The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1892-11-19

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doctor positively forhids my staying in
New York during the fall Remember.
ing our old schoolhoy league have se
lected W RS the place Of my exile,
and shall be there on the 2Oth--wind
aud weather permitting
"What do you think of that:' asked
Adelaide, making large eyes at me over
the top Of the letter,
81 have not heard anything yet IT,
| make me postpone my journey"
"Wait a moment-I'll finish. L am.
| as ever, yours faithfully
well, go on
"'Jame5 Quitman.'
flames Quiunan! Nou are mad. Ad-
die-he can never be coming here"
"Thereis the letter-father has always .
known him, it seems; it is the poet and .
we are to have him stay here all the .
time. Father is to meet him at the sta |
ton tonight. and not let him go to the |
hotel on any account. Won't people |
stare when we walk into church next
Sunday"
closed the lid of my trunk in the
twinlIling of an eye, The poet l had so
often longed to see, the man over whose
tender verses l had made myself a Niobe
scores Of timcs-was it possible that the
same roof was going to shelter us bothi
Dinner was thing unthought Of in
the house that day, and my uncle lunched
meelily at one Of the china closets off
cold meat and bread and preserved
Strawberries, while Addie and | actually
ate rose leaves and sugar and cream as
a suitable pendant to the work in which
we were engaged. Nothing less ethereal
would we partake while fitting mp that
poets chamber.
BY i o'clock that afternoon our labors
were ended. The house was like bed
of roses; they blushed and hloomed
everywhere and their fragrance was
/, delicious in the upper chamber My
favorite pictures had been unpacEed
and arranged upon the parlor walls.
Everything was perfect. The tea table
sparkled with silver and cut glass; flow
ers wreathed the dishes Of preserved
, rrui., and cake and wine for the evening
5 were ready on the sideboard, to say
t nothing Of some delicately tinted ice
4 cream which was still undergoing the
process Of "freezatiou" in the cellar.
OF course the train was late that night
Trains always are late when we are ex-
pecting any one by them, and Addie and
had time to work ourselves into fever
s ish state that gave us some very beco'
i ing red cheeks. We heard the whis,te
Of the train, and five minutes afterGard
carriage stopped before the gate. The
poet had come!
He climbed out Of the carriage like a
crab-silewise- coming up the
grayeled walk toward the front door,
presented to our admiring eyes the figure
of a stouhsh, middle aged man, with
dark eyes and hair and very pleasant
smile He did not wear a Spanish cloak
and a sombreIo-he was clad in linen
It garments aud matched with rougl
Z looking straw hat that 2ad evidently
e- seen service. Weheard him as he cam,
y up the walk,
" "Very pretty house, Tom; very pretty
PIP house. Those girls your daughters
l. hey? l see they've got those horrid citl
h., fashions--low neck and short sleeves. j
q, had n daughter ia sew her dress Il
\, her ears
a Addie and ] looked at each other il
~ CONSERVATION and barely managed T.
n give him civil greeting as he crossed
gs the threshold. Was this the man win
o. had raved about his Lydia
he That bosom. white aud fond and fair,
IL ] would I were the enRmCrcd air,
he To faint and fall in passing there.
Low necks. indeed! / sat beside him a
ne the tea table. as had been previously al
ms ranged. and saw that all things wer
ms within his reach. Never did Hindo
.cr idol tax his yotgry more severely. ha
eh hardly time 20 snatch a mouthiul
selT-though, for the matter of that,
,r. appetite quite took away my own.
.at was a regular DR.. Johnson for tea
ne strawberry preserves pleased him, an
he soda biscuits vanished before his attac
th as Green things before the march Of
cloul of logusts. Heaven knows he hs
'n one qualiicauou--a stomach!
M Tea over, we adjourned 20 the 70.
or scented uar.ors. and the volume on Il
ID. cyDler table caught his eye lie took
nd up, turned over the pages, laughing no
or and ,hsn TO himself, and finally tossl
it back careles-ly
"Tho uncousciuu,ness of genius
whispered Aldie in my ear iust
be turned upon MS
"Who owns ,hi- booSt'
modcstly answered that / had th
great pleasure
"Grsat pleasure, hey. She calls it
pleasure, Tom! Hem. I suppose
a ought TO feel complimeutcl; but / don
u Young lady, viii you DO me one favoI
III. "What is it, sir:
"Put that stnpid Trash into the fir
"Stupid trashr cried Addie, asha
'''' matchiug up the volume.
"Ies, / wrote it. l was boy-u
by George, my publishers took it out
my desk and went mad over il, wh
they actually turned up their noses
my reprt OF tine poor laws-would )
believe it:
Aly uncle looked sylppathizinG Ad
lnd arranged ilt ice cream glasses bef
ZEN him without a word,
,,,. "Buts sir lock ai the fame you Ia
~ > wou,' | remarked
ran-1 "Heml fame 3itsa Tag Gutterihs
.os, o bush, ! wouldn't give a button for
H. Five thousaud dollars a year win X
VIC you wen clothed and WEN fed-h
ally WON'T
ms He helped hinseli 10 auice.
There was no reply The two gen
now men RESUMED their political lischsai
With waxing So warm in the defense of n
.,,,,. faYmile views that tAey were In "a
''' way 30 clear the tray between th
us, Addie causht MP the eoniemned yolg
R of poems and vanishe6 from the ro
I followed her shs hed up the 81