The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-15

hard thinking in the thousands of days when
his hands were employed at common work,
and that his views of affairs in general, out
side of the iron trade, were at least as sound
as Tramlay's own, or those of any one whom
I Tramlay knew in the city.
The one irreconcilable member of the fam
lily was the elder daughter, Lucia. She was
( the oldest child, so she had her own way;
she was pretty, so she had always been pet
ted; she was twenty, so she knew everything
that she thought worth knowing. She had
long before reconstructed the world lin her
own mind) just as it should be, from the
standpoint that it ought to exist solely for
| her benefit. Not bad tempered, ON the con-
trary cheerful and full of high spirits, she
was nevertheless in perpetual protest against
everything that was not exactly as she would
| have it. and not all the manners that careful
breeding could impart could restrain the I'M
conscious insolence peculiar to young and
self satisfied natures. She would laugh loud
| ly at table at Mrs Hayns way of serving an
omelet, tell Mrs. Hayn's husband that his
Sunday coat looked 80 funny" express her
mind freely before the whole household at
the horrid way in which the half grown
Hayn boys wore their hair, and had no hest
| leLSiOll III A1dJ WV Ceto uSA
senior that when he came in from the field
in his brown flannel shirt and gray felt hat
he looked like an utter guy. But the Hayns
were human, and, between pity and admira-
ton, humanity long ago resolved to endure
anything from girl-if she is pretty.
Slowly the Hayns came to like their board
ers; more slowly, but just as surely, the
Tramlays learned to like their hosts. Mutual
respect began at the extremes of both fam
lilies. Mrs. Tramlay, being mother and
housekeeper, became so interested in the fem
nine half of the familys head that she ceased
to criticise 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 IN
derstood by city children. Last of all, Lucia
found herself heartily respecting the farmers
son, and forgetting his uncouth dress and his
awkwardneSS of manner in her wonder at his
general courtesy, and his superior knowledge
in some directions where she supposed she
had gone as far as possible.
She had gohe through a finishing school of
the most approved New 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; he knew more flowers 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 a skill which she was
obliged to admit. There was nothing strange
| about it, except to Lucia; for 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, it seemed to Lucia that
she had discovered u 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 as if 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 filled many
an eye more exacting than the young farm
er'S There were pretty girls in homes near
Hayn farm, and more in the village near by,
but none of them were-well, none were ex-
actly like Lucia. Philip studied her face; it
was neither Roman nor Grecian, and he was
obliged TO confess that the proportions of her
eatureS were not so 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 ne could not help en-
joying the position of listener. She did not
often show earnestness about anything that
to him was more than trifiing, but when she
did go out of her customary mood for mo-
ment or two she was sanity; he could think
of no other word that would do it justice,
He had not liked her manner to his own
mother for at first the girl treated that esti-
mable woman as a servant, and did it 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 herl
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
ould be reciprocated. He came of 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
IN aversion to marriage between persons of
different classes Lucia was TO him an ac-
quaintance-not even friend-whom he
highly esteemed; that was all
His father thought differently, and one
day when the two were in the woodland be-
onging 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, Phil"
mo danger" the youth answered, prompt
ly, 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.
mot much trouble to do that" Phil re-
piled. There's only one young woman"
The father laughed softly; the son blushed
violently. Then the father sighed.
'That's one of the signs"
whats a signa-sign of whatF said Phil.
affecting wonder not quite skillfully.
when there's only one young woman it's
a sign the young man who thinks so is likely
consider her the only one worth thinkin
out
''Oh, pshawm exclaimed Phil, attacking
the woodpile with great industry