Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1888-06-23

as those OF the purest cameo. He in
the only son of very wealthy widow
lady who is spending the summer at
chicago. HAIRY has been with her
until about three weeks ago, when he
suddenly tirel of the round of fashion
able gayety he was indulgng in, and
bidding his mother hasty good-by, he
started off, and soon found himself in
q quiet little villa @. Upon question.
ing different ones, he was directed to
Leach's pleasant farm house, where he
received cordial welcome.
OF course the plain though comfort
able room, with the great feather beds,
was something very novel to this fash
ionable Young gentleman; still every
thing was so sweet and clean that he
rather liked it. and decided to stay as
long as he was contented. At first he
thought few days would suffice; but
when he caught glimpses of his kind
hosts pretty daughter he changed his
mind.
Nettie Leach is, indeed, pretty
enough to attract anyone, either young
or old. She is just eighteen; pretty,
slight, girlish figure, short black hair
curling all over her proud little head
and low, white forehead; small,
straight nose, and the sweetest little
mouth in the world. But best of all
are the beautiful gray eyes, that one
minute flash as she says something I'M
usually saucy, and the next grow sad
and tender Gs she Listens to some
touching story that awakens all the
sympathy OF her warm, womanly nature.
Come, don't be so industrious, Miss
Nettie," says Harry, as he tries to take
the sewing from her. Il want YOU to
come for a row, as it is too lovely an
afternoon to stay away from the water. :"
And he looks at her with coaxing ex-
preston that she-poor little girl
cannot resist.
SO they start off across the fields,
and soon reach a very pretty lake nest
ling in the midst of Mr.. Leach's broad
acres. Unmooring a dainty little boat
just large enou h for two, they get in
and are soon seen skimming over the
water by Harry Shores master strokes.
After while he stops, and resting on
his oars looks up to find Nettie's beau
tiful eyes fixed on him with an ex-
preston in them he never saw befose.
"Of what are YOU thinking, little
girl? You are not half as merry as
usual.
AS he asks this, a strange feeling
comes over HIM, and he suddenly real
ICES why he has been so contented dur
ing the last two weeks. Yes, he loves
her; not as he has thought he loved a
dozen other girls, to tire of them in
week, but with the strong, overmas-
terly love that comes but once in life
time. He longs to hold her in his
arms and tell her of it, but thoughts of
his proud, naughty mother drive back
the words; so he only takes her little
hand in his as he waits for her answer.
II was thinking" SAYS Nettie, in her
low, sweet voice, chow much I shall
miss You when you really go, and how
very pleasant the last two weeks have
been"
This was too much for him to with
stand, and in another moment Harry's
arm is around her, and Nettie's curly
head is pillowed on his breast.
my darling little GIRL" and his
voice is inexpressibly tender as he
speaks, "do you realize how dearly /
love You, aud can you feel any of that
deep love for me?"
Harry, l fear you already know that
/ do" And Nettie's glorious eyes look
brayely and tepderly up at him.