Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-04-19

She stands with one finger pressed tn her
cheek, while the other hand holds aiOft a
white sun-bOnnet, which she is regarding
with high disdain.
cit looks so very-cOuntrytied," she
murmurs at last, in a tone of disgust.
A movement of her arm, and the poor
sun-bOnnet flutters sadly to the floor.
falling short of the bed at which it was
aimed.
Her Sunday hat next undergOes inspec-
ton; a gorgeous erection, complied by
the best millner in the place, and the adj
miratiOn and envy Of all the other village
maidens.
"Tm afraid-Tm afraid,o she says,
slowly, she would think it very-large,
and-mixedl"
She finally dons the sun-bonnet, and
vanity Whispers: ..,
cater all, it suits you best, and you
won't get sunburnt."
She walks up the shady lane, careful to
look neither to the right hand nor to the
left, not allowing, even to herself, that she
hopes to see anybody.
"Where are you going TO, my pretty
maid~ sings agay voice close to her, the
remembrance Of which has rung in her
ears all night
Looking up she sees him-the only name
she knows him by.
81 am going blackberTying, sir"
"May | come, toO?7 persuasively; 81
have not picked blackberries since l was
a dirty little boy in jackets, and | don't
suppose l shall add much to your basket;
but may I c0meW
He is not used to plead in vain.
eyes,. sir" with a swift, shy upward
glance.
All her pretty imperiOus coquetry has
taken TO itself wings.
"Then let us go at once. Give me your
basket"
They walk.on together; she vexed at not
being able to chatter gaily as usual, and
he thinking the country will not be so de-
plorably dull after all.
sYou have not told me your name,
child" he says. looking down from the
hedge. as he throws blackberries into the
basket she holds, thinking at the same
time how exquisitely lovely is her upturn-
ed face.
"My name is Phyllis"
cit is very pretty name, sweet
name, and it suits you to perfection"
"And your name-what is your name,
STRIP she asks, chiefly to cover her confu-
sion.
"You are not to call me sir"
"Why not, slrF"
and. in future, child, mind YOU call me by
it. 1t is absurd for you 10 say SIR"
eyes, sir"
She makes him a little courtesy in mock
humility.
How very sweet and piQuante she is he
thinks. He has looked at her, so far,
from a purely aesthetic point Of view; but
how pleasantly he can While away his
holiday
did you say you came down here to
fish. Mir. ChesneyY she asks, presently.
She is fast resaining the use Oh her sllD
little tongue.
Yes; don't look as though ] could fish
used 70 fatter myself / was an angler
born. However"
"But YOU aren't fishing" with a small
attempt at her old pretty, contemptuous
manner.
"suppose / found something better to
doY' be says, bending to see her under the
sun-1Onnet.
She timidly averts her ewes, while the
crimson DIVES her cheeks. Poor, ignorant
cbildl how should she know how little the
tender tone and look are ia earnest!
"But am going TO begin business TO-
morrow" he continued, seihsaly enjoy
l inc her pretty confusion. 81 am going
todsh Ia the brook that skirts MillJrook
| farm. So YOU see. Miss PHYLLIS, ! am not
| always idle; and you must not curl up
vour liD so disdanmlly, because 4 can
work. assure you" pretending TO be OF
Tended. ,.-, 49,.
"But you did" he returns, appearing
deeplv hurt. I'll didn't think 10 Of you.
1 couldn't believe you would be 50 un-
81 ~ wasn't the simple child maintains,
ayes. + am really hurt" he continues;
"vou looked as though you thought me au
Idle. good-tor-nothing fellow. Come now,
confess
"No, / shsn't."
"Perhaps, then, you thought me the
best aud hands0mest man you ever
saw2"
This Is too near the truth. she losses
/ her dainty head contemporary.
"lndeed. I never thought about you
/ al any she declares. which is lle on tne
/ face OF it. Miss Phyllis, and you KNOW ny
and he knows al.
"Nay. that is ire unlind-st cut Of ALL
| Not once. rgallyF