St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1890-08-23
HOW SHE COMPROMISED.
The BeanviIle Belle and Her Long
Tailed Steod.

Romance Is pretty nearly played out
in this last quarter of the prosaic nine
teenth century, but once in awhile
there will bo found love-sick youth or
. sentimental maiden who fairly lives
upon it Jessamine Rose was Ct this
latter class.
Now Jessie was only farmers
daughter, but she was unusually pretty,
and had been brought up like . lady.
So she came to believe that she must
have been built out Of finer dirt than
the majority Of the country people
around Beanvillc. To her .hey were
''of the earth, earthly"
This fair and aristocratic scion OF .
common country stock fairly deSoared
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 s0r the
time when . dark. handsome young
prince with . crown like the King Of
Spades should come dsshing up to her
fathers door on pfancing steed whose
flowing tail swept the ground. TO WOO
and bear her away 10 . life of royal
splendor. That was the way. 1t always
happened in her favorite novels, and
she felt that she must have lordly
lover, with title and corone.:. at the
very least - 50
She made no secret Of her expected
sutton. Every body for miles around
~ l. ~ Hhxn
noses which turned up like that Of .
coffce-pot on his account
.Just Is II . real live. prince. with ;
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 .
pretty facet" shifted many . Beanvillo
gossip in disgust.
But Jessimine still chung to her inn
aginary royal wooer. though she had
long-waited in vain Tor . 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 > good, steady young farmer.
allured by Jessie's pink-and-white pref
tiness, had laid his heart and his pater-
nal acres, hguratively speaking, In her
soft little palm, only to have them
tossed back at him like 30 much rubbish.
Not one Of them possessed = crown, or
even long-tailed steed to prapce on,
and 50 she would none Of them.
OF course such proceedings did not
tend to make the silly girl popylAr
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 50 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, IS Of something hopping
around there. She began to think that
her heart had moved At last but NAV be
1t was only her gixzard: or perhaps she
was little bilious, and that was all.
1t was big come down for her to &C
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 passing regret Besides it was
getting to be high time for her to marry
something or other il she ever intend
ed to do So. and the prince might never
come.
But the fiery charger. whose tail swept
the ground! Could she give that up, too?
No. never. She could bid adieu to the
prince with his jeweled crown and ror.
geous palace-if she ever got the
chance-without . murmur: but the
stately horss with the long and silky
hair she must and would have, or the
word Miss" should be craven upon her
monument
: So she shyly confessed. in answe. to
nrman's passionate pleading, that she
eao 9eed care more for him than she
~ @ novels. q even for chocolate
s..,se!sod told that she almost felt
s % ss>>go her prospects Vi , gle.