Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-05-03
so GOES THE WORLD.
BY GEORGE ARNOLD

ly-and they call me Tina, Toinette
Antet anything containing any of the
syllables, inorder to abbreviste the tire
some sppellation.
Indeed, / considered myself called
too often.
On the present occasion l knew
run.
l ran, aid was recalled notwithstand-
ing; | returned to the house more de-
liberately than | left it.
'The most essential thing | have for
gotten" said Aunt Tlda-the thing
forgotten was always most essential to
her.
sit does not matter how many offers
you get on the way, you are not to
ride.
"You will spill the milk and your dress
will be spoiled"
81 promise" returned gravely, hold
ing the psil almost at arms length.
II will not ride unlees Tom Arm
strong or Susy Winters beau overtakc
me.
81 could not refuse Tom, you know.
aunty, because | like him, nor the very
sage Mr.. Everard, because | 90 not like
Susy.
Besides, / have met him on occa-
sions, and newell be interests me-"
AS for Mr.. Everard, he would never
think OF asking you.
''Susy is much handsomer -"
Ethan anything you please, Aunt Til
da, if you expect your lovely niece"
Ride with Tom Armstrong, il you
think best. Toinette Lsngly," said my
aunt, suddenly leaving Susy: and she
continued, her hand directed towards
me in the form of Nd index.
"He had better not bring his pink
and white face around here any more,
or I'll send You into the kitchen; and
receive mis- sinpers myself.
"Pah! can't abide pretty man."
when / return, | will tell you
which of the two | honored," said,
turning from her with lew bow.
Tom, whom my aunt calls good
for-nsught, is the squares son, and
has always been my preaux chsvalier.
| have suttered him and sugared
him, ~ the nsod ssizsd me, and snub-
bed him numerically a. times-He
was 10 tirssome.
But Aunt Tilds had fallen into the
way of fretting about him.
For this reason, and beosRse he often
assured me that Suay Winters beauty
could bear no comparison to mine, |
had favored him OF late.
Mr.. Everard il new arrival.
He has juss Quilt cottage-an srtis-
nt,r
house-kseper, ans settled down among
ns.
His house just fts into the nook
where it was built, and seems to be .
part OF nature.
The birds think il D.longz to them
too, and hover around it in an ecstasy.
Aunt Tilds it Wac wso told ma this,
and sb added that did not at all Won
der, for the other houses in Walton
were An offence 10 architecture. and
the birds knsvi it.
But l do not see but there ieatbered
songsters enough in our elms, and /
doubt if aunt Tilda would exchange
her homestead that has served the
Dangleys for four generations for the
"new-fangled concern" as Deacon
Seperd calls it, that Mr.. Everard in
habits.
This Mr.. Eversrd is an auther-a
man who writes articles on social sci
snoe or some other mprehensible
subject, for the magazines.
We hardly expected that he would
associate with US common m 0rtals, bat
he had twice attended our societies."
each time bringing Susy Winters,
whose father is his friend.
And Susy, since this distinc!ion, had
ed high airs, thereby exciting our
resentment.
/ had not proceeded ten roda on my
Way, before John Seward, the deacon's
son, drove up and ed me to ride.
81 should be glad to, Mr.. Seward"
said l "bxt aunt Tllds just called me
back t. say that on no account WAS to
ride, lest / spilled the contents of this
pail, which is TO be delivered TO old Mrs.
Turner"
I'VE might look out for that, Miss
TlnsT he said.
sob, yes, am not at all afraid ofspil-
hing it," replied.
81 only fear it might offend sunty who
is inclined to think well OF you now"
The young man drove on, and | was
sxultant. for had not my aunt for oscs
been caught in her own trap?
OF all the young men in Walton, bat
ing Mr.. Eversrd, John Seward was the
one she would have most approved of
my riding with. and / had not the least
objection to hi, escort, on occasions,
myself.
only felt that did not ike dicta-
ton in my choice.
Soon after John Seward disappeared,
| heard another team behind me, sure
footed, and striking in exact concert.
| knew before be slsckened his pace
TO pass me that it was Mr.. Everard
l lifted my face shyly lit was shaded
by pink sun bonneD to make sure it
was he-whsn. touching his hat, he
said -
"But for your manner, Aiss Langley.
l should not have been able to make
you out. / do not think you could
change that with your dress.
win you rider
81 am going to Mrs. Turner'S" re-
piled, "and aunty ssid | must walk all