Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-04-17

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Spanish gondolier.
DO you suppose it will be very in
terestlng2 said he.
Interestingly schod Natty. OF
course it viii be. Haven't you heard2
Mr.. Gessner is to deliver lecture on
the literature Of Queen Anne's time.
'And who is Mr.. Gessnerr demand
ed the young man.
If you don't read the magazines, of
course you cannot be expected to
know, said Natty Purple, with some
natural impatience. But have read
everything he writes He is stopping
at our place now, they tell me-
lis heH said Paul. You are the
landlady's daughter, l presume?'
mo, lam not, acknowledged honest
Natty. Il help in the kitchen. 4 am
Natalie Purple
well, then, to be honest with you.
Miss Purple, said Paul, feeling a
sting OF conscious. Il am Paul Cess
nerI
Matte gave such start that the
boat careened dangerously to one side.
Your she cried.
Yes, l! Now, If you will take me
safe to the Echo Cove I will give you
q complimentary ticket. So there!'
No. said Natty, with true womanly
pride, Il accept no favors, even though
/ am nothing but working girl. II
l am to have ticket at all I prefer to
earn it.
Paul was silent. In truth, and in
fact, he felt a little ashamed in the
presence of this flute. voiced, independ-
ent young beauty.
you must have read great deal, ,
said he at last
oh! l have" said Natty. 'We are
not 30 busy in winter, you see, and be-
sides, all the girls lent me their news
papers and magazines, But l never
expected to see a gentleman who wrote
books.
Il hope he comes up to your expecta
tion, said Paul.
i must have time to make up my
mind about that, said Natty, with all
good faith.
And once again our hero found
himself at loss for something to say
And when he came out into the
moon-bathed glories of the Echo Cove,
where all the world was stepped in
silver softness and the matted masses
of water lilies were swinging to and
fro on the tides like emerald carpets,
his tongue was loosened once again,
and before they came back, he and
Matte purple were on terms of the
pleasantest acquaintanceship.
But he had not sketched half so
much as he had expected.
The light was so uncertain, he said,
she could reproduce it better by the
next days memory
Matte went to the lecture with her
so cent piece and listened with grave
and critical intentness, which spurred
Paul Gessner on to his highest elocu-
tionary effects.
1T was very good, she said the next
day, very good, indeed. It has given
me something to think about. And,
oh, Gearl I have so nuch time for
thinkingl
'Natty,' said Mr.. Gessner (every-
body called the girl 'Natty' here). i
have been wondering why you stay
here at ALL
Where else should [ stay?' she
questioned him, with simple direct
ness.
why do you not go to Boston and
teach school?' he questioned.
'Ohr cried Natty, clasping her hands
eagerly, do you think there would be
any possibility of my obtaining situa-
tion there?
we must see what can be done,
said Paul, refectively.
So Grandfather Purple was left in
charge of a thrifty neighbor and stald
by himself that winter, while Natty
went to Boston to try her lnck in one
Of the grammar schools. In the spring
she came back, apparently transformed
into q new creature.
i didn't want you,' growled the
old man. The widow Malley takes
good enough care of me. To tell you
the truth. we was married last week,
and Mrs. Purple she don't want no
step grandaughters around
ooh, grandfather, am 50 glad!
cried Natalie, turning pink and white
in one breath. Because I am not
coming back to stay, Mr.. Gessner--'
oh, I understand, said Grandfather
Purple, chuckled hoarsely. You're
going to be married, too
Yes, said Natty, I'm going to be
Married
Thus ended the little Brookbridge
idyl. Natty was happy. So was
Paul Gessner. As for Grandfather
Purple and his elderly bride, let US
hope that they were not very unhappy
For the roses and nightengales Of life
cannot be enjoyed by every one and
the spring tide Of the world comes but
once. Amy Randolph in N. Y led
ger.