The Wahpeton times., 1888-08-30
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n s :lSiWl IS wiz not Deg1n az the peg1n0sl&s
and describe how, in my boyish d15ss
I sported with Miss Cilly Busse. !
will not not describe how we used
to romp together, 60 to dancing
school together and reciprocate all
those little innocent endearments
usual between children of nearly the
same age andopposite sexes. Nor will
1pause to depict my feelings, when,
in a game of forfeits and with much
difficulty, succeeded in kissing Miss
Cilly Busse. Twill not, furthermore,
take up the time of the reader by
showing that, from the age OIL to
10, having been atschool and college,
Isaw nothing at all of Miss Cilly
Busse. Nor, lastly, will it be necessary
to show how, at the age of nineteen
and a half, coming home proud of
my college honors and youthful
dandyism; I met Miss Cilly, domlciled
in my native town of l4illyville. Hav-
ing now given thepublic some insight
into the preliminary situation of af-
fairs, by the usual auctorial method
of saying that I would not, will go
on with the narrative as we'll as an
unprejudiced pen and naturally di-
gressive habit of mind will permit
me.
When I had just left college, and
not yetrecovered my pitying dismay
at the small regard which the world
in general paid to classics, moral
philosophy and metaphysics; when
the first faint visions of a moustache
came over my mind, and 1 daily ex-
amined with solicitude the soft down
of my upper lip; when enjoyed the
novel excitement and knew not the
agonies of shaving; when my watch
chain did not hang in sublime indie
pendence far in front of my legs; in
those happy days l renewed my in
timacy with Miss Cilly Busse.
Her mother and elder sisters kept a
small girls school, in which Miss
Cilly was sort of supernumerary;
that is, she attended to the ward
robes, general department., and oc-
casionally the moral principles of
the pupils, and took any class which
happened to be without regular in
struction. .
Miss Cilly was not ane of yourfool-
ism, rattling, laughing girls, who
fascinate gentlemen by being amused
with everything said OF done. She
had q proper idea of the majesty of
human nature, and though not
joke, regardedabove an occasional
life with poetical earnestness and
romantic gravity. She had ideas
on the subject Of mortal science;
, and as they were remarkably SINH
lar to those promulgated by my col
lege textbooks. I fully and heartily
coincided with her. But she was es-
pecially strong on astronomy. On
starlight nights she used to mingle
quotations from the Taets and de-
ductions from the mati1ematicians in
a way that would have bewildered
the spirits of the Pleiades themselves.
After Shakespeare's, "Look, Jessica,
mark how the floors of heaven, ETC.,
she would at once startle me with
some complicated proposition with
regard to Alpha Lyr@, or Delta Ca
nus, and would bid me farewell with
some astounding fact which left my
brain divided between admiration at
her knowledge and stupefaction from
the imparting of it. Ihave since had
reason to believe that she bestowed
on me rechauffe of the studies of
her class, but at the time I would
have secuted the idea with indigna-
tion.
Young men ore generally, I believe,
before they become hardened to it,
oppressed with nervous sensation
in female society. Terrible possibil-
ties, in the way of irregular cravat
ties or exceptional coats or baggy
pantaloons, sends thrills of horror
through the system. A constant
tendency in their hands to re-
arrange their dress, wander into
awkward positions, or, horror oil
horrors, to get into their pock-
cts, renders incessant circum-
spection requisite. A doubt as to
whether they are saying or doing the
correct thing gives gloomy cast to
their thoughts and reacts upon their
conversation. Whether this feeling
is universal I do not know; but /
must confess to having endured my
full share Of it. The pleasure, there.
fore, of having a family within reach,
where l soon became perfectly at my
ease, where l never thought about
my clothes, where conversation was
always ready, made me constant
visitor at the Buses. By degrees
began to regard the grim-looking
house in which the Buses lived with
very friendly feelings.
To those who approached it in the
morning with books in hand. and a
fearful weight of unlearned lessons
on their minds, it seemed to cause a
chill, like the first aspect of dun
geon; but to me it's dull brick walls
appeared to inclose a garden of Aca-