Lexington weekly intelligencer., 1872-10-30
"ApoPrEp"
4 True story.


"It's very strange" mut,ercd
Blanche Pcmroy, SLOWLY weaving to-
getl,er tho wreath Of scarlet autumn
leaves with which she was decorating
her broud-brimmcd hat.
She made beautiful picture, sit
ting there ull ulune i'll the mellow
glow ami ruirr Of the October woods,
u crimson shawl dropping from her
shoulders, and the sunshine lighting
up her bright auburn curls with gilt
teriug threuds Of gold, while upon
the fallen Trunk that formed her i'm
promptu seat lay tiny branch Of
fern and autumnal flowers. She
was transparcntly fair, with purple
veins in each waxen temple, and faint
pink bloom on her cheeks, while her
eyes, large and brown. seemed to look
with the brave, tender expression of
i child.
'Yes, it is very strange" went OH
Miss Penruy, musimg with he rself;
II know 81 little about him. l have
only known him about ten days,
yet, when he spoke about leaving
Elm Point last night, It seemed Us il
all sunshine was leaving the world
for me. "Oh, Bianche-naughty
naughty little Blanchc!" She added
leaning forward and apostrophizins
the fair face mirrored III the stream
ut her feet sis it possible that yor
have allowed yourself to fall in lov'
with tall, black eyed young man
Ten days ago had never seen him
and now2 7"
Tire roses mounted to her cheek
as sc wondered within hersei
whether Mr.. Evering cared for her.
Il wish knew" she muttere'
aloud.
KNEW whatW demanded cain
voice; and Mr.. Gilbert Everlng tool
up tho bunch Of flowers and COOL
seated himself beside her-a tall
handsome man. with brilliant dar
eyes, rather irregular features, and
deep glowing through his olive skin
Blanche de,nurly looked up at him
she was not SO easily to be taken b
storm, and asked:
"Do YOU think it will rain to-mOi
row for our pic-nic3 want to wea
my white lndfa muslin"
"Oh, the picnic. had forgotte
that when spoke Of leaving to.mol
row. Of course. though, my pre-
euce or absemce will make no diffeI
r ence."
u Blahche WAS silent. Somehow ths
: scarlet and brown sp"tted leaf requi
cd good deal of adjustment i'll IL
: ribbon OIL her band.
, blanche, shall 80 or stay2"
GAS you please, Dir. Evcrihs, to
sure.''
No, as somebody else please
Yes or no? Aud l forewarn yc
that yes means n good deal"
=. .'Ilow much does it meam?" que
!, !. toned Blanche, l,slf arclIiy, half tin
Orously.
"Evrryth'ng"
,i "Then YOU may stay!"
"My Blanche, my little daisy :"
Whispered, bending his stately hes
J. over the slender hand that lay on Il
autumn leaves. Aud Blanche e
1. that in the golden stiffness Of iii
October evening she had turned
r. new page in the book Of her life.
~ She was verv, very happy, aud I
.. that day seemed to be wnlki
i: through the bright mysteries of
no dream. But with the morning col
another feeling. Alas that shado'
should always follow sunshine in Il
world Of ours.
"I'm not disposed to be unreusc
Z" able, Blanche" said Gilbert in
- whisper, AS lie arranged her VIII
!. shawl for her, amid the merry 'um'
> of the pic-nio ground, "but l do thi
you've walfzcd quite often enou
sG aer with Mr.. Birmingham"
. "Jealous already Gilbert ?" taunt
the girl, flushed aud rosy red W
b the rosy triumph Of coquetry. s
co:orsd deeply.
"Of course you'll do as you plea
Blanche; only warn you it's onl,
ter choice between Walter Birmingh
- and-you dare dance with him ag
ibt at your risk"
Al tho same iustant Mr.. Birmi
ham caHae mp.
"May I have the pleasure Of pc
with you. Miss Penroy p
~, And Blanche, deflant, willfui.
. little piqund. answered Eyes"
She glided away. with her hand
u. Walter Birmingham. shoulder.
hert had, she thought, NO businss'
AD be unreasonable.
His grave stern fhes rather star
Ssal Asr, . shs eazns enes mere y
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