Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-08-18
MISS STRONG.

-hiS9 L dhutlld strong nau reached the
mature age of eighteen and never yet ex-
perienced the delightful sensation of low
ting and being beloved True, she had
from time to time ever since she had
emerged from pinafores fancied herself in
love, but now she was convinced that she
had felt only a sentiment, not a passion
and so signing and hoping for the epoch to
arrive when her eyes should be opened she
dragged away her melancholy existence.
Her vulgar, low bred brothers and sisters
voted her nuisance and were never weary
with tying her long flaxen curls into knots
and using her choicest sOnnets to the moon
for lamplighters. There is no getting over
the fact that PAMELA was an i'll used in
dividual, and undoubtedly her unappreci-
ating relatives richly deserved the pillory
for their disgraceful, unsympathizingt treat
ment of her gushing affections.
Pamelia-Or Mile, rs she insisted on
calling hersef-waS a tail, slender Young
lady, with naturally pale complexion,
which was made still more chalky by the
immense quantities of slate pencils and
sour vinegar she consumed. under the i'm.
preston that color in a lady's face was in.
dicative of a gross organization. Millie
had holy horror of health, and would
sooner have resigned her fair, scranny
neck 70 the guillotine than have gained a
single pound Of flesh.
Her hair was very pallid shade of
daxeD, and by night it was screwed up into
the hardest Of curl papers, while by day it
floated free over her shoulders in 'naturap
ringlets. Her nose was a long, subdued
aquiline-certain indication of genius: her
eyes family shaded from white TO blue;
her mouth small and sensitive, and her
ID Nss.v~
Mile was inordinately vain of her feet,
and for that reason she discarded flowing
robes and wore her white dresses two
inches shorter than the fashion.
If Mile had been endowed with an Or
binary degree Of sense, she would doubt
less have found no difficulty in meeting
the destiny Of which she was continually
rendering; but, as it was, the expected in
dividual held himself aloof, and seemed
determined that the interesting Mile
should drop into an untimely grave through
his GOODNESS and neglect.
Mile was, as might have been expected,
poetess, and unless person was blessed
with unusually strong nerves, it would
have given him the nightmare for weeks
to have read dozen pages of her effusions.
Once in her life she had been taken to a
concert by young gentleman rejoicing in
the name of Willie Stiggins, and after
ward the said Willie had run away from
his pa and ma, and embarked on board
whaling vessel. The vessel had been lost
with all on board-so said the newspapers;
and this Circumstance was windfall to
the sentimental Mile. As soon as she
heard of Willie's death, she felt that her
heart was buried in his ocean grave, and
accordingly turned out "In Memoriam"
poems by the ream.
But alas for romancel Two years after
those touching poems, ITO Willie Lying
Meath the Far Pacific" and "My host
One in the Sea, " had been published in the
Greenville Enlightener the drowned Will
lie Stiggins turned up in the senior men,
Der of the firm of Stiggins, jerks g. Co,
whale oil dealers, Long wharf, Boston.
Mile might have saved her tears and
her stationery, as Mr.. Stiggins had in his
possession black eyed little wife and two
black eyed twin children, and was bliss
fully oblivious OF the fact that a die away
young lady with faxen curls was pining
and mourning over his presumed burial in
the deep, dark sea-"
From her favorite novels and poetry
Mile had imbibed an intense admiration
for the country, and at length her en-
treaties to be allowed a summer among its
rural shades induced her parents to send
her TO Bearville for a few months. Mrs.
Clash, an old friend Of Mrs. Strong's, a
nice, matter Of fact old lady, residing on a
small farm in the outskirts of the village,
consented TO receive her, and early in June
our heroine found herself established in
Mrs. Clash's pleasant spare chamber.
Mile was charmed with her situation.
She should be sure to meet her fate before
she left Bearvile This was just the spot
for poets and artists 10 congregate, and all
the long summer days, dressed in white,
with clover blossoms in her hair and a
volume of Byron in her hand, she wan
dered up and down the carrot bed, digni-
fed by the name of garden, and waited for
the long expected.
Good Mrs Clash was little uneasy at
her strange conduct. She was pretty well
convinced that her boarder was slightly
demented, and took the precaution to
fasten her bedroom door every night lest
the "uneanny" young lady should murder
her in her sleep
One fine day fortune began TO smile on
our sentimental friend. She was out in
the fields back Of the village, and APP
preaching too near brier bush her long
curls became entangled and she found it
impossible to get clear. Just as she was
about to burst into tears-her usual refuge
in time Of trial-a handsome young man in
a blue frock came whistling along and
gallantly proceeded to release her from her
unpleasant predicament.
She was faint with happiness, for in the
dark, handsome face of the unknown she
had recognized the twin Of her SOUL Her
fate was decided. At last she was in lovel
Before she could collect Der scattered
faculties sufficiently to inquire his name
or give him thanks for his timely assist
ance, he had passed whistling away and
was lost to her view.
Starting up she flew for the house, where
with breathless eagerness she burst into
the room where Mrs. Clash was darning
stockings, frightening the old lady nearly
out Of her wits.
'Oh, Mrs. ClashP' cried she, for the