Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-05-01
FRED. FARLEY'S LOVE.

Now mind, Fred.-you'll be on
hand directly after the Fourth. If
anything should happen to call me
away from home, Isabel, my wife
Bella we call her-will entertain
you until return. want you to see
Bella; and she wants to see you.
You'll say / ght to be happy man.
And, remember, you are to spend a
month, at least 0, We'll have rare
sport"
II shall be there if I'm alive, Harry
depend upon that; and if you suffer
yourself to be called away before I
come, and are not there to receive me,
I shall proceed at once to claim the
attention Of your Isabel
''All right, old fellow. You will be
warmly received, l can assure you.
Bella is anxious to see the old chum
of whom have told her so much"
Harry Lvnde and Fred. Farley had
been friends from early youth--had
been chums at college-and were now
as warmly attached to each other as
friends and brothers could be. They
were young--the first being four-and-
twenty, and the other a year younger.
Harry had been married six months,
and had settled down in a pleasant
villa On the Hudson, provided and
furnished by his wife's father. Fred.
had just come into pos :ession of an
ample fortune; and before going into
business-which was all ready for him
in the shape of a partnership in a
heavy commercial house--he had
planned to enjoy summers vacation
in the country; and his first trip out
from the metropolis was to be- as we
hay have seen' to his ohum's' on Hud-
The Fourth of July came, and pass
ed, and on the following Monday Fred.
Farley made his way up the river. He
found the dwelling Of his frlend-one
of the most romantic and delightfully."-
situated villas he had ever seen,-
md us he entered the park he asked
the coachman ii MIR. Harry Lynde was
at home.
"No, sir. He went away last Fri
day, on business. But he expected
you, and told me that the horses were
at your service"
land Mrs. Isabel Lynde,--is she at
home9'
eyes, sir;-and I think she will pro-
! vide for you very we'll"
! Fred. had playfully declared to his
friend that he hoped he should find
him gone upon his arrival, that he
might claim the undivided attention of
Bella; but now that the prospect was
so near to veriticatiOn. lie felt little
bashtul and uncomfortab Bile. But the
coach was at the door, and he resolved
to put on a bold face, and meet the
lady without blushing or Ainching;
for he had no doubt that Harry had
repeated to her all his nonsensical re-
marks.
Mrs. Lynde. this is Mr. Fred. Far
ley said the smart and affable
coachman, as he led the way to the
piazza. ''Mr Farley--Mrs. Isabel
Lynde,'
Fred. looked upon the woman who
stood upon the piazza to welcome him.
Peris, and houris, and sylphs, and
fairies, all lost cast In his estimation
from that moment. A more beautiful
being he had never beheld. And vet
she was not one of the airy, gossamer,
made-up beauties, such as he had seen
in arawine-rooms, and in bathrooms,
but substantial, whole-souled. frank
faced, lovable woman, with whole
volumes of truth and poetry in the
sweet simmer Of her smile, and in
the soft, liquid light of her large brown
eyes.
~ am sorry Harry is not at home,
Mr.. Farley; but we will try and make
you comfortable until he re turns. He
would not have gone if he could pos
sibly have avoided it,
''He had business, l suppose" re-
marked Fred. as they entered the
drawing room.
Eyes. He was called to Albany, and
some important railroad business. n.
For little time Fred. felt yeR
bashful. Ii Mrs. Lynde had been
common, or plain, he would have felt
differently, but seemed like profana-
ton to claim the friendly attention of
one so lovely and accomplished. But
why should he suffer such impediments
to comfort to stand in his Wayp. His
friend had babe him make himself at
home, and he meant to try. As he
came out from his reserve the lady
grew brilliant. She had evidently re-
q ce1ved instructions from her husband
q to do all in her power for the proper
s. Entertainment of their guest, and she
was trying to obey. IT,
When evening came, there was a
J hitch in the conversation, Fred. pro-
2 posed music. Isabel asked him if he
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