The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1860-11-29

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He attempted to sing, but his fine tenor
voice broke down; he coughed, hemmed
and fourshcd his handkerchief, and was at
last obliged to sit down in despair.
The exercises of the evening closed
Harry seized his hat and rushed for the
entry. where he took his station in full
view of the door through which Rosalie
would emerge. Her crimson hood ap-
peared in the doorway, and his teeth chat
tered in his head, but his resolution was
unshaken. lie made q so1tie in her direc-
ton, knocking over little James Brown,
the barber and fearfully mutilating the
new calash of Miss Winn, the miliner, in
the act but these were minor affairs, ard
not worthy of notice. lie touched the
shoulder of Rosalic.
"May may I-go homo with you to
day-to night-this evening" stammered
he.
She put her little hand within his arm,
and they went out together into the star
light. Harry seemed to tread on air
This world was this world no longer, but
the charmed paradise of impossibllity and
he dared not speak lest he should break
the spell.
The little lady, too, was strangely silent
and the entire distance to the house Of
Judge Flanders was passed without
word At the door Harry would have
hidden his companion goodnight, but she
retained his hand and drew him into the
parlor; and there the light of the chandc-
lier fell full Oh the face Of the pretty
laughing woman, and with dread dismay
Harry saw that not. Rosalie, but Mrs.
Judge Flanders herself. stood before him.
He had waited on the aunt, and not the
niece! He uttered an exclamation and
started up to retire, but Mrs. Flanders
good humoredy detained him.
"Don't go, Harry" She said kindly,
you really did bravely. am proud of
you; l knew from the first that you had
made mistake, ,butwas fearful You would
never try again if I denied your cs-
cort Rosaie will DC in soon; wait for
her"
'1ndeed, ma'am-1-I-should be happy
to-not to-in fact, ma'am, l believe am
wanted at home"
Harry started for the door backwards,
but instead of choosing that by which he
had entered, he boltcd out into the dark
kitchen and seized the handle of the first
door that offered Mrs. Flanders was fol-
lowing close but before she could utter a
single word she heard his "good night"
succeeded Immediately by Il series of
thumbs and rumblings in the direction Of
the cellar.
The truth burst upon her at once. Har
ry had taken the ccllal-door and had fall
len down the stairs. She seized u light
and flew down the steps. There lay Har-
~, with his head in the trough Of ashes,
and his feet unromantically elevated over
the shelf ola neighboring cupboard. He
was considerably bruised and stunned, but
not otherwise damaged Mrs. Flanders
would have raised him up, but he antici-
patcd her; and without stopping to shake
himself, bounded up the stairs and made
a drive at the outer door, the ashes stream
ing ont behind him like cloud of gray
smoke.
The door was opened from without,and
Rosalie herself appeared. AT sight of the
hatless, smoking Harry, she uttered a loud
shrek and fell to tile floor, while our hero
dashed over her PROSTATE form and took
the track for home at a speed unequalled
in the annals of foot races. Brcathless
and used up generally, the young man
reached home, crawled in at back win
dow and retired to his bed, which hc1ept
for three days afterward
In spite of all apologies and fattering
courtcsies from Mrs Flanders-in spite Of
gentle affectionatc advances from the fair
Rosalie herself. Harry Singleton could
never be tempted to step inside the man
sion. of the Judge; and Rosalie, after wait
ing two years for Harry to make himself
agreeable to her, gave up the vain hope,
and became the wife of Il substantial wild
over with four children, which was quite
a good beginning.
Harry went on his way alone, as his
mother had feared and prophesicd and
that exemplary little woman set about
learning him to repair stockings and re-
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