Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1886-09-12
4 PASTORAL
Was Willing to DO the Counting Until
He Met Miss Lucinda Tyler.

Lovely Miss Lucinda Tyler went to
Farmer Haysccd's for the summer. The
object of her visit was to secure rest and
quiet. She decided to abstain from all
social excitement, and at first she sue
ceedcd. After awhile, however, her resO-
luton gradually gave way and she found
herself indulging i'll Il pleasant little tlirta-
ton with Farmer llaysecd'S son John.
John was good looking and accOmmo-
dating and he did not object in the least
to the effects of the city girls destinations.
In fact, ne rather seemed to like it, and
when he got hold of her hand one evening
accidentally, of COurse-and gave 1t Il
good squeeze the affair developed into
something serious.
OF course, Miss Tylcr's affections were
not permanently disabled, hut she sym
pathizcd with the steady devotion of her
admircr and encouraged him because She,
like all women iancicd that sort of thing.
Even Eve left poor old Adam for an hour
or two to ilirt with that very insinultinS
gentleman known rs BeelZebub.
Johns courtShip was placid and unre-
hitting. Everything he could do for
Miss Tyler was done. 1t was, therefore,
with regret, that he saw the end of August
approaching, for then she was To leave.
He took her out riding. They entered a
long, well-Shaded, romantic-looking road,
and almost before Miss Tyler knew any
thing John exclaimed with more or less
emotion:
II love you
''This is very sudden" she replied.
Il hope you amt mad about it,
NO don't knOw'-and rs she taltered
his arm cncirclcd her waist.
There was Il silence for Il minute or two,
and then pity got the better of the dear
girls feelings, and she said softly:
John, l should think that you would
get tired of the m%OnOtOny of you. life
here
YES; il is kind O tircSome sometimes. y
Tell me what you do"
you won't get mad about it,"
Certainly not
"Well, you know, we run this farm in
summer SOS To make enough TO keep the
family the rest ofthe year. Nam seeSStO
the cooking; pap tends to tho work out
doors, and they make me do all the love
making business
The love-making business
Eyes; that's what it amounts to. Flirt
with the b~oarders, you know, and make
'em believe they've made mash. First it
was tough wOrk-kind O. bashful, You
knOw-and the first summer | only popped
to two girls. The second summer | got up
to six. Last season | reached a dozen, and
this year-but, say you amt mad about
it., are yOu!'
"NO, dear'John," and her head nestled
fondly on his shoulder. what a pretty
hat you have! Let me hold it for you; and
dear John, how fine and soft your hair is. y
And she ran her fingers gently through his
chestnut locks. Presently she put both
hands up there, and, after getting a good,
tight hold, she pulled with all the gath
cred strength Of q siX-weeks' vacation.
John tried to yell, but he cOuldn't-his
breath forSOOk him. He tried to speak,
but it was no 20. The big tears that rolled
down his cheeks were the only manifesto
tons of his misery, but they were enough
to touch 4 heart of stone. In about a min
ute-tO John 1t seemed n century-the
lovely Miss Tyler released her hold and
gathered several dozen strands of chestnut
hair into a knot.
mo, dear John, " she said in her sweetest
way, II amt mad. IOnly wanted a tuft
of your lovely hair for a summer souvenir.
And now, dear, John, suppose w return. y
Dear John obeyed without a murmur.
They reached home, and that night at a
family cOuDciI Iobn iSSual his nltiuatum
Dad" said he, ''ifthere's any more court
in business to be done round here you've
got to do it. I've quit for good"