The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1874-04-29

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the safe to the mantle-picce.
But they're not here now. Oh
dear. and | haven't time to-
mean-wherc can they be? There!
I've tipped over that vase Of flow
ers and the water'll be all over
everything. How provoking! III
wip it up with my handkerchief
Mop, mop, mop. Do look for
those matches, Annie
4 am. What's the great hurry,
I'd like to know 2
Never mind; I'll run into the
library and get some; the gas is lit
there.
No, here they are now! I've
found them at last-on the corner
of the mantle. Take one.
. So saying Annie handed the un-
suspecting little maiden match
of which she had previously mois-
tened the lighting end in her
mouth.
Scratch, scratch, scratch why
it won't light (Scratch, scratch,
scratchD 'It-must be bad one
Here's another said Annie, re-
peating g her performance. 'Oh
my poor eyer and she shook con-
vulsively-with pain perhaps.
Renewed scratching, as ineffec-
tual us before. Minnic's patience
was entirely exhausted.
'lll tell you what, Annie, you
just run up stairs and yet Helen to
examine your eye, for | remember
having left book out in the sum-
mer-house this morning, and this
pouring rain will completely ruin
it,
With these words poor Minnie
fairly bolted from the room, over
turning chair or two in ber pro-
gress, and an instant after was
heard rushing down the garden
steps.
Annie lighted the gas, and de-
murcly set the clock forward again.
Twenty minutes Of ten. That
will do very WE'LL said she.
x * Although Hell
en- had anticipated the appointed
time, by i few minutes, she was
received into warm embrace on
entering the su m N err house,
and a thin piping voice exclaimed,
rapturously, Sweet angle knew
thou wouldst not fail me! Yet
thou knowest not with what i'm
patience my heart was beating.-
Ah, I cannot believe my happiness!
Speak to me dearest-tell me once
more
Haste, oh hast away, dear Her.
bert, lest we be discovered 7 in
terrupted the supposed Minnie, in
an agitated whisper. we must
not lose a moment or all may be
lost
Thou art right, beloved! This
way-the carriage waits
And they hurried down the gar
den path, and out the gate, on a
very undignifed and unromantic
trot. Another moment and they
were seated in a close carriage,
rapidly driving through the rain
and darkness.
Delightful situation!' said Hell
en- to herself, resignedly.
MY queen! my fairy! art thou
mine own at last?' inquired Mr..
Seeley, with what the French call
efuslon.
Oh, Herbert I am so frighten-
ed whispered the Fairy burying
her facein disagreeable wet over
coat, in order to escape more dis
agreeable shower of kissos.
Fear not, will protect thee!
l feel that have the strength of
a lion!' responded the small voice
of the infatuated youth.
Splash: splash, went the horses
feet through the mud, and the rain
pattered steadily on the carriage
top.
Il wonder where on earth we
are going?' said Helen to herself,
and after moments silence, dear
Herbert, when shall we get there?'
she whispered-tor she dared not
speak aloud, lest her voice should
betray her.
"In about an hour my own
sweet love. Pearville is nearly
five miles from town, is it not? 1t
will all be as we arranged, when
first gained thy dear consent:
the minister is to await US at the
village hotel, at half past ten, and
then few moments and we shall
be man and wife Ah canst thou
realize it, my precious one?
The precious one thought she
couldn't, but conteuted herself by
remarking, 'oh, what will my sister
say p
Thy sister is prude. She has
q cold and stony heart, that know