Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1859-01-22

PuS socu an air on things think she'd make
your old Tuscan look egregious. You'd like
new bunnit If Mr.. Purson could spare the
money Jest tell him from me, that If he can't
afford his wife bunnit once in eight years,
ne d better quit carpentering and go to saving
wood that he need mt aspire to the respecta.
6iiity OF Pennyville any longer. Now, look
mere! here's sweet thing-a Florence braid,
with a lovely ruche, and all this bugle lace
around the cape and brim, besides the
feather. L showed it to Miss Grant, and she
pronounced it superfuous. She said maybe
she'd conclude to take it the next time she vas
In; but hinted to her that 1t was spoken for,
because l knew that it would Jest suit your
style and complexion, and like to obleege nv
old customers. l asked her six and a half for
II, but you may have it for six seeing it's YOU -,
but shan make a red cent on it,
GOOD Lord if there amt buggy running
away do see how he kicks he will certinpIy
be thrown out! he's making straight for that
pile OF brick as he can 60! / do wonder who
1t can be It's horse from the liberty sta
Die, and yes! goodness gracious, it's that
handsome young stranger that had that curly
dog with the-oh, hevings! there he goes smash
bang right into the bricks! He's killed now,
do believe! I'm SO scarf, 1 don't know what
m saying. He's certainly killei-ses
nlm tearing down the streets, and the spooks a
nying, and the poor young gentleman picking
himself up. l must 60 to bis assistance this
minute 1t shall never be said that Alyira
olmmens turned an unfortunate young man
out OF doors. Oh, sir, how do you feel ? Are
you iaint like? Lean upon me; upon my bo-
srouider: Dear me, Pm so fustered I don t
know what I'm doing or saying. Is it your
mead, or your arm, or your-limb? Amt a bit
hurt Only trihe bruised? Thank the Lord :
Well, walk in, and let me brush your coat
It's all brick dust. Can walk without assist
ance Oh, I'm so glad Of it 4. but don't over
exert yourself-don't
Clara, Dora, get the brush hand il to me
Ihere, now, you look little more like your
present self What circumstantial escape
you We had! l shall never cease to congratu-
late myself that the shop of Alvira Slimmens
stood where 1t could afford a refuge for a shin.
wrecked stranger. Take a chair, won't you
MY, your coats tore out at the arm, Dora,
Dring needle and some black silk No, YOU
needn't be afraid of making trouble. I'd
rather mend 1t an not. Stopping long in PEN
nyVllle visiting, or stopping at the tavern
on' me tavern; On business, suppose? Any
;aequaintanees Ours is very pedantic vii
aase, Sohsiuereo very rural on the outskirts;
great deal OF scenery and land around it, Per-
maps you are an author, or an artist, come to
rustify. I've heard so many sweet stories
ABOUT such things; and L declare, when Won
was hrowed out in that terrible manner, 1 felt
hke nying to you, stranger as you was, and
e1clalmlng, with that dear Moore
Come ~ rest In this bosom, my own stricken deer;
iHoug 1' ,nS nerd have ned from thee thy home
Clara Brown, go into the other room this
minute, and stay there till recall you. What?
must you 60? Well, call again. I shall feel
extremely solicitary about your health. Oh,
no thanks to you, sir I've only done my duty
rs one of my sex should do it,
He's gone. "Thou'rt gone from nv sight
like beautiful DREAMY How earnestly he
kept looking back, as if he couldn't endure TO
teartnimseif away; but he must 20 to the liberty
stable, ond let Smith know that his baulkv has
run away. II there amt that sassy Clara.
standing at the door, looking out after him,
when sent her in there because she kent
nIaAhg eyes at him, and laughing in her
MY hand trimbes so, can hardly baste this
SIX on. It's come at last. L knew il would.
knew Alvira Slimmens was destined Ia see
the hero Of whom she had dreamed. abont
whom she has had many q pondcrous fancy
tnat he would come in some unusual way: and
now circumstantial Providence has thrown
it were. -'' -
Dora Adams, go over to Springles', and get
me dozen OF them new tangled curling cIasps
anu 4 bottle of lavender water; and let me tell
you; once Tor all, if you and Clara don't Quit
EInking at each other, and making them secret
Signs, you II repent ii. Murmurs, soto poce:l
'oh, there are tones and looks that dart
An Instant sunshine through the hearth
and that was the way felt. What splendid
subject tor poem for the Eagle, to be called
the Runaway Buggy" no, that's not roman
TIC enough Tho Fearful Risk - no, "The
Strangers Escape!" that's better; or "Tbe
Castaway; or, The Leap for Life-a Tragedy"
and sign 1t "Alvira S."-no "a. s." and sand
1t to him. I'll do it this very night-write it
whlle I'm putting my hair in papers. ISings
In an under tone
sob, Alvire Slimmens.
fou,li soon quit bunnits and trimmiu,s
Bunnits and trimmin's,