The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-11-06
A Pastoral Romance.

Lovely Miss Lucinda Tyler went to
Farmer Hayseed's S tor 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
Ceeded. After awhile, however, her
resolution gradually gave way and she
found herself indulglng In pleasant
filtration with Farmer Hayseed's son,
John.
John was good looking and accommo-
dating, and he did not object in the
least to the effect of the city girls fas-
cinations. In fact, he rather seemed
to like it, and when he got hold of ner
hand one evening--accidentally, of
course-and gave it good squeeze the
affair developed into something serious.
Of course, Miss Tyler's affections were
not permanently disabled, but she SYM
pathIzed with the steady devotion of
her admirer and encouraged him because
she, like all women. fancied that sort
of thing. Even I've left poor Adam
for an hour or two to hirt with that very
lnsinuatIng gentleman known as Beelze-
bub.
Johns courtship was placid and un-
remitting. 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 long, well shaded, romantic
looking road, and almost before Miss
Tyler knew anything John exclaimed
with more or less emotion:
Il love you.
This is very sudden, she replied.
4 hope you amt mad about it.
No; | don't know'-and as she fall
tered his arm encircled her waist.
There was a silence for minute or
two, and then pity got the better of the
dear girls feelings, and she said softly:
Join, should think you would get
tired of the monotony of your life here
yes; it is kind o. tiresome some
times.
Tell me what you do
you won't get mad about it2'
Certainly not.
well, you know, we run this farm in
summer SOS to make enough to keep
the family the rest of the year. Nam
sees to the cooking; pap tends to the
work out doors, and they make me do
all the love-making business.
The love-making businessP
GVac thot'c Dhot II on1nYntc RI Elirf
with the boarders, you know, and make
EN- believe that they've made mash.
First it was tough work-kind O. BASH
full, you know-and the first summer |
only popped to two girls. The second
summer | got up to six. Last season l
reached dozen, and this year-but,
say, you amt mad about it, are you7'
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. And she ran her fingers gent
ly through his chestnut locks. Presently
she put both hands up there, and, after
getting good, tight hold, she pulled
with all the gathered strength of six
weeks vacation. John tried to yell,
but he couldn this breath forsook him.
He tried to speak, but it was no go.
The big tears that rolled down his
cheeks were the only manifestations of
MS misery, but they were enough to
touch heart of stone. In about
minute-to John it seemed 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, Il amt mad. | only
wanted tuft of your lovely hair for
summer souvenir. And now, dear John,
suppose we return.
Dear John obeyed without murmur.
They reached home, and that night at
family council John issued his ulti-
matum: Dad said he, if there's any
more courtin business to be done round
here you've got to do it. I've quit for
good.