Miscellany.

Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume V, Issue 477, 18 February 1881, Page 3

Miscellany.

CHILD-LIKE AND BLAND

His name was Moses Sparrow. He was very green. That was the idea winch always came into Miss Page's mind when she looked ather country landlord's son. Such a rustic youth, with such fair hair, worn long, sucli big blue eyes,

such sloping shoulders, such a lamb-like expression. And being there at that farmhouse, where she had been sent to

spend the summer months, the city belle resolved that she should try her powers

of fascination upon the boy who struck her as so good a subject for a flirtation, in which all the fun was to be on her side, and all the sentiment on his. And at it she wont, beginning with a smils, a look, a word, and rejoicing to see the fish bite so readily.

She enjoyed herself very much until she grew tired of it ; and then she decided on breaking the heart she had won and enjoying the crash. So she

lured him out into the garden, and made him sit beside her on the bench under the wistarias, and said, sadly, " I'm going home next week. I shall send you wedding cards when lam married. lam

to be married to a very rich gentleman next winter." Then she waited to see

him drop at her feet, but he didn't drop. He only said:—' I want to know! Wai, I'm real glad. I kinder felt afraid I'd been goiii' too far with you. I'm a sort o' butterfly, flittin' from flower to flower, you know. And I hey flirted with you, Idu allow. I was afraid you'd go into a decline, or suthin', you seemed to pet so much on me, if you heered sudden like that me and Ann Maria was keepin , steady company. But, law! since you're going to be married there ain't no harm done. I shouldn't hey

liked you to drown yourself like t'other summer boarder did, in the mill-pond. She had my photograph in her pocket when she was fished out. ,.

Then ho smiled at Miss Page, and she arose and sailed away from him with great dignity. But Moses sat within the arbor a while longer, and laughed so loudly that his mother heard him in

the kitchen, where she was sprinkling , down clothes, and thought that the old owl in the woods was hooting louder than ever that night.— New York Ledger.