The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1896-07-14

by all to be the belle of the season. 1t is
the place of meeting this year for the
North Carolina Teachers Assembly,
and staid professors, as we'll as the
lesser lights in educational circles, fail
victims to her charms. She is the
centre Of attraction at all the musicals,
balls, pleasure excursions, etc. Her
debut has been one pleasant ay-dream,
for this year there are more than the
usual number of visitors to this popu
lar summer resor;, and no sooner does
one class Of educators depart than the
proprietor of the Atlantic Hotel re
celVes a telegram to prepare room for
the Northern editors delegation, who
will stop over here for awhile 90 their
way to the Atlanta Exposition. Guests
are on tiptoe of expectancy, and pleas
ure boats are engaged, balls and other
entertainments are planned, and even
a PACK OF fox hounds from G3ldsboro
are brought down that the visitors
may indulge in the chase. Nothing i8
left undone to welcome the distin
guiehed members Of the press.
x X x
at the ball to night @ handsome
young editor from New York stands
watching the walters as fairy like
forrQs fit over the we'll waxed floor to
the strains of sweet music.
"Who is that lady waltzing with the
tall gentleman just now under the
chanGalier9" he asks a by stander.
THE lady with the eheeny golden
hair?"
Yes, sir"
That is Miss Myrtle Bonner. Her
mother YVES a widow, and married
Mr. Ralph Merton, This is a daughter
by the first husband"
Phillip Coleton, whom we recognize
in the person OF the young editor,
clutches at MS necktie and leaves the
room for the open air.
"Heavens!' excIRims the young man
under his breath, as he PAGES up 8nd
down the promenade in restless per
tur5ation. Little Capjtolo! But I
snail win her if such q thing be pos
siole."
Mr.. and Mrs. Merton ere no lees sur
prIeed at the changes for the better in
Phillip than Myrtle, who is seen to
blush whenever he approaches.
Phillip disclaims any taste for the
bali room, but appears to manifest an
intense fondRess for moonlight sailing
with little "Capitola," as he persists
in calling Myrtle.
Gathering up the eheilg by the sea
| shore" is one of their daily occupations
and they ere never SO happy as when
thus employed.
1t is the night but enc before Phillip
is to take his departure, and both are
more or less preoccupied as they sit in
| the pavilion discussing the past.
DO you remember, Myrtle, Whist l
told you the day before you Left New
! York;"
q have q wretched memory, Phil"
But surely you remember it is not
possible that you have forgottoA! as
Thomas H. Bayley says in ono Of his
charming little poems:
You remember the time when I fret
sought your home,
| When 8 sn2lle, not q word, was the
summons to Gomez
| When you called me @ friend, till you
found with surprise
That our friendship turned out to be
love in disguise.
You remember it,-dOn'GyOu2
You will think OF it,-won'G you?
Yes, yes, Of this the remembrance
will laet,
Long after the present fades into the
past.
You remember the grief that grew
lighter when shared?
With the bliss you remember, could
aught be compared8
You remember how fond was my
earliest vows
n 1t fonder than that which I breathe
to thee now.
You remember i6,-don't you?
You will think of it,-won'G you?
Yes, yes, OF all this the remembrance
will last,
Long after the present fades into the
past"
"Yes-yes, I do remember when you
stood the boy champion between me
and the worlds adventures, and shall
never forget"
"Then allow me to claim this dear
little hand as my reward, Myrtle, when
I return from Atlanta, and transplant