The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1865-02-16
What Leonard Watson Found in
the Post Office.
Br ANY GRAHAM.


She was sitting in The pre,ticst Of bed
rooms. writ ing bnsily; sometimes ih,
blue eyes filled with mirth, % the rspic
pen jotted down some old concsit OF
queer expression: pguin she would toss
back her bright curls, and a sauey smile
would cross her little mouth, 20 mischief
flowed from the small golden poin OF
her weapon. One siter smother, the III.
tie sheets Of note paper we're filled with
dainty characters, folded and slipped into
the snowy envelopes. Suddenly the
pretty writer paused, Resting her little
dimpled chin on her hand, she sank into
rcyerie. the blue eyes lost their smiling
light, the rosy mouth folded into q sweet,
earnest gravity, as she sat buried in
thought.
III only dared she whispered-'if
only dared Then, with a quick impulse
che selected q sheet Of paper somewhat
larger than those she had been using,
and began TO write spain, not, as before,
merry and careless, but with deep earn.
estness, the rapid pen evidently tracing
words Of grave impor, and weight. Once
she paused, aud, folding her little handr,
raised her hands in prayer. As she seal.
ed the long letter. she did what she had
neglected before--dree,ed II. in a clear,
pretty hand, and then placed it carefully
in her writing dest. Again she eontin.
ued her tack, sometimes scrap Of verse,
q rocy quotation, or even an address, fill.
ed the sheet, but oftener little graceful
note was written and folded. She was
still busy, when laughing voices in the
hall made her pause.
Come right up, girls, am in my
ROOM she called.
And in snsver to the summons, -four
gay bellies OF Clsrievillc came dasbine
into the room, with How many have you
written. Amyr
'Oh, every so many! | don't know. -
Let me see yours
And shower Of snowy billets fell
from eight white hands Into her lsp
while the four girls eagerly opened snt
read the missiyes upon the table.
We've sold every ticket, cried Leo.
more Dsrcy, The brunette, whose charrni
had set half c Cloireyille in iermsnt.
AN" soid Amy. THAT hall will be
pbckedI'
Yes said pretty Mabel Lee, 'snd sv.
cry body snys the post Office will be the
most attractive feature Of our fair. / am
so glad you suggested il, And if II was
late. we've got good pile OF letters
written
There said Amy, signing a note
with "Gabriells," in the most minute
characters, there's my last sheet Of pa.
per and my last ounce Of brains. ! am
utterly exhausted
But, Amy, you won't feel exhausted
Tomorrow said demure Susy Jones;
when we hand dear Mr.. Rivers nice
sum OF money to help him 10 bui Id the
psrsonage.'
That dreadful fret said Amy, shud.
lering, Mother says she don't approve o
fairs generally; but when ones minister
is burned cut, and the money Won't
come in f~st any other way, why, shell
bake cakes and make pincushions with
tho best ofus.'
And then you know said Mabel
earnestly, there will be no rafting no
cheating, and the articles are all pretty
and good Of their kind.'
Girls, is il not time 10 dress' sal,
Susy, consulting wee watch At her belt
we open at seven.'
The tables are all ready
'True, but II is after five now, and ev
erybody wants time for at least one ex
Q ira touch to their fnery, when they mos
o face all Claireville.'
Scatter, them said Amy, laughing
i' Run home, all Of YOU, Leave the lei
,ers here; will take care Of them.
a. sm TO be pos,mastress, you know
:" Not Bit Of it, said Leonors. 'Yo
/, are only 20 sit in the, background and d
rect tho epvelops. which ! will 5slive
to anxious inquiries
'Whewl how important we srer WI
the merry answer. And the lsughiu
group dispersed.
FL The large hall Of Claireviile was bril-