Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1891-11-06
A COUNTRY GIRL
BY GENEVA MARCH.

''There are lots of pretty girls around
here. You've come just in time"
The speaker was Jerome Wallace. He
and his friend Clinton Munroe, sat smok-
ing in the room of the former, at the st.
Nicholas Hotel, fashionable resort
among the picturesque hills of Colorado.
"You ought to know, as you came a
week ago" replied Munroe. "Are any
OF our set here?"
"None, except Miss Fortesque. re-
ferred to the girls of the neighbor-
hood"
"The country girls! Bah! Milkmaids
and i,.rmers' daughters, and the like.
Blowsy creatures, with waists like bar
rels, great red hands, and feet as big and
heavy as sledge hammers. Thanks, none
of them for mel"
"Shl" said his friend, speaking in a
whisper. ''Not so loud. The partitions
between these Western hotel rooms are
very thin. Miss Fortesques room is next
to this, and, if I'm not mistaken, saw
some of those very girls 60 in there a
while ago."
Mnnroe was a gentleman notwith-
standing his coxcombry, SO he lowered
his voice also as he replied:
"sorry, pom honor, if they heard.
Wouldn't do anything to hurt their feel
ings for the world. l suppose they have
feelings, you know"
"Wait till you become acquainted with
some of these girls before you speak so
lmpudently of them," said Wallace, Sc
verely. There's Judge Horizons
daughter. He was in Congress for
several years, and she spent her winters
in Washington. She's as fresh as a
pink, and bright as a diamond; rides
superbly; rows like a Harvard or Yale
stroke oar; dances divinely; sings"
"Spare me, spare mel" cried Munroe,
affecting to stop his ears. ~ know just
the sort of thing you mean. Goes
clustering about in mans hat and
jacket, apes all sorts of mems sports,
talks in mans voice, and has a mus
tache almost as thick as a toothbrush.
A woman has no business with physical
exercise. It's the fad of the age. A
Fifth avenue belle is the only woman fit
for our class"
"You don't mean what you say"
answered Wallace, half angrily. "You're
not such an absolute fool"
The next day the two friends returning
from walk up the mountain side found
themselves in the valley, where a clear,
crystal stream here and there starred
with water lilies flowed between wooded
banks. Suddenly they heard the quick
sound of oars, and the next moment there
shot into sight around bend small
boat. The only occupant was a young
lady, beautiful one, too, who sent her
fairy sk:ff skimming along with grace
and ease that made it seem really alive
She remained in sight only a few minutes,
then disappeared around another bend,
coming and going like swallow in it's
flight. Wallace, however, during that
brief space, recognized an acquaintance,
and removed his hat deferentially with a
low bow. She answered with o brief
smile and nod, then was gone.
ga modern water pymph, by Jovel'
cried Munroe. "Beats the old Greek
ones all hollow. Who is she2 Some
Eastern girl, Issuppose."
''That returned Wallace, gravely, "is
one of the girls of the neighborhood
of whom you made fun yesterday, you
remember"
Munroe gave long whistle.
"Oh Miss Horton" he exclaimed
'if she'sa specimen of your country girls
l take back all said. Are there any
more like herr"
"Plenty," replied Wallace, "but this
is not Judge Horizons daughter. This
is Miss Mamie White. Her father owns
farm in the valley. A farmers daugh-
ter, you see."
Munroe gave another long whistle, but
said nothing further.
That night there was hop at the
hotel, and Clinton Muuroe, in perfect
evening costume, was to be seen dane
ing with Miss White, not once only, but
every time she would permit him.
1T really seems one of those cascS"
said Miss Fortesque, ''so rare In tlis
selfish world, OF love at first sight, and
congratulate you, my DEAR" she said,
turning mischievously to Miss White,
Hhp lust thsn came up. Miss ForteSQuf