The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1886-05-01

handle her into the dog-cArt l was
in love with har The rapidity Of
my subjection amazed me, for a.
though had always professed to
believe in love at first sight, l had
never actually realized the posi-
bility of such an event happening
to myself. But now l felt like a
newly-awakened Cymon; my soul
suddenly expanded with the most
delicious sensations l had ever ex-
pcrienced. l cannot describe her.
In word, she was the most win
ming young woman | had ever seen.
My dear uncle welcomed her with
his usual kindliness, mingled with
a critical admiration delightful to
behold. His hobby had never pro-
duced such fruit before He was
very attentive to her during the
evening, and indeed monopolized so
much of her conversation, that
could not help feeling a little.sulky,
although l knew that his attentions
to her were in my interest. When
we were left alone at night, and,
brimming over with excitement, l
asked his opinion of her, he only
answered.
well, she seems a sensible girl,
and she is certainly a pretty one.
She has her fathers eyes. Did [
ever tell you the story of Philip
d'Agincourt and the French ma
rine?"
But l was in no mood for listen
ing to my uncle's yarns, and hastily
bade him goodnight.
During the week Miss d'Agin-
court and / walked and talked and
rode and read together, and my life
was raised to very high pressure.
One look from those deep eyes could
raise me to a state of ecstatic hap
piness or plunge me into the depths
of misery. How delightful were
such possibilities in comparison
with the monotony of my previous
existencel
"Well, Reginal,' said my uncle,
smoking his after-breakfast pipe
upon that Saturday morning, "my
observations of Rose d'Agincourt
were soon completed. She is a good,
honest, sensible, and practical little
woman"
My ears tingled with delight.
ayes, uncle ; you wish me To-"
II don't wish you to do anything
except make youself civil to the
girl so long as she remains here.
OF course 1 am rather disappointed
that she has turned out so different
from what l expected, but we must
look elsewhere. / don't mean to
say that 1 regret her visit here, for
she is very pleasant soul to have
about the house-a delightful little
body. think we have all enjoyed
her company"
"But uncle" gasped," you said
she is so sensible and good, and I
am sure she is both. What objec-
ton can there be to her? / think
one might so farther and fare
worse" l added with foolish
laugh.
"My dear boy" replied my uncle,
taking his pipe from his lips and
proceeding to mount his hobby,
"she is an excellent woman, an ad-
mirable woman. She would make
capital wife for a poet or a novel
list. think of asking Tom Wood
bird down to meet her If | could
marry those l must give up all
thoughts of mating her with a prac-
tical fellow like you; such a mar
riage could produce nothing but the
commonplace. You have neither of
you one iota of imagination. 1t is
a disappointment to me, I confess
for, personally, like the girl very
much, and everything else in her
favor"
l could restrain myself no longer.
"Uncle," l cried, 81 hope you're
not serious, because I'm in love
with her I'
81 thought you seemed rather
smitten," said my uncle, with the
most aggravating GOODNESS "but the
feeling will soon pass away. Now,
there cannot possibly be any such
attraction between two equally sem
sible persons. like Rose and you"
"I'm not sensible, uncle; I write
poetry"
"Whatl" exclaimed my uncle
bounding out of his chair as if he
had been shot. "Is that true, Regi-
nald? That would alter the case,
indeed, But it's impossible. Some
moralizing doggrel-eh? Good solid |
matter of fact cut into lungs and |
shorts, All, my dear Reginald, that
isn't poetry p