The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1870-07-14
sentiment? Of course she will come herself

sentiment! VI course she WILL COlHe uoESoll-
an angel, breathing airs from Paradise-and l
shall tell her of my love. A housewife-oh,
the delicious words Wonder what neighbor-
hood she would like me to engage residence in
how soon it would be best to name the day :?
Oh, if 1 should awake to find it all blissful
dream"
Early the next morning Thornbrooke set
briskly to work "righting up things" How he
swept and busted and scoured-the room was
aired to get rid of the tobacco smoke, ana
sprinkled with cologne and beautitied generally.
And at length, when the dust was all swept IN
to one corner. and covered by carelessly ~
disposed newspaper, he found the window glass
murky, and polished it with such vengeance
that his fist handkerchief and all, went through,
sorely damaging the hand, and necessitating the
ungraceful accessory of an old hat to keep out
the wintry blast for the time being. However,
even this mishap didn't dampen his spirits, for
was not Lilly coming?
Long and YEARLY he waited, yet no tinkle at
the bell gave warning of her approach. cts
and was content. At length there was peal
below, and Marks heart jumped up into
his mouth, beating like reveille drum. He
rushed to the door, but-there was no one but
a little grinning black boy, with box.
'Miss Raymond's compliments, and here's de
housewife, sir"
'The housewife, you little imp of Erebus p
eyes, sir, in the box, all right"
Mark skunk back into his room and opened
the box, half expecting to see full dressed
young lady issue from it, a Ia Arabian Nights {;
but not was only little blue velvet book,
and full of odd compartments in azure silk con-
tanning tape needles, scissors, silk thimble, and
all the nice little workable accessories.
"And she calls this housewife groaned
Mark in nefable bitterness of spirit at the
downfall of his bright visions "But l won't
be put off So"
Desperation gave him courage, and off he hied
to the Raymond mansion, determinen to settle
the matter if there were forty Joneses and
Esthers there.
But Lillian was alone, singing at her embroi-
derry in the sunshiny window easement.
"Dear me, Mr.. Thornbrooke, is there any
thing the matter?"
Perhaps it was the shadow from the splendid
crimson cactus plumes in the window that gave
her cheek such a delicate glow-perhaps--
we have no right to speculate.
"Yes"
And Mark sat down by her side, and took
the trembling, huttering hand.
"You sent me housewife this morning"
wasn't it right?" faltered Lillian.
"It wasn't the kind wanted at all !"
"Not the kind you wanted?"
mo, prefer a living one and came to see
if couldn't change it. want one with brown
hair and eyes-something, in short, Miss Lillian
lust your pattern. Can | have it?'
Lilly turned white and then red, smiled and
then burst into tears, and tried to draw away
her hand but Mark held it fast.
'tNo, dear Lilly, first tell me can have the
treasure ask for"
eyes," she said, with the prettiest confusion
in the world and then, instead of releasingthe
captive hand, the unreasonable fellow took
possession of the other too. But as Lilly did
not object, we suppose it is all right.
And that was the odd path by which Thorn
brooke diverged from the walks of old bache-
lorhood and stepped into the respectable ranks
of matrimonY