The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1903-08-01
For 1.-THE UNION"
A TIN-PAIL ROMANCE.
BY CLAUDIA PRICE HurcHrNs.

BY CLAUDIA PRICE HUTcHINs.
A smiling June sky, with scarcely &
cloud to dim the brightness of early
summer; awhile dusty roadbed the
graceful form of girl, moving with
the swiftness of fawn in the grass,
grown path by the roadside, careless.
ly swinging a tin pail in one hand,
when suddenly merry voice from
the cherry tree above cries:
Where are you going, my pretty
maiden?"
ITO milking, SIR" she saucily re-
plies.
"May l carry your pail 7"
mo, thank you; Harry will carry
my pail" she said, and passed on
lightly.
As the girl moves down the hill
out of sight the owner of the voice
swings quickly to the ground from
out the cherry tree. He was hand
some man of about thirty years, who
evidently belongs to the great out
side world of men and women, and is
not native of this rustic farming
community.
A slight frown passes over his face
as he lands on terra firma.
"Who would have thought little
country maid would have proven so
difficult" he mutters as he stalks
rapidly over the brow of the hill in
the direction of the village black
smith shop.
He enters the shop amid crowd
OF otad.anr farmers Tt who IL hay haying flushed
around the village store and shop to
hear the news and gossip little, as
men will when at leisure. One of the
number called out:
"Mornin', Mr.. Richards; how do
you feel in our country air? ?"
Better, thank you, Mr.. Evans !;
only dull nothing to do but eat and
sleep and get strong is novelty to
me. In the city 1 never had any
leisure, and used to long for free
moment. Now I am compelled to
take rest and 1 don't know how to
enjoy it,
"Why don't you 60 and talk to Our
country gals?" inquired Mr.. Evans.
"I don't know them," replied Mr..
Richards. "Can you tell me who the
girl is that went in the store just
ahead of me, wearing pink sunbon-
metz"
Zone of George Martyrs gals he
has seven. She is the youngest and
the purtiest, but softy like; head
full of books and sich nonsense. Old
Martyr wants his wimin folks to feed
the pigs and milk the cows, but this
gal has been to boarding school and
says feeding pigs and milking COWS
'tain't wimin's work when there are
men around the place to do it, so the
other gals does it for her, and she
reads and thumps on the organ, and
her pa storms at her for a lazy, no
account piece"
"Mr. Richards, am going over tc
Mr.. Martyn's this evening, will yor
join me-" courteously asks Frank
Shaw.
"Thank you, will go with pleas
ure," responds Harry Richards.
The crowd left the shop in search
of dinner. Young Richards wend'
his way back to his boarding house
engrossed with the thought of th'
furious Irritation he would enjoy tina
evening with the little country girl.
Eight o'clock that same evening
finds Messrs. Richards and Shaw
seated on the vine-clad porch at far
mer Martyrs, waiting for the girls t
Join them. Presently patter o
footsteps on the the stairway an
nounces the coming of the fair Tin
known to Mr.. Richards listening
ears. He draws back in the SHADOW
as she steps out on the porch, follow
ed by two of her sisters. He gets
good look at Lotta's sweet face.
Mr.. Shaw greets them and the
turns and presents them to Harry
Lotta has not forgotten her encounte
in the morning and greets Mr.. Rich
ards low bow with slight coolnes
and Immediately enters into an an
, mated discussion with Frank on hi
college course, leaving him to he
sisters, who are simply plain countr
.. girls, with very little in common wit
the cultured city gentleman, and "
under their fathers tuition they ia
learned that the one duty expected
]. his "wimin" folks was to wait G
and amuse him. So they were 500
doing their little best to entertai
+, their caller, by prattling to him
4 their pet chickens, pigs, lambs ar
calves and their amusing tricks; al:
the simple social pleasures of Il
country.
He listened to them far more a
tentively than the average man fro
the city would, because he four
them brand new types of womanhoo
sweet and wholesome as nut, eve
. if there was no great depth no fal
pretenses, such as he often met
y tha GREAT social world in which