The Southern herald., 1890-08-01
HOW SHE COMPROMISED.
The Beanville Belle and Her Long.
Tailed Steed.

Romance Is pretty nearly played out
in this last quarter of the prosaic nine
teenth century, hut: once, in awhile
there will be found a Iove-sick youth or
q sentimental maiden who fairly lives
upon it. Jessamine Rose was cf this
latter class.
Now Jessie was only a farmers
daughter, but she was unusually pretty,
and had been brought up like lady.
Soshe came to rbelieve that she must
hays been baflt out of finer dirt than
the majority bf fthe country people
around BeanTille. To her they were
''of the earth, earthly"
This fair and aristocratic scion of
common country stock fairly devoured
every romance that came in her way.
Love stories were her constant Diet. BY
pursuing them she came to feel that she
was fitted for something higher and
better than any thing she had yet
known, and anxiously waited for the
time when dark, handsome young
prince with a crown like the King OF
Spades should come dashing up to her
fathers door on prancing steed whose
flowing tail swept the ground, to WOO
and bear her away to a life of royal
splendor. That was the. way it always
happened in her f4vorfte novels, and
she felt that she must have lordly
lover, with title and coronet, at the
very least
She made no secret of her expected
suitor. Every body for miles around
knew all about him. and many were the
noses which turned up like that of a
coffee-pot on his account.
"Just as II real live prince, with a
hatful Of gold crowns, would run his
long-tailed horse through old Jim Roses
potato patch on, purpose to marry his
good-for-nothing daughter, for the sole
reason that she happens to have a
pretty facelp shifted many Beanvillo
gossip in disgust.
But Jessimine still clung Ia her i'm
aginary royal wooer, though she had
long-waited in vain for sight Of him.
She thought of him by day and dreamed
of him by night; but, as yet, her waking
eyes had never beheld his face.
Many a good, steady young farmer.
allared by Jessie's pink-and-white pref
tiness, had laid his heart and his pater-
nal acres, fguratively speaking, In her
soft little palm, only to have them
tossed back at him like so much rubbish.
Not one Of them possessed crown, or
even long-tailed steed to praDce on,
and 50 she would none OF them.
Of course such proceedings did not
tend to make the silly girl popular
among the Beanville people, but for
awhile she did not mind that. She
didn't care to associate much with the
country folks for her destiny was far
higher one than theirs. And so the
years rolled on.
At last Jessie reached her twenty-fifth
birthday. She was still unmarried,
though nearly all Of her schoolmates
were comfortably settled down in happy
homes Of their own, with growing
families around them. She still cher
ished her fond dreams OF something
better, but her faith in the princes
coming began to waver little. Such
was the state OF affairs when Herman
Moulton fell head over heels in love
with her.
He was only farmer, but he was
handsome and well-to-do, and Jessie
couldn't help liking him. When he
proposed there was curious sensation
in her bosom, as Of something hopping
around there. She began to think that
her heart had moved at last, but may be
1t was only her gizzard; or perhaps she
was little bilious, and that was all.
It was a big come down for her to ac-
cept common farmer for husband
instead Of the kings son, to whom she
had SO long looked forward, but she
was tired Of waiting and felt half in
clined TO do it. She thought that for
Herman's sake she could exchange her
imaginary royal palace for the substan-
tial farmhouse at the crossroads with
only a passing regret. Besides 1t was
getting to be high time for her to marry
something or other If she ever intend
cd TO do So and the prince might never
come.
But the fiery charger, whose tail swept
the groundl Could she give that up, too9
No. never, She could bid sdieu TO the
prince with his jeweled crown and gor-
geops paIace-if she ever got the
chance without a murmur; but the
stately horse with the long and silky
hair she must and would have, or tho
word Miss should be craven upon her
So she shyly confessed, In answer TO
Herman's passionate pleading, that she
lid indeed care more for him than she
I'D fof novels, Of even for chocolate
'arameIs: and told that she almost felt
ncliaea " lQFpgo her progpccIsof glo'l !