The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-12-24

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giant young village rake. Nicholas as
thoroughly enjoyed his own reputation
of being "fast," which had to the rural
mind an indefinable flavor of evil in
some fascinating garb, all tinsel and
gay c%olorS, that he took great pains to
sustain it. Nothing pleased him so
much as the ccldt derived from being
supposed to be going to the dogs. With
our Jupiter the case was different. An
~toinette ThOrne stole a timid glance
through her evelashes at the hero of
twenty-three, whow vas a veritablc crown
prince to LaurcltOn, and his hon
ors with Il certain bOyiSh grace. WAY
inc chestnut hair framed a rather deli
cate face, whose pallor was contradict
ed by Il pair Of merry, frank blue eyes, a
nose rather saucy in its curves, and a
charming pouting mouth just yelled by
a brown mustache.
"Let me do something" said the
girl, almost abruptly, and intrenched
herself in the ranks of her own sister
hood. where she WAS awaited WithboWs
strung and arrows ready. Jupiter was
accustomed to the sweets of homage.
What did this new Girl mean by walk
ing off like that, just when he was about
to talk with her? 1t would have been
fun to outtlank Nicholas with the guard
ian dragon father, if the daughter gave
any encouragement as Il traitor within
the citadel. He might, indeed, make
deceitful oyertureS TO Simon in the mill,
but unfortunately the manager looked
too much like Il man who could see
through a tlimsy subterfuge. Did An
%toinette know who he was? Certainly
every young lady in the village had re-
ceivcd him with smiles except herself.
Perhaps he was a tritie tired of the UNI
varying smiles, and so fell to wonder
ing at the managers daughter.
The hustle of preparation went on in
Mrs. Bogie'S parlor, and that lady hoy
e ed from group 10 group like a butter
fly. Mrs. Boyle had applied the match
to Il whole magazine of pent-rfp excite
ment in the suggestion Of Il public en-
tertainment. Or was it all the fault Of
the Baby, at that moment Growing con
tentedly in the arms of Il woman who
regarded him with fearful eyes:
When poor A~ntoinette, entirely 10
norant of the uSages of the Laurelton
bcaU monde, took refuge behind the bar
rierS Of muslin and gauze with her own
sistcrhood, it has been said that the
hostile phalanx awaited her with bent
bows. Antoinette did not belong to
them, rs a few of the leaders had taken
pains I o show her. Indeed, she be-
longcd to no class, bit represented one
of the unfortunates born out of sOciety'S
groove. Simon Thorn would not allow
her to associate with the mill girls, ana
the LaurcltOn bedW monde did not re-
cOgnize her. There was nothing left
for her but to grow up like the flowers
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grace and sweetness. Still here was a
project to which A~ntoinette'S heart fully
responded. She came and offered her.
self, with youthful abandon of enthusi-
asm, on Mrs. Bogle's altar of charity.
The Baby claimed her as Il loyal sub
ject. Matilda Harlow, by virtue of her
rank as the Doctors daughter, with
money in the bank, shot the first arrow.
"Have you appeared in tableax of
ten?' she inquired, slowly scanning the
pcachy face of the interloper.
"No, indeed" responded Antoinette,
simply.
"Of course, if you laugh you spoil
every thing" continued Miss Harlow,
with an uncomfortable emphasis.
q would not spoil the picture by
laughing, forany thing" she said, earn
estly.
Il am sure you would not" said Jul
piter, and looked at her.
Miss Harlow snapped her needle in
twain.
When the party dispersed Antoinette
ran home, thrilled with the novelty of
~pleasurable excitement.
The early December twilight was
drawing n blue shadows filled the
valleys, heaped with unsullied snow;
bat there was still the glory of sunset
lingering in upper air, where the rim of
ice-incrusted hills flashed with prismatic
hues, and the heavens were opalescent.
Gas if the sky was a great jewel, like