The Louisianian. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1870-1871, 1871-04-02
ural than this Mr.. Mallory's returning
with her to the Mountains?

And what more natural than that on
this journey these two should progress
very rapidly in their acquaintance with
such mutual foundation of Intimacy and
interest as "dear Kate" she had the wit
andetact to keep her astonishment with
in proper bounds, but whenever she found
Jim alone didn't he have to take it?
81 can't imagine how you can be con-
tented to stay here, Jim ?" she would say;
"and I can't imagine how Mr.. Wing can
do without you SO long"
But Jim could imagine, and SO 1 think
after time could little Mollie Caledon.
And so I think after time could every
member of the house; and it wasn't very
difficult to prophesy the denoaement eth
er, in the estimation of these on-lookers.
But to Jim it seemed much more difficult
for Molly Caledon was far too bright to
carry her heart on her sleeve, and spice
Of feminine eoquetry helped her to play
game of hide and seek.
But there came day when she had to
give it up, and acknowledge herself
found, if not caught. It was the day
VIII Hess and Langford came. "Now or
never!" thougt Jim Mallory, as he
watched her greeting with the aforesaid
gentlemen. "Now or never! think
Molly must have had suspicion of his
design, for with queer, coquettish
perversity she put him off, first with
avery animated discussion with Langford,
and SO on, through list of employments
and occupations that continually necess-
itated third party. But Jim was too
sharp for her at last. The mail had Just
come in, and as he read his letter from
Wing with this item at the close "One
OF us will probably have to go to Paris
next year )" bit of strategy proposed
itself to him, which he forthwith acted
upon. Walking straight by the group
wherein Miss Caledon stood talking
animatedly with Langford he glanced up
from his letter with the most absorbed
air and inquired of the landlord when
the next train left.
"Oh, are you going to New York, Mr..
Mallory?" asked Molly, with great
sang5fOid. "And if you are, will you
undertake commission for me?" and
Molly came forward from the group at
this.
Then she saw his serious preoccupied
business face.
''No bad news, Mr.. Mallory ?"
"Oh no, not in the least only my
partner writes that one Of us must go to
Paris and 1 suppose that one will be
your humble servant.
How many commissions shall execute
for you there, Miss Caledon?" looking
straight into the pretty face before him.
There was a quiver Of the eyelids-a
quiver of the lips, and sudden forget
fullness of the hide and seek game alto
getEer and Jim knew that he had won.
"Come into the garden, Molly" he
said, in lower tone. '1've something
else to tell you"
They went into the garden, and SO
absorbing was the story that he had to
tell that he forgot all about the ''next
train" until Molly, as she heard the
locomotive, looked up slyly into his face
and said "How about the cars, Mr..
Mallory? I think you've lost them!"
Jim laughed. But I've found some :
thing better than the cars. Molly" And
then he laughed still more. And then he
told her that other story of the cars
when he first met and fell in love with
her.
"And you don't mean to say that yo',
were that old codger in the co,ner?'
asked Molly in amaze.
'1 do, Miss Molly"
"AIy! but didn't we girls go on?"
81 should think you did. found out
all your hair-dressing secrets-all about
the crimping and frizzing, you know
and say, Molly, you do your curls now
over slate-pencil? and do you ever get
caught in your hair-pins by such young
gentlemen as Hess and Langford now?'
'My goodness did go on like that?'
"Just like that; and I thought the story
in the end Of the Scotch cap was rather
a plucky climax. And when listened to