The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1869-06-11

alone
No indeed was the quick answer,
delivered with unnecessary earnestness.
tDon't think of staying on my account
Very WELL
The i7stant Jane was out of sight /,
Molly, after looking suspiciously at the
front of the house, that looked back at
her meekly with ci,nsed blinds, and va
cantly at the doorway, and after peer
ing down into the recesst7s OF the gar
den on her right, called in suppressed
tones to tiny Irish child on thcH oPpo-
site sidewalk.
MickP
'Yis'm.'
Going past Mr.. Brents storep
'Yis'm.'
Give this note to Mr.. Hall-remem-
Der to Mr.. Hall. If you'll be back in
ten minutes, and won't tell anybody, I
will give you the biggest piece Of cake !
VIII your
'Yis'm,' and the small urchin was of
in an instant Molly listened to the
patter of his bare feet with very
satisfied smile, then went on trimming
the rose bushes demurely.
Mick, having returned in precisely
seven minutes, was duly rewarded with
an immense bar of cake, duly cautioned
never, never to tell, aud dismissed well
content Then Molly opened the letter
for, of course, like all communications
written by females, her note had requir-
ed an answer. It ran thus:
DEAREsr MoLLT.-I viii be with you tonight at
precisely half-past seven. I'm inclined 70 bless
both the dragon and my stars. ToN.'
At three O'Clock that afternoon Miss
Polly went into the parlor, where her
nieces were sitting demurely cutting
bits of bright silk for patchwork. She
wore lace esp tied with yellow rib
bons, and a green silk dress. Let the
reader not be shocked, for Miss Polly
was fond of bright colors and went to
tea-parties but seldom.
BE good children she said patron
izingly, regarding herself in the glass
with great coinplacency. Don't sit up
for me. I shall take a key and we can
let ourselves in. Does my dress look
well, janet
Very well, aunt
What flowers shall l get for a bou-
quetl London pride is pretty, and
sweet-Williams, don't you think so9'
I think smaller flowers would be
better. III 60 and cut you some, said
Jane dutifully.
No. sit still I hear Mr.. Wilkins on
the stairs. I'll pick some myself as 1
go out
You might have heard Mr.. Wilkins
at the other end of the town, such
amazingly stiff boots had he seen fit to
assume on this occasion. It was quite
a wonderful thing to watch him as he
stood in the little path, awkwardly
holding the bouquet Of clover pinks and
yellow coreopsis that Miss Polly had
given him, remarkiDg every other min
ute that 'the-hum-the flowers were
-hum-excessively pretty, and finally
offering his arm laboriously.
The two girls regarded this scene
from the window and turned away with
out comment, only there was a good
deal of wonder in James eyes and a good
deal of fun in Molly's. They sewed
industriously the rest of the afternoon,
scarcely once speaking to each other
until the clock strueh FIVE and Jane
went out to prepare supper.
what beautiful sunset = said Molly,
as she rose from the table. How long
does the meeting last janet
Until past eight; but l may not be
home then, for I'm going to carry old
Mrs. Dobbs some medicine. Don't sit
up for me. You can leave the back
door open, or I'll take the other key Of
the front one. / shall be back before
auntie, guilty, seeing Molly's surprised
face.
You'd better take the key l think
I'll 90 to bed early. Don't come into
my room and disturb me, Jane. Inevel
sleep well if Pm waked.'
As Molly put the last dish cOmforta-
bly, away in the closet she heard the
clock strike seven, and saw Jane passing
out of the gate, basket in hand. Molly
felt very guilty. How good Jane was
and what a difference between them
Jane was going to do good, and attend
a prayer meeting, and she was going
to disobeY her aunt stay at home and
see Tom But, somehow, Molly thought
the prospect was pleasant.
At half-past seven she was stationed
down by the gate. She had little time
for anticipation, for somebody came uE
the street at very quick pace, some
body sprang through the gate, or ovel
| it, and greeted Molly with the freedom
of an old acquaintance. It was merry
faced young gentleman with blue eyes
and brown curls.
My respects to the dragon saic
the new conner, bowling to the hous'
with great difference.
my respects to wilkins and your un
fortunate sister. How have l becom,
blessed with the opportunity of seeing
your
sAuntie and Mr.. Wilkins are at tea
party. and James gone to prayer meet
ling. Hurry, Tom. Come down in tn
garden, or somebody'n be sure to Sc
you. I've locked up the house. Yol
can stay till Just half-past eight
'One hour. Momently expecting tina
the dragon viii fall upon me. 1 don
care if she does
Stop calling her dragon, Tom; an
don't talk SO if you have any pity fc
me-
'Quite tragicl Excuse me for say
ing 50 Molly; but how ridiculous a
this is Here we have been engage
year, and you frOwn if l bow to 70
4 on the street: Won scsFcely let me sho