The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1885-10-30
Lis Unsentiimeental Lover.

LIS Unsent!mental Lover.
s'What glorious sunset and what an
exquisite view! What ineffable in$pir-
alton, what unuttelable rapture there
are, in scene like this = Lillian Sey-
mo,r murmured with enthusiasm.
She was standing at the gateway Of
the little farmhouse garden, her pink
gown cleaning against the rich green
shubbery, her yellow curls ghttering in
the last splendid beams of the setting
sun, her charmed eyes fixed upon a
2 magnificent perspective OF shimmering
river and wooded hills.
Her companions were two young
men-the one elegant and indolent and
J the other a robust young fellow with
tanned and ruddy features and with
habiliments neither costly aor modish.
"With Claude Lorraine 'let me die
amid such scenes as this, one can say"
the girl pursued, in voice of ecstacy.
q" Do you not think so, Mr.. Neville ?"
The elegant young gentleman twirled
his cane and assumed a look Of intense
appreciation of the question. 3.
80 ''We do not all have your artistic
perceptions, Miss Seymour, he
answered in fattering accents, and with
q glance which insinuated so much
admiration that she flushed and her
] blue eyes dropped. a af- -
III Il say, Lii, the robust young fellow
irreverently interrupted at the moment,
"don't You feel the mosquito biting on
) the tip OF your nose ? l always dread
9 the mosquito season-the pesky Great
) Tres are such worriment to the COWS
in the milking and the horses in the
ploughing," he added, as, he turned at
the tinlzle of the tea bell and strobe
: blithely up the narrow planked walk to
, the farmhouse door. "i"4@ '''7'
Lillian pouted as she brushed away
the aggressive insect; and Mr.. Neville
smiled--the bland, langui |, insinuating
smile which seemed to mean so much
plying contempt for the young fellow
who had just left them and so much
commiseration for her because she
happened to be betrothed to such a
prosy clod. tAa
.l7o' There is only step from the sub
lime to the ridiculous, you know. Miss
Seymour" he observed, as he lazilv
twirled his cane in fastidious gloved
hand" and your friend has little poetry
m his soul, am afraid" " q jH iA''
20 ''Mark has eyes for nothing but his
crops and his stocks" Lillian said, with
another little pout.. His coarse work
is pleasure to him, and lob, am
Beginning to hate it all.
81 ttPoor little grill" Mr. Neville said,
as he lounged against the gateway, and
bent toward her until his blonde Dun
drearies touched the fair, flushed face
s'You were made for brighter things.
Your life might be so different if you
were not so odiously hampered.
He finished so sign ficantly that on
the blushing cheeks the soft pink kim
died to vivid crimson.
"Lil Iii Come in to tea We
have iapjacks andsquash, "a CHEEKY voice
called at that moment from the farm
house door, "and you can bring the
gentleman with you" .r"
But Mr. Neville declined the invita-
zion. ne Ola. ... Tfu..I-.it
81 can .partake of nothing in common
with the man whose rude yoke is to
Burden these dainty shoulders" he
whispered impressivly as he left her.
Lillian sighed as sine went slowly to
ne house. m .nt vi sr-t.r
''How different Mark is, she thought.
sSaIark has no perceptions of the
Beautiful and poetic-he has no senti-
snent but anything "o' '.'~
,f ito him -rr.-
The primrose by the river brm
fot A primrose is, and nothing more
he has no sympathy with elevating
sanctions, and he would make the sub
Gmest thing ridiculous The does have
such an unrefned trick of interrupting
one NAL apreposi I do wish he would
Ee <r 81 ,|H.f lrr g.f -.tf.., 1870 tI.