CHILDLIKE AND BLAND.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2179, 18 February 1881, Page 2

CHILDLIKE AND BLAND.

His name was Moses Sparrow. Ho was very preen. This was the idea which always came into Misa Page’s mind when she looked at her country landlady’s son. Such a rustic youth, with such fair hair, worn long ; such big bine 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 would 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 bo on her side and all the sentiment on his. And at it she went, beginning with a smile, 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. I am to bo marrio f to a very rich old gentleman next winter.” Then ehp waited to see him. drop at her feet, but be didn’t drop. He only said, 11 1 want to know I Wal, I’m real glad. I kinder felt afraid I’d been goin’ too far with you. I’m a sort o' butterfly flittin’ from flower to flower, you know. And I hev flirted with you I du allow. I was afraid you’d go off into a decline or somethin’, you socmei to sot »o much on mo, if you beerd sudden-like that mo and Ann Maria was keepin’ steady company. But, law ! sercos you’re gain’ to be married ther' aint no harm done. I shouldn't hev 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 be 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, ai d thought that the old owl in the woods was hooting louder than ever that night.—" New York Ledger.”