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Vol. L f mk|m*tot Hewpiw, to rtd tfi §tume fate wife, iwit tU §»»«»*»«&» of \ § m \\ |h m Young'sville, N, Y., Sept. 11,1868. No. 25. t t e ' oaf ftttrml, Is P u b l ish e d W e e k l y , a t ■ Y OTJNGS V I L L E , S U L L C O , N. Y. MORGANS. & CHILDS, Editors and Publishers. Terms. One Dollar a year in advance. THE S E A S ONS. B Y A CO N F IRM E D IN A A J.ID . I love the spring It seems to bring Fresh breezes from the Adriatic;—' (The wind at last, Is from the East, And gives me agonies rheumatic!) When summer’s here 1 hold it dear.— Of ■'flowery wealth a gracious giver ■ (Although I’ve got, Whene’er it's hot. Borne touches of a sluggish liver!) When autumn hints With beau toons tints That eummer'song has its cadenza, I love it well:— (Though truth to tell, I know it brings me inflenza!) 1 And winter's snow I love also— For snow a seasonable sight is; Although there are. Cough ('old. Catarrh, Biptheria, Phthisis and bronchitis. Hints to Y o u n g G e n t l e m e n . Don’t give up your seat in the cars, when, you are tired out with your day’s work to a pert young miss who has been amusing herself wnh a little \\'shopping—she won’t even thank yo i for it; and if a man is going to sacri­ fice his comfort, he has a reasonable right to expect, at least a little grati­ tude, No use being polite to some ladies—there’s an old proverb about casting pearls before— what’s their names? Don’t submit to be crowded off the pavement into a muddy gutter by two advancing balloons of silk and whale­ bone. Haven’t your newly blacked hoots as good a claim to respect as their skirts ? Look straight before you, and stand up for your rights like a man—the ladies can contract them- selves a little if they see there’s no hdlp for i t ! Don’t talk literature and the fine art to the pretty girls of your acquain­ tance until you are sure they know the difference between “Thompson’s Season’s” and “ Thompson’s Arithme­ tic.” And if they look particularly sentimental, then you may know they don’t understand what you are talking about. Don’t say complimentary things to a young lady at a party without first making sure that her intended is not standing behind you the whole time. Don’t stay later th a n ten o ’clock when you spend the evening w i t h a pretty friend — the wisest and wittiest m a n in Christendom becomes a bore after th a t hour. Don’t believe any woman to be an angel. If you feel any symptorrs of that disease, take a dose of sage tea and go to bed—it is as much a malady as the small-pox, and it is your busi­ ness to get over it as quickly as possi­ ble. An angel, indeed! If you don’t find out pretty soon that she lacks considerably more than the wings, we are mistaken ! And) above all, don’t think that you must keep your lady talk and gentle­ man talk in separate budgets, labelled and sorted, unless you waut the girls to laugh in their sleeves at your wishy washy sentimentalisms. Talk to them in a frank manly style, as you would to a gentleman. Don’t suppose, because they are women, they don’t know anything. Remember all this advice, sir, and you may make rather less of a fool of yourself than you would otherwise. LIT MORRIS’ FLIRTATION - ■— — ■» w ------------- »sh Billings says that “ when a s dog deserts him on account of poverty, he can’t go any lower i in this world—not by laud.” Daaiel Otis, called Dan “ for short,” was a bashful man, a ridiculously bashful man; one who did not know what to do with his hands; who had the most unaccountable way of stumb­ ling— unaccountable unless he carried lead in > the heels of his great over­ grown boots—who “gawped” at the girls wun his mouth open, if one of them chanced to speak to him; who answered “yes, sir,” and “no, sir” to every female who asked him a ques­ tion, and bluished to the very topmost tuft of his hair, if one of them looked at him. Taken as a whole, Dan Otis was^ about as good a piece of awkwardness as ever existed. Lu Morris was as full of mischief and fun as a pet kitten She came down to thei old farm house from the city to make us a three month’s visit. Our fathers had been friends before us. At first we were a little shy of the delicate looking city girl, with her full flowing muslins, made up in the most stylish mariner; but the feeling soon left, when we saw her1 eager delight in everything around the old farm. There was Nell, my elder sister, my brother Harry Sherman and myself—that comprised the young folks of the household; next neighbor lived Dan Otis. It was June, with her slumbrous sweetness, her fragrant roses, lazily droning bees, and lingering, delicious twilights when Lu came. Dan called in just at the witching hour for the first time since her arrival. “ What a fellow,” ejaculated Lu, after he left, and she dropped her lower jaw, leaving the irorfiuutive cupid’s bow-of-a-moutlT half open, made the dancing blue eyes look like a . couple of infant saucers, dropped the round plump arms down iu a dangling, lifeless way, and shuffled towards us, her little number two gaiters sounding as though she were shoving ten pound smoothing-irons. “Oh my !” says Nell, swaying back and forth, a hand on either side. “You wicked wretch,” gasped I, between spasms. “Yes, sir;” assented Lu, with such a completely bewildered look, that we all had a sudden relapse. “You do look terribly like him, but you had not ought to make fun of him, he is so good.’’ “And so funny,” drawled Lu in reply. “Bat I like him, you do not believe it, but I do though. M y ! he has got handsome hair, and suck a forehead and eyes if he does say, ‘Yes sir,’ and ‘no, sir,’ to the girls.” Presently she commenced laughing, a low, meflow laugh that was so irresistibly contagious that we laughed in concert, jor no earthly reasou save that she lauighed. “ W hat aire yon laughing at now ?” questioned 1. “I^was just thinking about turning missionary and converting the hea­ then.” “ L u M orris!” cried I, with flaming cheeks, ready to do battle for the ab­ sent, .“you shall not flirt with Dan, he is too good to be mis-used.” “Oh,” puckering up her mouth as though preparing to whistle, “ the wind w« short; “ You, dear dissembler, I won’t harm your Adonis, I ’ll only learn him to shut his mouth, so,” and she puck­ ered up her red lips, “and I ’ll find out a use for his hands. I will not hurt him, Lena, indeed L’li not,” with a comical earnestness that was mirth- provoking, so in very self defence I held in y peace. The nexit evening Dan called again for notwithstanding his excessive bash­ fulness he was fond of the society of females. Lu fluttered into the room a minute after he had taken his seat, and she quite bewildered Him with the radiant smile which accompanied her “good evening, Mr. Otis.” She brought in some fieecy-looking zephyr work, of scarlet andi white, and her hands flut­ blows from that quarter of the heavens, does it ?” My protestations were cut tered in and out the fleecy folds, look­ ing' like snow birds glancing hither and thither; presently there was an awkward knot in the thread, and the little finger grew impatient over it.' “Harry, I wish you would help me to pick this knot out. Oh, you are busy !” glancing up a t Nell and Harry playing chess, as though she had just discovered the fact. “Shall I try ?” stammered Dan, fidgeting uneasily in his chair “Oh, I should be so glad to have you,” said Lu, with a grateful look,’ as she made room for him on the sofa beside her. After one or two awkward stumbles he landed safely beside her. I felt terribly angry at her as I looked at both heads so close together over the work, his brown locks mingling with her floating curls—the dainty white hand and the larger brown one coming in contact amid the fleecy meshes. I watched her until she looked up, fully expecting to see a hidden smile dimpling theysorners of her mouth, but instead she looked so perfectly innocent, that I was more than ever angry at her. After the knot was untied there was a book of engraviu-g to be looked over and ad­ mired; thus by one little art and an­ other she kept him constantly amused until he completely forgot himself, and for the first tune since my acquain­ tance with him he became easy and natural, taking an active part in the conversation, showing a good sense and a refined taste, for which I had not before^ given hfm credit; yet sue neither monopolized him, nor gave herseif wholly to him, but by degrees we were drawn into the charmed circle until t!ie-*’‘k?£'avcrsa;ion aud pleasure became general. This was the beginning. He was at her side cpnstantly. He obeyed her most trifling wish, as though it was the command of an empress—as did all of us. She petted him one instant and mimicked an awkward action the next. She said “Yes, sir,” and “No, sir,” after him in such an irresistibly ludicrous way that he and all of the rest laughed. . That he improved under her tutelage I could not deny, yet it fretted and annoyed me beyond measure that she should lead him on and on, only to jilt him at last. I attempted to ex­ postulate more than once. “ You should not mimic him,” I said on one occason. “Now, Lena, be is my especial property, and I won’t have a single dissenter meddling with my reforma­ tion.” And that was the way our combats ended every time. She would say something more out­ rageous than ever before, smother me with a shower of caresses, stop my mouth with her little white hand, and dance away to bewitch poor Dan worse than ever. The brilliant summer had fled.— Autumn, with her golden glory, crowned the forest trees. L u ’s three months had lengthened into four. We were all going to the “great woods,” as it was called, to gather the wild grapes which hung in fr'ost-sweetenod clusters among the dark, green leaves. Dan had been hanging around her all day like a veritable second self and once when I came upon him unaware, I saw his face bending low over hers, with the expression upon it that a man never wears except when he speaks to the one woman of the deepest and holiest emotion of his heart. I caught nothing of her answer, liovvever, and all day she was more tantalizing, more vexatious than ever, mimicking and snubbing por Dan ev­ ery ten minutes. I was terribly angry with her, and avoided her whenever she tried to speak to me. “The mean flirt,” said I to Nell, looking angrily to where she was poised x n a fallen log, with Dan stand­ ing before her. H alf an hour later we were busily engaged in gathering the grapes, un­ mindful of flirts and flirtations, scream­ ing with mock terror as the purple clusters pelted us on the head, laugh­ ing gaily as we tumbled over one an­ other in our eagerness to gather them from the ground. At last our baskets were filled, and Harry and Dan came down from the trees. “ Where’s Lu?” was Dan’s first in­ quiry. “ She was here a minute ago,” re­ plied I. “I don’t remember seeing her for some time,” said,Nell. ‘■‘Hiding, so as to scare U3 half to death, I suppose,” said I, crossly. Dan started off into the denser wood making its depths resound with the name of Lu, until from the distance it came back to us like tender music. Then it ceased altogether. “It’s just some of her 'fooling, and he has no need of running his legs off for the sake of being laughed at,” said Nell, contemptuously. “No, indeed; and I shall not wait for them!” responded I , gathering up my basket, and starting. “I do not know but that I had bet­ ter go back, too. It may be that there is something the matter.” “I would not be a goose, Harry Sherman,” said I, tartly, starting reso­ lutely homeward. Harry half unwillingly joined us. We had not proceeded over a dozen steps when we heard Dan calling to us in such a tone as at once alarmed us. We found him supporting L u in his arms, the beautiful face white as death, the disheveled hair hanging like a golden vail over the supporting arm, a fragment of a bird’s nest clutched in one hand, while the other hung limp beside hef. The slender bones were broken just above the white, round w rist, < Dan seemed utterly forgetful of us, of everything save her, calling her fond, worshipping names which made my heart ache. “Such a worshipful love to be be­ stowed upon one who does not prize it,” thought I Presently she mur­ mured farutly, then opened her eyes. “ My poor darling !” murmured Dan tenderly. Her lips wreathed themselves into a happy j-mile for an instant, and then she said faintly, ‘Take me home, Dan, I believe I have broken my arm, try­ ing to look at the dear little birds,” and she smiled wearily as she loosed the fragments of the nest from her grasp. “I am afraid I spoiled their ho mg.” He lifted her in his stfong arms as though she were a little child-, and strode on before us to the house. Even then I could not forgive her for cling­ ing around his neck with the well arm in such a way. She showed her heroism when the arm was set, not a moan or sigh es­ caped her lips, only the deathly pallor ‘and the fierceness with which she clutched Dan’s hand told her suffer­ ing. After it was all over, and she lay there quietly resting, she said to me, “Lena, what makes you so cross?” “ I did not know that I was so very cross,” flushing guiltily, for when the subject was brought up in this way it was hard to confess my feelings “If I did not know better, I should think you were jealous because I like Dan,” said she slowly, “It is because you are just making a fool of him, for nothing only because he happens to be bashful and awk­ ward,” blnrted out I, impetuously.— The old silvery laugh rang through the room, so merry, so contagious, that I smiled notwithstanding my anger. Dan coming in through the open door, caugnt the infection and laughed in concert, until I grew vexed again. “I do not believe you have one par­ ticle of real feeling,” began I, at which she laughed more'gleefully than ever “ So you thought I was going to jilt him, did you?” Dan looked at me, and I was more than ever vexed, to think that she should tell it before him him “Oh, Lena,” as soon as she could get breath, “ I promised Dan this morn­ ing that I would marry him next Christmas, and if I do laugh at him, I wouldn’t let any one else,” running her hand fondly through his luxuriant hair, for he had knelt beside the lounge where she lay while she was speaking. “That accounts for the scene I wit­ nessed this morning,” said I, thinking aloud. “And this accounts for Miss Lena’s long continued coolness to poor-^ipno- cent me,” with another mer.ry$peal of laughter. ft S p l e n d o r o f Turkish T o ilets. Her Higbuess the Lady Paramount wore a pink satin robe, trimmed with black lace and silver thread ribbon, with full trowsers of same material. Around her head was 'a white gauze handkerchief, embroidered with gold. On her forehead she wore a tiara of large pansier in diamonds; round her neck was a cost’y necklace of the same flowers, with emerald leaves, and large pear-shaped pearl drops, as big as pigeons’ eggs, were suspended from the ceutre. Her arms were ornamented with two massive gold bracelets, on one of which, contrary to the express command of Mohammed, their prophet, was the portrait of the Yiceroy, Ismael Pasha, dressed iu his rich Turkish uni­ form, with fez set in brilliants. Her armlets were of large pear-sbaped opals, which hung suspended like drops, between which was set a large diamond. On her .little finger on the right hapd, ^ she wore a magnificent sapphire ring about the size of a walnut, and on the same finger of the left was a rose pink diamond ring. Her waist was encircled with a gold band fastened with dia­ mond clasps, into which was tucked her gold watch, encrusted with bril- hauts, the Albert chain of which, an iuch broad, was composed of diamonds and emeralds. The watch was fastened to the side of the gold band by a gold watch-hook, attached to which was a very small silk bag, studdied with brilliants, containing the keys of her cash box and jewel cases, with which she never parted by night or day.. Her feet were encased in pink stockings and high-heeled embroidered white satin shoes. In her left hand she carried a. richly gold-embroidered muslia hand­ kerchief, and iu her right hand she held a pink satin purse, more like a bag than any thing else, richly em­ broidered with pearls, containing small gold Egyptian coius for taksheesh. S p a n i s h W o m e n . A lady writes: “I cannot say I ad­ mire the mauuers of the Spaniards wkorh we meet in traveling. The la­ dies use their kuives in preference to forks and their fingers iu preference to knives, snuffling and picking their teeth, while they lean with both elbows on the table, and turn arouud occasionally to spit ou the floor. We have a Mar­ quis and his wife\ and daughter opposite us at the table, who certaiuly make us stare sometimes. The ladies come down to breakfast, with their faces un­ washed and their, hair just as they have slept in it, in dirty dressing-gowus, and witn greasy silk handkerchiefs round their necks, on which may be seen tnauy an aucient tidemark, But in the afternoon they come out in gor­ geous costumes, wash the front of their races, aud have their hair done by a hair dresser in marvelous horns and rol ls- T h e F arm e r . —A beautiful thought this, which we find in one of our ex­ changes: “If there is a man' who can eat his' bread in piece with God and man, it is the man who has brought that bread out of the earth. It is cankered by no fraud, it is wet by no tears, it is stained by uo blood.” File yonr newspapers for fnture ref­ erence, You will never regret it.

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