The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-07-03
DISENCHANTED.

Will Carl sic had definitely made up
mis- mind to propose to Augusta Cotton
--"Augusta Ann,' as her unsophisti-
Gated relations phrased it in their
everyday talk.
"She is diamond among glass peb-
bles," he declared with all a lovers en-
thusiasm.
care you quite sure that she is
diamond at all ?" dryly asked DR.. Bel
ton.
Mr.. Carlisle had been spending the
summer at Groton Point, in dreamy,
desultory sort of way. lie was one of
those fortunate or unfortunate -
young men whose career in life is al
ready made for them.
An old uncle in the West Indies had
bequeathed him fortune, connois-
seur cousin who came abruptly to his
end in a railway accident had left him
a house and a gallery of paintings, and
just when he was preparing to enjoy
himself thoroughly husky cough de-
veloped itself, the medical man talked
grimly of consumption and he was Or
dered to the seashore for the summer.
"There is nothing the matter with
me-" said he, impatiently.
"But there will be-" averred the
learned disciple of Esculapius, "if you
don't check this thing in its very in
ception. Westward Ho, now, or Rhyl'
Or"
NONSENSE said Carlisle. 81 don't
care for any of those fashionable re-
sorts. If l am to be banished any
where, I'll choose the place of exile
myself What do you say to Groton
Point?"
"Groton Point! Groton Point!' re-
peated the doctor with puzzled air.
81 may be very deficient in modern
geography, but l may say I never
heard of Groton Point"
mo, nor anybody else" said Will
Carlisle, smiling. "And that is the
reason 1 am going there. 1t is a soli-
tary 4ishing-station on the West coast.
There's absolutely nothing there but
surf and sea-gulls."
And so Groton, Point was selected for
Mr.. Carlisles summer residence.
There was a little one-storied hostelry
there, fronting the sea, while the post
office was at one end of the village,
and variety store at the other, where
you might buy anything from tallow
candles and matches to an almanac
and plow.
There it was that Miss Cotton threw
her net over his unsdspecting heart
one day, when she lost the sovereign,
wherewith her mother had sent her to
the store for lot of carpet warp, seven
yards of red flannel and box of bak-
ing powder.
She was so pretty, and plump, and
distracted, and her blue muslin gown
set off her blonde complexion and bur-
n ed hair so exquisitely, and Will
had not seen any woman but the ia
landlady for week!
And they found the gold piece lying
among some rocks by the seashore
where 1t must have dropped from
Augustus pocket when she pulled out
her handkerchief to brush away the
flies, which were troublesome at Groton
Point when the wind set from Ger
tain direction; but Mr.. Carlisle los
something more serious still = his
heart!
"a tishermaid of low degreew he had
quoted, laughingly, when he confessed
all these things to his college chum
young DR.. Bolton, whose quiet sister
Lettice, he had once admired in sor
of way when both the young men were
in the graduating class.
"a wild rosebud, don't you see? A
genuine daughter of Nature, who ha
never been out of sight of the ocean,
"Ohv said DIR. Bolton.
"0f course she has no exterior
polish" added Carlisle. "She will have
everything to learn. But she is so re-
freshing as compared with the conven-
tional city young lady that one gets so
tired Of"
Exactly" said DR.. Bolton, seeing