CHILD-LIKE AND BLAND.

Temuka Leader, Issue 356, 22 February 1881, Page 3

CHILD-LIKE AND BLAND.

His name was Moses Sparrow * He was very Green. That was the idea which always came into Miss Page’s -mind when she looked at her country landlord’s son. Such a rustic youth, with such fair hair, worn long, such 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 hoy 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 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 in enjoying the crash. So she lured him out into the garden, and made him sit beside her on the bench under the wistairas, and said sadly, “I’m going home next week. I shall send you wedding cards when I am married. I am 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 1 Wal, I’m real glad. I kinder felt afraid I’d been goin’ too far with you. I’m a sort o’ butterfly, flit tin, from flower to flower, you know. And I flirted with you* I dua allow. I rwas afraid you’d go into a decline, or catkin,’ you seemed to set so much on me, if you heered suddoa like that me .and Ann Maria was keepin’ steady company. But, law I since you’re going to be married there ain’t 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 he smiled at Miss Page, and she arose and sailed away from him with great dignity. But Moses sat within the arbour a while longer, and laughed so loudly that his mother heard bim in the kitchen, where she was sprinkling down clothes, md thought that the old owl in the woods was booting louder Ihan ever that night-—New York Ledger.