The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1895-07-11
A Letter From Bashful Cornelius.

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| got father to give me q vacation and
beat retreat into :he mountain re.
gions during July to an aunt OF mine,
who liyes on a small farm with her
husband and a hired hand.
Their house is at least mile from
the nearest nelghbors, and as | am
less afraid of Aunt Jerusha than OF
any other being Of her sex, and as
there is not another frock, sun bonnet
or apron within the radius Of mile,
| promised myself month Of that
negative bliss which comes from retro
spection, solitude and the pleasure of
following the men about the harvest
field.
The other dav, as the men were
hauling in the "loaded wains" from
the fields to the barn, sat under my
favorite tree, as usual, waltiag for a
bite. Three spPckIed beauties already
lay in a basin of water at my aide, and
l was thinking what pleasant world
this would be were Their. II gins in it,
when suddenly heard burst of sill
very laughter
Looking up, there, on the opposite
side of the brook, stood two young
ladies! They were evidently city girlP.
Their morning toileA were the pcrfec
ton of simple elegance---hats, parasols,
gloves, dresses, the very cream Of
style, Both of Il, a. ,ert pretty-one
a dark, bright eyed brunette, the other
"Jane (the cook)," fair as a lily and
sweet as a rose. Their faces sparkled
with mischief, bat they made a great
effort to resume their dignity.
jumped to my feet, putting one o.
them-my feet, mean-in the basin
OF water ] had for my trout.
"Oh, it's too bad to disturb you, air, ,
said the dark eyed one, "You were
just having nibble, l do believe
But we have lost our way. We arr
boarding at the Widow Lanes, ant
came out for ramble in the woods
and got lost; and here, just as w
thought we were on the right way
home, we came to this naughty it'll,
river, or Whatever you call it, an(
can't go step farther. Is there NJ
way OF getting across it, sir"
"There is 81 bridge about quartz
of mile above here, 5ut to get to i
you will have to 60 through field il
which there is very cross bull. Thei
there is log just down here littll
ways-I'll show it to you ladies !
and tangling my beautiful line iuex
tricably in my embarrassment, threv
down my fishing rcd and led the way
| on one side OF the stream and the,
on the other.
ooh, OH" cried "Jane (the cook)
when we reached the log. "I'll b
sure 10 get dizzy and fall off"
"Nonsense" said Black + yes, brave
ly, and walked over without wincing
Ishall never, meyer darer screame
E "Jane (the cook9."
"Allow me to assist you, miss"
5 said, in my best style, going on the 10
: and reaching out my hand to stead
9 her.
She laid her little gray.gloyed han
in my palm, and put one tiny slippt
on the log, and then she stood, tn
little coquettel shrinking and laugh
y ing, and taking step and retreatini
? and l falling head over ears in low
: with her, deeper and deeper every se'
D ond.
] do believe, if Black-Eyes hadn
been there, / would have taken "Jan
:, (the cook" right up in ny arms an
carried her over. Well, Black Eye
began TO scold, and 50, at last, she vel
tured across, and then she said sh
8 was tired and thirsty, and did wis
J. she had glass of milk and SO / asRe
her TO go to the house aud rest fe
minutes and Aunt Jerusha would Civ
L her some milk. You'd better believ
: aunt opened her eyes when she sa
me marching in as bold as brass wit
two stylish young ladies, while til
, moment I met her sly look, all m
!. customary coniusion-over which
q had contrived to hold a tight rein
ran rampant and jerked at my sci
possession until lost control Of it.
e "These young ladies, Aunt Jerusha,
= | stammered, ewould like glass {
4 milk. They've got lost. and don