The weekly Shasta courier. [volume] (Shasta, Calif.) 1872-190?, 1873-05-10

When you raised your head your cheek was
quite black from your glove; you rubbed
your nose and made that black too then
you went to sleep again, and directly curl
of your hair fell over your other cheek, and
woke you again, and you gave your cheek a
little slap, think, | suppose, that the mos
quito had come back that left the mark Of
your fingers, and you rubbed it little and
made it vet backer. Then you took your
gloves off and fell asleep again and then
you will believe me now that am telling
you 6 the truth, the whole truth, and nothing
but the truth for I am risking your dis
pleasure by telling what came next" and he
flushed Hp to his hair II made up nv
mind that it was my duty to secure those
gloves, and prevent thereby the possibility
of such an accident in the future. So put
my arm over the back of the seat carelessly,
and when nobody was looking l picked
them up and pocketed them. 1t was not
who laughed, but my brother, who did not
notice your face = after you had blackened
it, that is he rose to go, when he
laughed Involuntary, and l collared him
and took him off. Now you know all about
it, and | await my sentence. Can you for
give me for stealing your gloves? The mo-
tive at least was good"
Marjory's face had cleared as this highly
circumstantial narrative progressed, and
when it was finished she looked up smiling.
"Yes," she said, g quite forgive you; the
motive is everything. But do please tell
me, were you really so interested in what
that little gorilla said as you seemed to be
You were taking notes, you know saw
that before | went to sleep. Now what was
there that was worth making note Of? l
am sure heard nothing"
"Would you like to see my notes?" he
asked, drawing little book from his waist
coat pocket.
Eyes, if they are not long," she answered
doubtfully; but Jack will tell you how
stupid am on all such subjects as that"
He placed the book in her hand open,
and she saw clever sketch of herself and
the pillar; underneath was written, mad
emoiselle Stylites.
"Did you draw that" she asked, smiling
in spite of herself
Yes he replied, answering her smile.
II am fond of sketching from nature"
Then, as he glance at the picture, he added
hastily, I" / forgot that absurd inscription
| NcOISc, MY DTOIutT, uiu LIldu.
Marjory did not look deeply offended,
even at the absurd inscription :" and the
conversation continued, upon different and
Indifferent subjects, until John bethought
himself of his duty, and came to find her.
She introduced her squire to him, and after
few minutes more OF pleasant converse
ton they separated, Mr.. Owen such was
the natural philosophers Misunderstanding re-
ceived Johns assurance of a speedy call
upon him, and given his address with an
alacrity which proved. John thought, that
they were kindred spirits.
AS they walked home, John suddenly ex-
claimed, You know | never remember
faces, Peg, but somehow feel as if | had
seen that fellow before. He's an uncom-
mon good fellow, and Mrs. Grove says he is
very fond of my hobby, as you call it, so
shall go to see him soon"
OF course Marjory gave him an outline of
her evenings adventure upon this hint"
and he laughed heartily at the whole thing,
assuring her that he had never believed for
moment in such an absurd possibility as
she had fanced.
Well, what of it all? Nothing particu-
lar. Mr.. Owen and John are fast friends
by this time. Marjory is beginning to take
an interest in natural history. Also, she
has lost all faith in conviction upon circum-
stantial evidence. She is "o'er young to
marry yet" her aunt thinks, and so do I, of
course; for this is not a love story-I wish
that to be distinctly understood-Lippin-
COTS Magazine.