The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1886-05-07

olansuale was as sweet ana as sylvan
as cyer-the honeysuckles as sweet as OF
old, and Alfred Perry drew a long
breath of relief as he sat on the old
fashioned porch.
"How pleasant this isl" he exclaimed
aloud 'But / should think Nanny
would have been down to see me before
this"
1--WE don't call her Nanny now" said
Aunt Melissa, with little contraction
of the brows. ''She'd rather be called
Miss Minette. faint noways likely
she'll come down. neither-she's a
dreadful hand for what the fine folks
calls etiquette nowadays"
NONSENSE said Perry.
That's just what | say myself. But
that Feladelfy school made another gal
of Nanny"
Alfred looked discounted. The next
day he walked up to Squire Dawson
stately red brick house and inquired for
Nanny.
''She might have met me at the door, !"
he thought, as he remembered that the
sitting-room window commanded view
of the road.
Ten minutes he sat in the parlor,
drearily waiting before the door opened
and Nanny appeared.
Not the old, impulsive Nanny with
crimson cheeks and sparkling eyes, who
would have rushed into his arms with Il
cry of delight, but tall, graceful young
lady in an irreproachable toilet of white
muslin and fluttering ribbons, who cur
tested low, and touched his hand with
the extreme tips of her fingers
NANNY" he faltered aghast.
~ am very glad to see you, Alfrec, "
sac said, calmly.
Zone would scarcely suppose it from
your manner" he said, with so'ae
piaIe.
.'Mrs. Gordon Trevallian SAYS that
impulsiveness is near akin to vulgarity."
Alfred WINGED.
Nanny, will you come for little
walk with mep | can't say word sit
ting up here in this stiff fashion"
Not in this broiling sunshinep" Mrs.
Gordon Trevallian says our compilations
should be our first care"
.Nonsense!' calculated Mr.. Perry.
"Pray, Alfred, spare my feelings. En-
CllCIIlCHb 10 oO-SO NCll UfOftOVNCCs %
Gordon Trevallian is of opinion"
"Hang Mrs. Gordon Trevallian and
her opinionsr' blurted out the incensed
lover.
"Alfredm
"Well, | mean itr' persisted Mr.. Per-
nv, springing to his feet and striding
angrlly up and down the room. "She
has made "a mere machine out of you
she has spoiled you-yes, completely
spoiled your
dear me!' said Nanny, opening heI
eyes very wide. ''Surely you cannot
take exception to my manners. Mrs
Gordon Trevallain declares l am the
most promising pupil she has-and il
has been my careful study for the last
twelve months to repress al the undue
impulsiveness TO which you properly
objected"
II was an idiot" burst in Alfred
ga fool-an unmitigated blockheadr'
He sat contemplating Nanny Us one
might look upon the cold perfection Of
a lifeless statue. 1t was Nanny, and yet
not Nanny! His own doings yet, how
infinitely repulsive to him-and as he
thought of all the bright freshness and
vivacity that he had deliberately put
away from him, his head dropped on
his hands, and something very like 6
sob burst from the laboring depths Of
his breast.
Erred! Darling Fredr'
He looked up with start-it was the
old, thrilling voice again. Nanny wa:
kneeling ut his side, needless of crump-
led ribbons or crushed muslin, her eyes
shining up into his face.
"My darlingr he exclaimed, 81 hate
Mrs. Gordon Trevallian us badly as you
do-and, in spite of her prison-house,
am Nanny Dawson still! Tell me tha
you love me, Fred! Tell me that yor
like me just rs am!''
II wouldn't exchange your CRIED
Fred, enthusiastically ''for all the so
ciety bellies in creation! I've made ;
donkey of myself, and you are the dear
est little tactician in the world to prove
to me what wretched fool | SHOULD
have been could had my own way"