The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-03-06

when was young woman, " said the wife
OF well known New York lawyer, TO a New
York sun writer, 81 lived in a country town in
Pennsylvania. Like that OF many other coun-
try girls, the hight OF my ambition was to teach
district school. / passed my examination
before the rural school board, and was as
signed to a backwoods district, where
/ mad to follow the time-honored custom
sentimental girl, l think, and, after
mad been teaching few weeks in the district.
was by no means displeased to discover that
one OF the well TODD rustic SWANS OF that
nelghborhood, a good-lOoking, wholesome
young fellow, was inclined to pay attention TO
me- lie was looked upon by all the red checked
bac1woods girls as great catch and my nat
ura feminine vanity was in no manner made
less by the knowledge that all the girls were jeal
GUS or me, although the young man had as yet
given no positive indication of his prefer
ence for me. One evening he called at the
farm house where 1 was then ouArtered, and
It was not until the family had one by one re-
tired, leaving me alone with him in the big
fireplace lighted sitting room, that II broke
upon me that was actually keeping company
with beau. / can feel now the blush that
rushed to my face when l realized the situa-
tloni which, must admit was pleasing one
But how embarrassing it was And the en-
barraSsment made all the more painful
when l discovered that my company was
most RnnOyingly bashfuL He sat on one side
or the fireplace l on the other.
His eyes we're fixed on the hearthstone, and he
kept them there, while he fidgeted on his chair
and twlrled his thumbs nervously, / was nat
urally aself-possessed girl and lively talKer,
but as sat there opposite that bashful youth
was unable TO find q word to say, and sat as
awkwardly silent and nervous as he was him
self. The old clock tIcked loudly, and |
thought, impatently, IN the corner. and irs
HANDS went around toe dial for one long hour
without another sound breaking the awful 81
fence OF that room. The suspense was simply
trightful
"O or kept thinking to myself why doesn't
he say something or go hOmen
But still he sat there il the Pickering light,
hdgety and nervous, his eyes never moving
from that one spot on the hearth. Another
haf hour dragged its way around the clock.
Then suddenly the bGshful swain raised his
eyes and looked at me. There was "a animated
but Illustrated lOok on bis face.
THANK heaven thought 1. Hes going to
say something at LAST
He looked at me moment. still twIrling his
thumbs, and then stammered out:
Miss Psley-did you-ever-see-a owls
This ives an unexpected aud surprising
query, and, although 1t almost destroyed what
little compoSuFe l hRd left, it was relief. l
welcomed IT as probable breaker of the ice
20, yes, Mr.. CrHner | replied enthusiast
ucally Many and many time
My rustic beau grinned in a satisfied way
for moment and was hopeful, but suddenly
the solemn look came back to his face, and he
dropped his eyes to the hearth again and re-
sumrd his insl eclion of the fascinating spot on
the stone, twiring his thumbs and idgetiug es
before. Paralysis seized my tongue again. too,
and, as the clock licked away minute after
minute, felt that must either soon scream or
die. Another hour passed Twas on the point
CT springInE from my chair and rushing from
the room when the Oashful swan showed signs
OF another gleam OF intelligence. He raised
his eyes and looked at me as ii he had been
seized with a brilliant idea end suffered out:
Say What cussed-bg-ey they got
hain't theyY
well, that was more than human nature
could stand. l screamed with laughter at the
IudIcrOus situation, and think cried to thin6
that had been sitting all that blessed evening
with such stupid pumpkin. Anyhow, when
recovered somewhat Of my compoSure my
beau was gon9 and went to bed and cried nv
self to sleep Tue youth never hono-ei me
with another call. but learned soon afterward
that one Of the backw oods girls was Boosting
that she had cut me out, and that in speaking
of me- the rustic gallant had sad, with much
emphasis
"'Why, gosh she don't know nawthln'!'"