Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1906-01-06
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DELIA'S CITY LOVE
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BY HELENA DIXON.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS y ~ y

crate him again." said pretty Della
Gould, as she busted the chairs in the
coy sitting room of Ter home-a quiet
farmhouse nestled among green hills
and sloplng clover fields
George is worth dozen such brain
less fellows as guy Hart. wish you
could see him with my eyes or else
get your own open" replied. Mrs.
! Gould mildly bus seriously.
There goes George now" said Della
as manly form passed along the road.
HE doesn't look this way. He knows
it's Of no use. I gave him back his
ring last Sunday"
"And pretty simpletOn you were
to do it," said Dela's father, who
came in just in time to hear her clos
ing sentence. There's more sense in
Georges little finger than in Harris
whole body, brains and ALL"
George knows enough, father; but
see how awkward and clumsy he is.
He dresses and acts like a clown. Mr..
Hart is a gentleman, and acts like
one"
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a judge" said the farmer, brusquely.
"God made George Riley. He made
him man. The tailor made Hart
made him a gentleman according to
your ideas; but the man is worth more
than the gentleman, according to
danny entered the room, anu the con-
versation was suspended. Guy Hart
was an Apollo in form and feature
and exquisite beyond compare In dress
and conversation. He picked up a
hat, and placing it jauntily on Della's
head babe her come and see the nest
of young robins he had just discov-
cred near the spring. Della went out
with him, taking her knitting with
her, mindful of a sheltered seat near
the great vine near the spring where
she would be invited to sit-wltere she
had sat many times with Guy Hart
during the last fortnight, her heart
growing colder toward the old love
and warmer toward the new each day.
Guy Hart came from the city. With
little money to spend, and yet deter
mined not to pass the summer in the
city, he came to Elmyile, where, see
ing and admiring Della Gould, he ap-
piled at the farmhouse and was re,
ceived as a boardcr.
He hunted for squirrels and rabbits
in the wOods-iShed for trout in the
cool spring brook, and flirted with the
farmers pretty daughter till she could
think and dream Of no one else.
Guy was an excellent reader; George
seldom read aloud. Suy could sing
like a professor; George never sang.
Guy could talk like a lawyer; George
used words sparingly. Guy was hand
some; George was plain. So Della
broke her engagement with George,
and was almost engaged to Guy.
"Can you milk the cows tonight.
Della? 1t looks like rain. and we want
to get the hay under cover" said Mr..
Gould, as he paused a moment after
quenching his thirst from the bucket
that came up sparkling from the well.
"0f course l can, father, and Guy
will head old Molly if she gets in one
of her tantrums."
At shutdown Della, accompanied by
Guy bearing couple of pals, entered
the green lane into which the cows
had been driver.
The unruly cow was the last to be
MIXED. Della was we'll acquainted
with her tricks, but with Guy for n
helper she did not feel afraid. She
stationed him, rather against his in
clination, directly in front of the old
COW to awe her into being well be-
haved. Della took her place timidly,
and got nearly through without any
threatening demonstrations. Then Guy
detected an ugly twinkle in the brute's
eyes, and Involuntary retreated n
pace or two. Then the horns began
| to describe n circle in the air the foot
was lifted and brought down again.
| Della picked up the battered pail and
looked around for Guy. She heard a
groan, and. looking in the direction
whence it proceeded she saw him
stretched on his back across a dis.
carded hog trough over the fence.
plague such an animal as that.
do believe my back Is ruined forever. u
"She didn't hook you, did she, Guy
She hasn't moved out of her tracks.
mo; l was too quick for her and
got out of her way, but she is the
cause of my breaking my back over
this trough, confound her"
as your back really broken? Get
up and try it," said Della, in a tone
of vexatiOn.
"Oh. mercy! She is coming at mt
again! This fence will be as nothing
before her! Run for your lifev'
And with this the gallant fellow
picked himself up, pressed his hant
against his injured back, and was of
like streak of lightning.
The next morning Della met George
Riley at neighbours. He accosted he
pleasantly, as though the ring lie hat
given her and which she had worI
so long was not pressing like iroI
against his heart
what an expert at jumping Mr.
Hart is. He could Guido Sam Patel
and not half try"
How do you know that?" askeC
Della, rather tartly.
II saw him practising last night
replied George, coolly
Did you?" wonderlngly.
Yes; you must have seen him, too
you were with him. How he did g