The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1883-04-19

print Is sadly faded, and that the lit
tie boot has hole in il; but Jacks
gaze is bent upon the glory Of golden
chestnut hair, that falls in waves, and
rings and curls over her shoulders--the
lovely head bowed over the needle
work of some sort, which she holds in
her hands--the soft outline Of a blush
rose cheek. A book falls from an
etagere by the window, accidentally
pushed off by Jacks arm, and the
young lady turns round, and Everett
sees that her features are perfect; her
lips exquisite in their crimson bloom,
and dimpled loveliness; her fore
head broad and white, and hall
covered by tumbled, golden curls
her eyes sweet and starry.
1T is not polite to stare at any one, >
says the beauty, delivering this piece OF
information coolly.
4 beg your PARDON" says Jack,
blnshing .ingenuously, "but l couldn't
help it. There is no one here to intro.
duce us, SO, may ! introduce myself?
am Jack Everett"
II know who you are, says the young
lady, severely. 1--WE seen you before 7
Have you?" says Jack. pretty
queer, because I've never seen you; if
had l shouldn't have forgotten you.
Are you staying here?'
Il am" with delicious smile.
"Glad to hear it, says Jack, "be-
cause live next door"
Il know that, too,' remarks his com
panion, smiling again, this time with M
amused, rather mocking expression on
her curling lips.
"You frighten me-" says Jack. "You
seem to know oil about me, and know
nothing at all Of you, except-you
haven't even told me your name"-with
an accent OF deep reproach.
"Why should To- coquettishly.
Because l want to know it, says
jack, eagerly. Haven't I introduced
myself? I'm waiting for you to TO the
same"
"Wait awhile" amiably; "some other
time / will-perhaps.
"What little firt she is!' thinks
Jack. She il standing before him,
looking down little and playing with
pink moss-rose in her belt.
"Give me that flower, won't you?a
says Jack, softly and almost timidly.
He is not constitutionally timid. The
girl smiles, and takes it from her belt
and holds 1t up. But rs Jack bends
down to take it, he sees her flush crimson
and crush the flower back into her little
hand.
NO, will not" she SAYS. Il would
not give it to YOU for the world!"
And SO saying, she drops the in
offending blossom over the balustrade
Jack is not accustomed to being treated
in this way. For an instant, he is in
clined to feel indignant; then, conquer
ing this short-lived wrath, he runs down
the steps, picks up the rose, and
crushed and dirty thing as it is, he lays
it, rather tenderly, in his wastcoat
pocket. Returning to his former place,
he regards the wayward fairy in way
that is half-triumphant, half-embar-
raised.
do you sing, Mr.. Evcrett?" sh,
says at last, to break the growing
silence.
Never could turn tune in my life,
says Jack, frankly. do you?"
| "les.'
"Do sing for me, them" says Jack,
glancing toward the piano within
"Come!" Offering his arm and inwardl,
hoping that she will take it.
"Not much!" is the elegant reply h
receives.
Jack reflects that this is not phras,
employed by the young ladies of hi,
acquaintance. Then he wonders VIII,
it is not, since it is thing so consum
mately bewitching on the lips Of thi
one.
"Mr. Everett" she says sudden
ly. II am going to introluc,
myself to you!" II am all attention,
says Jack. And then the young lad,
casts down her sweet eyes with intense
humility, and executes II courtesy-on,
of those peculiar, bobbing courtesie
which domestics are wont to make il
the presence of their betters. IF 70,
please, sir, Tn the housemaid, and my
name is Kitty!"
A feeling of shame takes possession
of Jacks breast he is quite silent. Thel
he says impulsively and thoughtlessly
Il can't believe you!" "How much les
polite" observes Kitty, apparently ad
dressing herself to the cat, who sits OF
the step, blinking intelligently, "a gen
tleman is to servant girl than to
young lady!" Then turning to Jack
Il am the housemaid, Mr.. Everett;
am indeed" And then she laughs
laugh that is full of sweet merriment
and yet has in it distant ring Of pain.
Are you not ashamed of yourself /
have talked SO to servant girl,
housemaid? Good-by!" And befor
Everett has time to speak one word, sh
flies down the balcony steps, throug
the garden gate and is lost hopelessl
in the labyrinthine domains of til
kitchen. A servant girl! This proud
looking beauty who might have been
The daughter of hundred Earls.
to see her Partician grace, her flower
like loveliness, her curling lips an,
flashing eyes, and the golden glory {
her hair!" A servant girl! One {
those beings who sweep and dust NJ
roariously, in short gowns and caps
who bring young man his Shawn
hot-water every morning, and sugges
that they be "tipped" in return; VII
coquette with stable-boys, and Al
proud to be winked at by the more cl,
waited buffers and footmen; who insi.
upon their Sundays out" and, if a
lowed, entertain their fellow" in IL
kitchen of nights! A rustic and swee
of drapery; Miss Lilias Raymond enter
the parlor, dignified, but complaisan
But somehow Jack is less talkative tina
usual, and his visit rather short one
It is July now. A month has passe
away; the fine roses are all gone, m
the air is sultry and heavy. A mont
has passed, month Of tormentin
thoughts and an uneasy conscience; /,
delicious day-dreams and exquisite vi
ions, and idle, dreamy flights of fame,
of hopes and fears, and illogical rea
onings and inward battles of mingl.
. misery and delight of resolutions ma,
to-day to be broken tomorrow:
month of all these things to Ja.
,, Everett, who loves with all his bra
/ young heart his neighbor's servant-gil