Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1892-09-01
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with engaging sweetness IF yOu
wouldn't mind going down TO the wId-
ow Peelers just for a night or two. Mr..
Nimple. and let the young ladies have
your room-only aS a temporary mat
ter. Of coHrse-it would be sFeA an ac-
comm0dation.r
Mr. Origen wimPle vas probably the
most bashfnl young man at Spruce
mountain He was Just nineteen. with
n pasty complexion. very light-blue
eyes and a seantv growth Of lemon
coIored down beginning 20 ornamen
his chin ard upper lip. He liked scclu-
sion and courted the solitude of wood
and glen. believing himself To be a
poet. although be- never vet had been
able 10 string two consecutive rhymes
together. and he had come To board al
Mr.. Banks farmhouse. on Spruce
mountain. because there was no one
else there and no possibility Of anyone
else being admitted. a. he himself ac-
ceptcd the only spare chamber. under
the caves Of the roof. whose windows
looked out on the balsamic growth of
the mountain side, and beneath which
n little river rolrcd and gurgled and
beat itself n a spray of white foam
against the edges of the rocks.
~ that. toward the mid-prime of the
golden July. when three Of Miss Ara
minta's ~schoolmates wrote her a musk
scented pink mote that they would ar
rive By mountain stage that very even
ing. To spend a week. there was a
natural commotiOn Mt the farmhouse.
For the Banks family. be il remem-
bered, did not live on 4 city avenue
whore one can send out and buy a fold
ing-bedstead or a convenient cot at n
moments notice
What shall we do?' said Mrs
BANKS Why couldn't they have let
us know in time, 10 hat we could have
asked them to postpone their visit a
few weeks
Ma. that would be very inhos-
pitahle, said Miss Araminta. with the
air Of superiority natural to one who
has been educated in boarding-SchooI.
I'll tell you what well do. Wen ask
FIR Wimple 70 sleep a few nights down
at the widow Peeler'S She has got a
spare bedroom. and I'm sure he'll make
no objection lies 20 good-natured.'
1t seems like an imposition said
Mrs Banks.
"oh. h. won't mind" said Araminta.
The Young lady was right. Mr..
Nimple was only too glad 20 escape. nj
I'll AMI auy hazards from the awful
invasion of three girls from the city.
He cid not mind Miss Araminta. for he
was used To her ways. and knew that
she was safely engaged TO the young
man who kept the general store ut
Spruce Mountain Corners. five miles
below And Mrs Banks was a fat.
rnotherly roman who made catuip tea
for his colds and got mp special little
dishes for his deleetation. whenever he
showed ans signs of i failing appetite.
But three young women from the outer
world-three young women " h would
perhaps make eyes at him. ask him
gushing questions. quote poetry. and
demand his opinion concerning Ken
singtOn stitch and art ueedle-work-
this vague possibility made Mr. Origen
Nimple's blood run cold.
rs the widow Peeler a young WON.
an Mr. Wimple f~alteringlv asked.
"oh, bless your heart. no. said Miss
Araninta. f~athoming his motives.
shes Sve-aud-sixty. and n little hard
of hearing into The bargain But I'm
sure II make You err comfortable.
and II will BE- sHck n favor To u.s..
And 80. with the fall of dewy eve.
Mr. NlmPle packed a very small hand,
bag. and. armed with many instruc.
tlons a. To the finding of his way from
MIR. and Mrs Banks. set forth 10 the
residence of the widow Peeler. which
residence wa said To be on n cross-road
hall a mile from every possible poin,
OF n compass. II rained a little, and
the soft wreaths of fragrant mist were