The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1889-01-03
A ROMANCE
Illustrating That Love Cares Not for Appear.

old fellow said that his name was
Potmeyer. His hair and whiskers
were long and almost white, but his
figure was erect and footsteps were
firm. The advances of the neighbors
met with no encouraging response.
He seemed to care for nothing but to
sit among his old books; not q
large collection, surely, but old and
ripe. One day old Bill Spillers, who
could no longer rest under a chafing
load of curiosity, called on Potmey-
er. The old man invited him to be
seated.
~ amt got long to set," old Bill
replied. "Jest thought I'd drop over
an see you. Would you mind an
swerin' a question:
"No."
"WalI; what is yo' business in this
here community"
"What is yours?"
"Oh, / live here you know"
$50 do l."
"Yas, but I've lived here all my life. "
What of that?"
"Wall this much, that am one Nv
the people"
eyes, for having the semblance ofa
man, you are surely not one of the
cattle"
''Look here, now, old feller, don t
try ter rig me. Eff you air the right
sort Nv man, why don't you come
out an mix with us like a like q
MANI"
Because am following the course
of my own contentment. The flip
pant talk, the idle observations OF
your people possess for me no in
terest. You may be men of highest
honor, but men of honor arc some
times destitute of that great and no.
BILE quality, cultivated intellect. |
prefer to spend my time among my
books, to sit with minds which bring
with their familiarity no shadow of
contempt, but which, to contemplate,
gives ripeness to my thoughts"
Look here, old feller, if you amt
gone draft I never seed a lunatic -
81 only wish that you were gone
somewhere
"Then l reckon myscompany ain't
agreeable?"
"On your part, to have thought it
>, were meanest vanity"
"Wall, I'll be dinged. Now | jest
wanter tell you suthin. The folks in
this here neighborhood air willin' to
devide their vidults with a man that
will work, but they hate a lazy puson
wus'n they do pizen. Nv cause you
air too old to work much, but they
would like to see you stir round a lit,
tie. Do you here me?"
Gage has not dulled my years. u
"All right. Hope you will take ad-
vantage Nv what I've said, Good
day to you"
Shortly after old Billhad gone there
came a gentle tap at Potmeyer's open
door. The old man, without look
ing up, said: '::Come in" Light foot
steps, Immediately following, caused
him to look round. A handsome
girl, with dark eyes and hair, waving
with suggestions of romance, had en-
tered the room.
"Come in, MISS" said Potmeyer
springing from his chair with a MIN
bleness that was surprising in so old
q man. "It is so rare that ladies cal
upon me that you must excuse my
lack of courtesy"
ooh, do not offer any apology
the girl exclaimed, as she seated her,
self. 'It is who owe you an ap.
ology."
"You owe me an apology?"
eyes, sir. My father was here a
few moments ago, and gathering
what I did from his recital. fear that
he was very rude to you"
"Do not allow a thought so fal
from truth to rough your feelings
for a single moment. knew the old
mans mind was truly honest"
"Oh, I thank you, sir. These peo'
pie here, you know, are very rude
They do not know the finer points ot
life. Ihave Just returned from school
have been bookish nearly all my
life, and is source ofgreatestpleas
ure to know that in the neighborhood
there is some one with whom can
talk upon my favorite subject
books"
"You are in fact a strange young
rladv," Potmeyer enthusiastically ex
claimed "Before you grant your en-
thusiasm such large sporting
ground" replied the younglady, ''le'
me tell you that l am tia daughte,
of Mr.. Spillers. You seem to forge
that"
"No, do not forget it. In truth
q knowledge of that fact increase
my admiration for YOU"
"Excuse me, old gentleman; / di,
not come here to hear expressions O
admiration. / had heard that yo1
were q man of books. and came t,
ask yon to excuse my honest bu
illiterate further"
"I wish that had held resentmen
against him, for then / could at you
request excuse him. You say tha
you have just returned from school?
Eyes, sir.
"Yeu were graduated with honors
surpose?"
"Oh, no; was not graduated a
all. was not q success as stu
dent. There were so many thing
which ] did not care to learn that
upon the basis of what seemed to b
necessary average, | was reckone
nong the poorer class of students
lt oh! how could I count the dul
:, speechless figures of arithmeti
W. Sen / had books So full of livin
characters, / do not care how lon
Lit Mould take hound, leaping 8
manS feet at a hound, to overtake
hare, leaping faster, but not clearin