HSW-YGBHI 
MOORE’S RURAL NEW-YORKER, 
THE LAEGIST-CIBCrLATIKQ 
Agricultural, Literary and Family Newspaper, 
IB PUBLISHED ETRET SATURDAY 
BY D. D. T. MOORE, ROCHESTER, N. Y. 
" You Lave never lived with her and she will not 
care; you shall go to Europe with us; and who 
knows but the beautiful La Verse heiress may 
marry a lord?” 
She made no reply, but glancing up I saw by 
the quivering of the slight form that she was 
weeping, and when 1 went to her she clasped 
both my hands frith her slender lingers and 
bowing her head upon them gobbed out the grief 
that could find no word*. 1 drew her to the 
sofa beside me, and tried to fathom the cause 
of her sorrow. It was a long time before I could 
get an answer to ray inquiries, but after a while 
she became quiet, and I learned that it was the 
dread of my departure and the thought of the 
loneliness she should feel that bad caused her 
weeping. Then, letting go iny hands suddenly 
and sitting erect, she said:—"I have deceived 
you, Mart; lam deceiving everybody; I’m not 
an heiress, I’m as poor as the most wretched 
beggar in the city.” 
"Why, Estelle, ” I exclaimed, "are you in¬ 
sane?” 
"It’s the truth, Mart. I know it is so, 
though they don’t want me to know it, and be¬ 
sides, I’m engaged and can’t go anywhere, or 
do anything, except as some one else chooses.” 
She was tearless now, aDd made the astonish¬ 
ing announcement in the quiet tone of one who 
utters an accepted fact. I looked at her in 
speechless wonder, thinking, in a bewildered 
way, " What can the child mean ?” 
After a pause, however, she explained thus:— 
" You know we lived *in Charleston. Papa was 
very rich, i suppose; sometimes, though, It Is 
a mystery to me what became of his wealth. 
Mamma died when I was very young, and he 
never married again. 1 know he loved me as no 
one else ever will. I bad never a wish that he 
did not gratify at any cost, and I had the best of 
teachers at home, because he would not send me 
away from him.” 
Here she paused, busy with early recollections 
I was sure, but I sought vainly in her eyes for 
any sign of their nature, whether sad or pleasant. 
“ Did you ever hear of Mortimer Kingsly ?” 
she suddenly inquired. 
I caught my breath in quick surprise, then an¬ 
swered quietly, “ Certainly, every one has heard 
of Mortimer Kingslt, the author.” 
" Did you ever 6ce him!” 
“Once, a good while ago; but why do you 
ask.” 
“Only because he is the man 1 am to marry.” 
"Estelle La Verne I” 
"Yes, Mamie, it is the truth. I suppose 1 
ought not to tell—he didn’t want me to—but 
you won’t tell any one else, will you, please?” 
“No, Stella, I will keep your secret, but it 
is 60 strange. You are but fifteen and he—” 
"Is thirty.” 
" But how did this singular engagement come 
about ? Where did yon meet him ?” 
“1 will tell you all 1 know, Mamie, Papa 
died with the consumption. I suppose he had 
it a long time, but I only knew of it a year be¬ 
fore his death. He had a severe illness then, and 
Mr. Ki nobly came and staid a week at our 
house, He may have been there before. I never 
paid any attention to papa’s visitors when he 
was well, but 1 thought it strange Mr. Kingsly 
should come and stay so long when papa was 
sick, and I wondered whether he sent for him, 
yet I never inquired. After be went away, 
papa asked me how I liked him, and I answered, 
"very well;” which was all I could say, for he 
had rarely spoken to me. /ifter this I did not 
think of him autil a year later, wlicu he came, 
again. They told me papa could not live, and I 
was too completely wretched and grief-stricken 
to wouder ut anything, until one morning he 
called me to him and asked me if I had ever 
thongnt what would become of me after he was 
dead. I told film I had not, and he asked me if 
I would do as ho wished me, eveu in something 
that would affect my whole life. I answered 
that I would, and then he asked me if 1 wonld 
like to live with my Aunt Lawton. I said,' No, 
papa, but if you wish me to, I wilL’ He then 
said, ‘Would you marry Mr. Kingslt, if I 
wished you to, Estelle?” I replied that I 
would do anything he thought best, and drawing 
me to him and kissing me many times, he said, 
* Will you promise me this, my darling?’ I said 
‘ yes,’ and then calling a servant he sent for Mr. 
Kingslt, and when he came iu told him that he 
had talked with me and I had promised all he 
wished. Mr. Kingsly did not reply, and papa 
said, ‘ Y on are fourteen now, Estelle ; will you 
marry Mr. Kingslt when you are eighteen, if 
fie wishes ?’ ” 
" I had my face buried in the pillows, and did 
uot look at Mr. Kingslt, but answered ‘yes,’ 
as before, and then he came, and smoothing my 
hair softly with his hand, said, * God helping me 
1 will try to make you a good husband when that 
lime comes, Stella,’ and papa answered, ‘ And 
may God deal with you as you do with my 
orphaned child, Mortimer.’ Alter this, Mamie, 
I hardly remember anything, until after papa 
died. I cried day and night, and they tell me I 
was half iusanc when they buried him away from 
my sight forever.” 
“Then Mr Kingslt went away and Aunt 
Lawton took me home with her. I had been 
there about six months when Mr. Kingslt came 
back, and then he talked with me a good while 
and said that he wished me to finish my educa¬ 
tion at the North, and that he would not trouble 
me with any correspondence, hut wished our 
engagement kept a secret until the time for its 
fulfillment arrived. And so he brought me here, 
and of my life since you know as much as I. 1 
write to my aunt sometimes, and occasionally 
I get a letter from her. Sheris my nominal 
guardian, but I know whatever she does is by 
Mr. Kingslt’ s order, and I have lately become 
convinced that it is he who defrays Ibe cost of 
my education.” 
“But why? — your father was considered 
wealthy.” 
“Yes. It is all so strange I do not know 
0, LONG SUMMER DAYS 
what to think. I cannot tell why I think as I 
do, but I feel my dependence most deeply.” 
ET A. A. HOPKINS 
CHAPTER IT. 
Mortimer Kingslt had been my ideal hero 
for years I had seen him but once. Some one 
had pointed him ont to my father, saving, 
"That is Kingslt, the promising young author,” 
and looking in the direction indicated I had sees 
a tall, grey-eyed, rather plain looking young man, 
who but for hU broad intellectual forehead and 
earnest, thoughtful countenance, I should have 
called very common looking, in my girlish phra¬ 
seology. It was at a crowded railway station, 
and 1 caught but ft momentary glimpse of biro, 
but it was sufficient to endow whatever he wrote 
with a deeper interest for me. And indeed no 
other author had ever written anything that 
could call back an echo from my soul-depths as 
did some word* of bis. I remembered that be had 
once written, " To insure wedded happiness 
there mu-t be a perfect congeniality, if not simi¬ 
larity, of the intellectual faculties hi those united 
for lire; ” and recollecting this, the fact of his 
singular engagement with Estklt.e La Verne 
was all the more unaecoilntable. Love her I felt 
sure he could not; there was nothing in her story 
to warrmt such a belief, and be evidently still 
looked upon her as a child. 
I might have believed her father’s wealth the 
attraction, had she not been so firm in her con¬ 
viction that she was penniless,— but knowing 
her as I did I was obliged to give half credence 
to her belief. Her quick, intuitive mind would 
arrive at conclusions Instantaneously which my 
slower reasoning process could only deduce by 
the most careful analysis of facts, and she was 
very seldom wrong. 
The more I pondered upon it the more mys¬ 
tified I grew, so I had but to wait the course of 
events. 1 do not think the fact that she was 
bound by an engagement was a source of grief 
to Estelle in those days; she was too young 
and unacquainted with life to realize it* significa¬ 
tion fully. To her, love was but a dream of the poet 
or romimcer-r something she certainly should 
never feel, and I th iuk had she not been haunted 
by the fear that she w as dependent upon some 
one, she would have been usually cheerful and 
content. Usually I say, hut there must have 
been times under any circumstances when she 
with these Intensely passional 
O, long summer days 1 ye are waning apace, 
And golden-hued autumn creeps dreamily on: 
The summer ray* linger to kies the sad face 
Of each tittle flowret, so faded and wan: 
The harvest moon climbs where the autumn stars 
shine, 
To mellow the crimson flueh nature now wears. 
And summer's fair fingers with autumn’s entwine 
As with it her lingering glory she shares. 
0, long summer days! to be conning thee o’er 
In the midnight of winter, fef sweeter will he 
Than gathering gems from the richest of lore, 
Or chasing the hours in the wildest of glee. 
Ye haant me with visions of happiness, bright 
As glimmer of stars thro* the frost-laden air; 
And o’er me comes floating the soft, mellow light 
That wrapt ye about in a glory most fair! 
O, glad summer days ! will the warmth that ye bro’t 
To my heart and my life by the winter he chilled ? 
Thejfragrancc with which all thy breezes was fraught 
Be lost, and thy murmuring raptures be stilled ? 
Ah, me? will the winter of lir« ever tell 
Wbst sweetness it saw in the blossoming spring? 
Will memory breathe of the flalry-likc spell 
The summer dHy* brought, in the songs It may sing ? 
0, bright summei days! in the sunlight and gold 
Ye linger, a picture most charmingly set; 
The wine-tints of autumn their richness unfold. 
But memory paints thee with rarer tint9 yet i 
Thy June may float hack on the waves of the past 
To blond with the Jnnes that are nearly forgot, 
But brighten my heart all its beauties will laBt, 
And bloom as they bloomed when the winter was 
not 1 
O, long Bummer days! yc will come not again; 
The roses ye brought me are withered and dead; 
The blossoms have faded from heather and glen, 
And summer’.- rich blood is in crimBon leaves shed! 
Though other days come with a glory like thine, 
They never can bring the same gladness to cheer; 
The stars of the snuum-r-nights ever may shine, 
But never again will thy brightness appear. 
Ah, cricket I sing low in thy snug little nest I 
Sing low of the long summer days that are flown! 
The last summer’s sun has gone down iD the west. 
And o'er them its lingering glory has thrown I 
And memory’s song with the-cricket’s will blend— 
A song of the days that were life’s pleasant dream— 
The Bweet song of memory never will end 
’Till the long summer days of eternity beam 1 
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Hans kindly furnished U3 his own account of 
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tint pig feet. I dakes lager peer mit mine 
goffee, unt goes to schurch cept it pe Soontay, 
ven I stays to home iu a peer garten. I never 
swears, by tam, ant I always did. I goes out 
walkin’ every afternoon pefore preakfast mit a 
horse nut pnggy, and am sick aped all de while 
mit good health. I pese a ereat bollydishun. 
At de last vortli oi July 1 voted six dimes forder 
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I rants every poddy to gomb to the vuneral. 
No cards.” 
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was not happy,—with these Intensely passional 
natures there must be periods of nameless un¬ 
rest, times when the soul is oppressed by sume 
undefined and never-to-be satisfied yearning,— 
"mood*" occasioned by the undue activity of 
one or more of those faculties pbrenologlcally 
termed affective, and which less impulsive peo¬ 
ple can find little excuse lor. 1 did not under¬ 
stand Estelle's nature then os I do now, but 
she was, nevertheless, an interesting study for 
me. Sometimes selfish, often unreasonubie, she 
was yet always fresh, piquant and charming. 
Darling Estelle! —how 1 love to linger over 
those clays, and to think of you In your youthful 
beauty; but ah, how swiftly time nears us 
onward! 
I do not easily form intimate friendships —did 
not even in my school-girl days —so when my 
brother came to take me away there were tew to 
mourn very deeply, though many to utter kind 
wishes and a pleasant "good-bye,” As for 
Estelle, though -he had made 6eores of friends, 
she could not give me up, but clung tome during 
the last days of my slay like a little child to its 
mother. 1, too, was sorrowful as I thought of 
leaving her, yet eager in my anxiety to meet my 
dearly loved brother. 
I had not seen Charles in a long time, and 
was hardly prepared to meet the handsome, 
intellectual looking gentleman who greeted me 
as “Sister Mamie.’’ If 1 had thought, him 
noble before, 1 deemed him perfection now, 
and iny heart fonnd perfect rest in trusting 
him. 1 have seen but few meu who were as 
handsome as my brother, and I ouly rejoiced 
that nature had bestowed upon film so lav¬ 
ishly those gilts she had denied to me. Tall 
aud'finely formed, almost perfect iu form and 
feature, with beautiful chestnut hair and dark 
browi) eyes, I have wondered sometimes if he 
were not half ashamed of his- plain, quiet, unat¬ 
tractive sister. But he never, by word or look, 
gave sign that he hud sneh a thought—never, 
during those four years of European travel, was 
other than the kind, gentle, attentive brother 1 
found iu the first day of our reunion. 
Our party consisted, besides ourselves, of Mr. 
and Mrs. Lindsey and two daughters. Minnie, 
the eldest, was nearly my own age, tall and slen¬ 
der, blue-eyed and golden-haired—lovely as a 
poet’s dream, and aw good and pure by nature 
as she looked. Hattie, a merry, saucy beauty 
ol' sixteen, was petite, browned-haired and rosy- 
cheeked. All were kind, intelligent aud agree- 
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Base Ingratitude.— An editor who occupied 
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absented himself from town for a night The 
house being crowded with guest*, the obliging 
landlord put a stranger in the editor’s bed. 
This kindness the ungrateful fellow requited 
by scrawllrg upon a piece of paper, which he 
left on the table, the following rhymes: 
“ I slept in an editor’s bed last night, 
ADd others may say what they please; 
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BY HARRIET HOLMES. 
“ CHAPTER J. 
My acquaintance with Ebtelle La Verne 
commenced at the fashionable school where we 
both finished our education. She came there a 
year before I left, when she was fifteen and 1 
nearly twenty. But she was a mere child and I 
older tlian my years; so 1 took the lonely, beau¬ 
tiful, spoiled creature under my especial care, 
and was by turns ruled, petted aud obeyed by her 
during the remainder of my stay, I always 
wondered why she eared for me, we were so un¬ 
like in everything; hut I think she did love me 
dearly; and I, never weary of her varying moods, 
learned to regard her with almost the same in¬ 
terest and affection I should have felt for a 
younger sister, had heaven granted me such a 
blessing. 
When I first saw Estelle I thought her the 
most beautiful girl I had ever met; and in¬ 
deed hers was the most perfect type of brunette 
beauty I have ever found. But it was not till 
years afterward that she attained that full devel¬ 
opment of form and feature which made her so 
completely magnificent in her dark loveliness. 
Slight and childlike of form she was then, with 
the tiniest witching hands and feet, that seemed 
never weary and never at rest. For the rest, I 
know that her forehead was ol medium height, 
with delicately arched and clearly defined eye¬ 
brows, and that it was usually half hidden by 
short, jetty, clustering curls. I am sure that 
every feature was perfect iu itself, but it is only 
her eyes and her month that I remember when 
1 think of her. The month was always the 
same—«weet and childlike—in its repose, but 
capable of wonderful expression; pity, scorn, 
defiance or determination only here gave sign, 
for her eyes were fathomless. Large, full, black, 
as midnight they were, but their depths I could 
never reach. 1 know they changed in after 
years—that they were, never the same as when I 
first knew her,—hat their language I never 
knew. I remember how I tried to read them 
once, when she told me the story of her young 
life. I had known her about three months—had 
learned that she was a native of the. South, that 
she was, like myself, an orphan, and under 
guardianship of her father’s sister. More than 
this she had not chosen to tell me, aud I had 
forborne to question her. 
But one day there came a letter from my 
brother, who was just completing his collegiate 
course, bidding me prepare to accompany him 
to Europe when he should leave college. 
Charles w as my only living relative, the one 
object in whom all my hopes were centered. I 
had no higher pleasure than to obey his wishes, 
hut I shrank from parting with Estelle. Slow 
to form attachments, but firm in my friendship; 
loving her with an affection that only one who 
has no home ties can feel for another, of no kin¬ 
dred blood, I could not bear to leave her, and 
proposed that she should accompany us as we 
should go with the family of our guardian and 
our father’s old friend, Mr. Lindsey. She was 
standing by the window with her face half hid¬ 
den by the drapery; 1 sat ou a sofa with ;he let¬ 
ter iu my hand. When I mentioned her going 
with ns she replied in a low tone that she could 
not go—hut I would not take this as her answer. 
" I will write to your aunt, Estelle,” I said. 
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