The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1884-08-07

and = pair of blooming cheeks, which
proved to belong to a marvelously
pretty girl. An air Of rusticity about
her emboldened meas she tripped
along-to respectfully address her.
IAN ] near any hotel 2"
80 no. she answered; tsthe hotels
at Hicksville Centre. That" pointing
b: the lake, s.is Hicks Pond. The pic
Mo is down there
"And you've been at the picniei"
"Yes. o, we always have q picnic
on the Fourth. Ike Carter was a-chasin'
me, so I cut through the woods"
"Very rude of Ike Carter" I re-
marked.
30, he's always dom somethin' or
other" the young person responded,
awhere," I asked, can I get lun-
cheon P"
.tWhy, come to the picnic" she said.
cordially. There's lots to eat there"
"But may l know to whose ~politeness
I am indebted P"
TO-" she answered, after q mo-
ment's perplexity. ..you mean what's
I'm Iii IIIZLlH INK -
farm il at H;cksviIle Corners.n@
There were certainly solecisms in her
speech, but they might be corrected, l
thought; and what q lovely face! Here
was revengel / would marry this girl.
Tdwalk into st. Marks every Sunday
with my wife by my side. Eleanor
should see that somebody would marry
me, and that somebody q very beauti-
standing and above al nv nosit;on nm
tha Go,get would Of conrse male The
matter easv to arranoe n seems in.
credihle tSat q vonns man Of sound
mind Could be % ;mnract;caI and 80
ahsnrd AT there's The veru noint'
Was + of sonnd mind
IL in tooI NJ ~ The ,;on;o and !
,ts 1s.ndw;ohas "a nnshad o,r 90.
aua;ntance. Presently . short thick.
set comntrv fellow with a fat face. rad
hair and freoL1ad sL;n came mr. erd
asked fam;1iarlv.
..Wbo's vonr friend Lizzie p,,
.Mr Graham from New York >,
said Lizzie, boastfully emphasizing the
|-proner NOM
The freckled fellow, who wore a pink
calico shirt and a silk hat, showed nc
inclination to leave ms.
..Say, Lizzie said he. ..come to the
swing, and I'll pnt yer up real high
mo, thank you," Lizzie responded,
rather shortly.
"All right" said he, and turned on
his heel.
..That's Ike Carter" Lizzie whis.
pered.
Ssn HLa fll~-r - >Lo1, -1,,9f1
Eyes. lke's always up to some.
thin" which expression being followed
by q pout and a shrug, I interpreted as
unfavorable to Ike.
81 must tell you," I said to Lizzie,
s'that l am sub-editor of the Comet"
"Ths which," she inquired, pleas
antly.
Iwinced a little, but comforted my.
self by thinking how easy it would be
to train that rustic tongue.
We then took a long walk, far away
from the noisy crowd, for Lizzie's in
nocence, and perhaps her lack of breed
ing, made her quite unconcious of i'm.
propriety in wandering off with 8
stranger. Heaven knows that, as fol-
me, myhead was too much in the clouds
to admit of any conduct not strictly
chiyalrous.
When we came back, Ike Carter
who was lounging on a rock called out
"Here's a good seat; come rest your
selves"
"No," Lizzie answered, and pulled
me away
80, that's the ticket, is itP" salt
Ike, and lounged again.
Ike'sunmovedc ountenance convince,
me that n growing intimacy was N,
annoyance to him, vet his was q fac,
not adapted to the conveyance of emo
OVERLAND by a fungus of coniuen
freckles that seemed to bind down an,
power of facial expression. He wore
one might say, a sort of :. iron mask, ;
and very suitably, too, for Ike was tn,
blacksmith's assistant.
Having been SO recently in practice
I found courtship an EASY matter, an,
Farmer Crabb was quite friendly.
$50 you're one o. them newspape
chaps, ehp" said he, turning upon M
his large, fresh, good natured face.
81 am sub-editor of the Comet" l re
piled, proudly, producing acopy of tn
paper. Here's my name. And see
| wrote that article of two columns"
"Ya'as." said Crabb; .just so. An,
did yer print them columns, toop"
.Of course not; that's the printer
work"
"Ya'as;" and Crabb grew very ne
Elective. "Ya'as: There was a news
paper Teller in Hicksville nee before
He was a drunken loafer-no good 9
at all; Joe Johnson was his name. II
printed, he did; he was well on in tn
business, but he said the paper bushes
kept men up % nights, and led
drinkin'. Ya'as. So your father live
in Albany" the farmer rambled or
That's somethin' OF q place, | heal
but ! guess it don't come up ter Hick:
vile. we consider we've got about tn
finest place in the world here: Ya'as
What amt to be found in Hlcksvlll
Center, to Bogg's store, why, nobod
amt got no call to want"
1 slightly shuddered at my futur