Nevada County picayune., 1886-11-10
WHY 1 REPRINTED.

When l was young man l fell Ill love, as young men generally do, with the girl who came handi- est. This particular girl happened to be Belle Burton, and 1 devoted myself to her-rode with her, boated with her, it was a country place where we net walked with her, talked with her, begged her for the roses she wore in her bair, and tried in vain tor l was no poet to make sonnets not only to her "eyebrows," but to her hair, her cheeks and her lily white hands. In fact, 1 went through the pretty dream of first love as most young pc ople do, and it end ed, as it generally does, in an un- pleasant awaking.
 One day the stage arrived at the hotel with a dozen dashlng New Workers for passengers. The next, one of them obtained an in- troduction to Belle Burton. There was no doubt whatever that he was handsomer than men generally are, or that his grace and accom- plishments were equal to his per sonal charms. Handsome Arnold he was generally called, and girls went into raptures over his large, long-lashed eyes and blonde mus tache, and men feared his broad shoulders, deep chest and splendid proportions. For my part l hated him from the first, for no sooner had he appeared upon the carpet than Belle seemed utterly to forget my very existence.
 I suppose she had never cared anything about me, but she had firted with me while there was no better fun to be had, and l was not old enough to know that the man she loves is the one no woman ever tiirts with, With Arnold she was rather graver than with most men, but her eyes sparkled as he ap- preached her. She blushed when his name was mentioned, and cared tor nothing in which he had not some share. In fact, it was as plain that she was in love with him as that he was devoted 10 her, and there was no doubt in any ones mind that all this would end in a wedding. "It was a good thing" said the old people, flor poor Bell Burton, for she had nothing." For my part it seemed to me that all the luck was Arnold's.
 1 should have taken my depart, ure and put myself out of the way of hourly torture, but l did not do so wisely. l fingered about the place and did small things to spite the happy palr-intruded on the tete-a tetes, managed to force the society of some excellent and To- uuacious matron or some trouble. some child upon them, looked dag gers of contempt at him and for got to pass the butter to her. At last a grand chance to annoy him occurred. He was good rider and proud of bis accomplish ments. and he had restive, ner- vous animal, which he bOasted no one could rlde but himself. 1 had heard him declare himself per feet master of the creature, who had never give him serious trouble save once, when suddenly brought into the presence of an artist who was sketching under white um- brella.
 "That.r said Handsome Arnold, "was something Price could not understand, and made him forget who held the bridle."
 As he came prancing up to the gate or wrode away with an air l used to wish for an artist with a white umbrella. l desired to see that fellow unseated and lnglori- ouslv turned into the mud. That would have made me happy; and once when he had offended me more than ever by his gallant style of riding l sauntered ont into the field-cursing him m my inmost soul when what should 1 spy m the middle of the grass, intent up- on bunch of clover, but lat, pre- Raphaelite artist in a white suit, Tapping hat and a white stretching umbrella that would l.., tho alapuN mans