red mouth and
checks just Drowned with the healthful
hue OF mountain brcezcs Mr. Carey felt
himself gradually sottenng as he looked
at her.
NO." said he II don't care for
capcinc plaster But I've walked good
way, and | should like bowl of coffee if
it, handy"
"Oh, pray come the house then" said
Desire. 9 It's only a step across the or
chard oh. that COW, that COW. We
must certainly have her hampered after
this
"Pcrhaps,' said Mr. Carey, solemnly,
rs he cndeavored to straighten the edges
OF his hat, "you know 4 family by the
name OF Welland who live hereabouts.
Two old maids, who manage farm all by
themselves. Very peculiar females, | am
told"
Desire stood still and began to laugh
deep crimson suffusing her cheeks.
why" cried she, otis us. It's me
and Malvina We are the Welland girls"
1t was Mr. Carey's turn to flush and
look awkward now.
"Oh," said he Well, it don't mat
ter. I've business at the Welland farm
that's all.
Isn't it strange that things should
happen SO ?" cried Desire, opening the