Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-08-31

ton, humanity long ago resolved TO endure
anything from q girl-n she Is pretty
Slowly the Hayns came to like their board
ers. more slowly, but Just a. surely, the
Tramlays learned TO like their hostA Mutual
respect began at the extremes Of both fam.
liea Mira Tramlay, being q mother and .
housckeeper, became 90 interested in the fenr
nine half Of the familys bead that she ceased
to criticlse her husbandS interest In the old
farmer. The Tramlay children wondered at
and then admired the wisdom and skill OF
their country companions In matters not un-
derstood by city children. Last Of all, Lucia
found herself heartily respecting the farmers
son, and forgetting bis uncouth dress and his
awkwardness Of manner in her wonder at his
general courtesy, and his superior knowledge
in some directions where she supposed sho
had gone as far as possible
She had gone through finishing school OF
themost approved Now York type, yet Philip
knew more OF languages and history and
science than she, when they chanced-never
through her fault-to converse on such dry
subjects; ne knew more MOWERS than she had
ever seen In florists shop In the city; and
once when she had attempted to decorate the
rather bare walls OF the farmhouse parlor he
corrected her taste with q skill which she was
obliged to admit. There was nothing strange
about II, except to Lucia; Tor city seminaries
and country high schools use the same text
books, and magazines and newspapers that
give attention to home decorations go every
where; nevertheless, 1t seemed to Lucia that
she had discovered new order OF being, and
by the time she had been at Hayn Farm a
month she found herself occasionally sur
prised into treating Philip almost a. II he
were gentleman.
Philips Interest IN Lucia was Of much
quicker development He had had no preju-
dices to overcome; besides, the eye is more
easily approached and satisfied than the in.
tellect, and Lucia had acceptably filed many
an eye more exacting than the young farm
er's There were pretty girls in homes near
Hayp farm, and more in the village near by,
but none of them were--well, none were ex-
actly like Lucia Philip studied her face; il
was neither Roman nor Grecian and he was
obliged to confess that the proportions Of her
features were not 80 good as those of some
girls in the neighborhood. Her figure sug-
gested neither perfect grace nor perfect
Strength; and yet whatever she did was
gracefully done, and her attire, whether plain
or costly, seemed part OF herself-a peculiar
ity that he had never observed among girls
born In the vicinity.
He soon discovered that she did not know
everything, but whatever she did know she
talked Of SO glibly that he could not help en-
joying the position Of listener She did not
often show earnestness about anything that
TO him was more than trifing, but when she
did 60 out Of her customary mood for mo-
ment or two she was sanity; he could think
of no other word that would do 1t Justice
He had not liked her manner TO his own
mother, for at first the girl treated that esti-
mable woman as servant, and did 1t In the
manner which makes most servants detest
most young ladies'; but had she not after
ward, with her own tiny fingers, made new
Sunday bonnet for Mrs. Hayn and had not
his mother, in genuine gratitude, kissed heri
Should he bear malice for what his mother
had forgiveni
The young man merely admired and re-
spected Lucia; Of that he was very sure. Re-
gard more tender he would have blamed
himself for, first, because love implied ma
trimony, which he did not intend to venture
into until he had seen more OF the world and
perhaps gone to college; secondly, because he
did not imagine that any such sentiment
would be reciprocated. He came of a family
that through generations Of hard experience
had learned to count the cost Of everything,
even the affections, like most Of the better
country people in the older states. He had also
an aversion to marriage between persons Of
different classes. Lucia was to him an &C
quaintance-not even friend-whom be
highly esteemed; that was all.
His father thought differently, and one
day when the two were in the woodland be-
longing to the farm, loading wagon with
wood to be stored near the house for winter
use, the old man said, abruptly:
81 hope you're not CROWN too fond Of that
young woman, PHILIP
mo danger, the youth answered, prompt
~, though as he raised his head his eyes did
not meet his fathers.
You seem TO know who mean, anyhow,
said the old man, after throwing another
stick OF wood upon the wagon.