Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-03-09

have made me an ulster. Thus attired. !
sailed forth, to find that the good soul
had already sent a laborer, who was or
speaking terms with the bull, to reclaim
my coat and hat, and on his return Mrs
Blizzard took the former for needful re-
pairs. while / availed myself of my re-
covered pipe and pouch to WOO consolation
IN the form of the nymph Nicotiana.
Even pipe has its limits, and at length
courtesy compelled me to knock out the
ashes and return indoors TO inquire after
my companion, Our hostess met me on
the porch with beaming expression of
intelligence and maternal interest, which
l was at loss to account for. and usher
ing me into the best parlor, where a
bright fire had been kindled in our honor.
closed the door and left me ietc-a-tete with
Miss Spinks. The ample garments in
which she was now attired hung some
what loosely upon her, and did not i'm
prove her appearance but | felt that nv
own get-up was unromantic and forebode
to be critical. We partook of Mrs. Biz
Yards sherry and biscuits, and under the
genial influence of fire and refreshments |
felt impelled to offer slightly equivocal
thanks for the good intention with which
she had followed me into the river. She
modestly accepted my compliments on her
presence of mind, adding
81 have often wished for the time when
| might face danger for the sake OF an
other. But l could not have done so for
everybody"
II feel fiattered, then, that you should
make an exception in my favor"
"Ah that was different" she muir
mured II owed my life to you already.
But even without that, would have done
it for YOU"
"And why for me more than Others ~ 1
inquired, jestingly.
"Oh, Mr.. Hastie ~ she went on, with
curious irrelevance; "do You not believe
in electric affinities? Have you never met
with a kindred spirit? Never felt per-
feet sympathy which would impel YOU
to acts of heroism beyond your own con-
trol?"
Miss SpinEs was growing sentimental,
not to say hysterical. must try little
gentle banter.
very potent one to enable me to qualify it
with SO copious dose of cold water" re-
Piled
The remarks was idiotic; but ! hoped it
might extinguish her sentimentality Not
so; she ignored it, and continued, dreamily:
"Mine has been a cruelty unsympathetic
life. Pining for true appreciation, have
met with nothing but the cold disfavor of
the world"
"Dear me, Miss Spinks," said /, "you
look too gloomily on the world and its
tastes Some day you will sing different
tune, when you figure as a successful novel
list and poetess"
"What is success without sympathy?
What is poetry without soul? How can
the poetess write what the world will read
when her heart is blank, her feelings
subject of mockery and contempt"
But there must be some who can appre-
ciate your warnings" said, soothingly.
''Somew she cried, contemptuously. at
is not the appreciation of the common
herd that long for. There must be one
one heart to beat in unison with mine one
ear into which l can pour my hopes and
my aspirations, one mind that will supply
with its abundance what my poverty wants,
one arm to which | can cling for support
when all the world besides neglects me-"
Talking sentiment in farm house par
lor, in garments the reverse of be-
coming, and amid circumstances the re-
verse of romantic, / felt was not my
forte. Yet could not ridicule her evil
IDENTIFY earnest longings, even though
forced to recognize the fact that she was
hardly the being to inspire tender interest.
She evidently expected to be cheered, SO l
answered, in my lightest and ARREST
vein,-
"Do not despair, Miss Spinks. The
time will come, and the strong arm and
sympathetic heart will doubtless be at
your service.