The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-07-19

Just below him. One, dressed in mourning
and wrapped in a shawl seemed an inva-
I'D. The other had dark, red-brown hair
streaming down over cool-looking white
and black dress. She was reading aloud
Lowell's little poem, "Sea Weed" John
caught the words distinctly.
81 wonder what that means exactly
she said as she finished.
at is very graceful
"Yes, but it's puzzling, too-a fascina-
ting puzzle. Pm always wondering if Mr..
Lowell, when he wrote it meant the same
thing which fancy he meant. 1t quite
leases me-"
"And yet you like it so much"
"Oh, that's the very reason. like to
be leased and set TO thinking. Alice, are
you warm enough? ?"
John pricked up his cars. But THIS girl
has dark hair.
"Thanks-yes, l am almost warm
enough. Sill, you might fetch the gray
shawl, Marion, if you don't mind"
John caught glimpse at the girls face
az she came back with the shawl, fresh,
pleasant face, with eyes of the same red
brown as the hair. She saw him, too, and
the sisters lowered their voices lie did not
bear another word after that.
Two days later his landlady met him
with a troubled countenance.
''I'm so sorry !" she began. "lts just
as sudden on mes on you, but my daugh-
Ter she's written that she and the children
must come home for spell cause the
Youngest 3 had cholera infanticide aud the
doctor he says they must get away's fast's
they can and it's too bad to turn you
out but don't sec no other way to fix
it and if you don't mind Ellins next door
has room free every bit like the one
you're in now and Almiry shall carry over
your things and you'll be every whit as
comfortable and hope you'll have no hard
feeling about it." All this in breath,
without audible punctuation.
john comforted the good dame, whose
face was full of trouble. After all, what
dtd it matter "Almlra" lent hand, and
in two hours he was seated in Mrs. e.
kn's front room, "every whit rs comfort
able" as he had been in his old quarters
Going down to dinner, the red.brown
eyes which he had noticed on the beach
confronted him.
ats tie Misses Whittemore, Mr.,
don't rec III your name" remarked Mr.. El-
kiDs, spooning out his steaming chowder.
And in this unceremonious way the intro
duclion was effected
Inlimacirs ripen { at under such circum-
stances. Heading. sailing, and walking
together, spending whole days and day
after day in company. it was no wonder
that before long the three so lately stran-
gers, should became as cid friends. 1t was
easy to know tue Misses Whittemore, they
were 50 frank and simple. so pleasantly
well-bred. Alice, the eldest, rentle,
womanly creature. quiet in speech and
manner, ana full of a certain sweet com
nonsense, was evidently the object OF
fondcst care to the brown-eyed Marion
John had never kIo% any girls like them
1t was revelation of the pleasant posi-
bilties of life to be in such contact. Still
his shyness and old habit of distrust, ham
ever understood a woman 2" he asked
himself. 81 don't pretend to. 'Flossy,
indeed did have real glimpse of her
in that blessed little book Now If some
fairy would just opon door and let me
see the inside of Marion's heart in the same
way, then should know where was"
Marion Yes, the imaginary Flossy was
dethroned the real Marion reigned in heI
stead. John. however, was still uncon.
scious of his subjugation, and how long
the affair might have halted no one car
tell, had not Fate, IS she often does, taker
the matter into her own hands.
My brother is coming down for Sun
day." said Alice, one morning.
''Have you brother p
ooh, yes. Have we never toll 20,
about him Poor fellow ! it is his frs
vacation this summer We have wishe'
for him so often, and now at last he ha
come"
John watched the sisters 'cuiiously, a
they made ready for their walk to tn
depot that afternoon, but he did not offe
to accompany them. "Lucky fellow :" HI
muttered, with sigh, and fell to gnawin!
his moustache, sure sign of uneasines
and emotion.
By-and-by, they came back, each holdin!
an arm of oad-shouldered, merry-facet
youth, who walked between with face o
entire contentment.
"My brother, Mr.. Singleton" said Alice
in her gentle voice, as John rose to gree
them.
conner, shaking cordially. "The girl
have written about you till feel as if W
were acquainted. | say, what beach
Can't we have sail this evening, Flossy ?
John started as if shot.
81 thought your name was Marion" b
said, staring confusedly, like one in
dream.
Eyes, so it u.s." she answered carelessly
"but my middle name is Florence, an
Tom called me Floss always when we wer
You really must leave it off," sal
Alice GLOSSY is absurd for grown-u
person."
"T'm rather fond of it," remarke
Marion; at doesn't sound absurd to me a
all"
Its beautiful !" jerked out John, sti
absorbed in the suddenness of his surprise
Marien looked at him astonished. He fel
himself blush under her gaze, but offere
no explanation, and the subject was drop
ped.
The real and the ideal rarely combine i
life. When they do, only one conclusio
seems possible. Events flew rapidly afte
this advertisement. The course of true Low
has intervals of smooth running, for all tn
poets may say to the contrary. TIL
bright hunters moon of that year locke
down upon two extremely happy people
and when Christmas gladness dawned o.
earth, it found them happier still.
1t was on the first delicious evenin
spent in their new home that John brok
the silence and told the tale of his treasur,
,roye. They sat together by the fire. sid,
and FlOssy turned the worn pages of til
diary with tender touch.
Dear, shabby old thing !" she murmu
cd. "Yet it brought us together !"
"And to think how | searched for you
all the shops of the city,"
''Shops? Oh, didn't go to the shoI
You know. Aunt Marion died the We:
week after wrote that, and left me tw
hundred dollars because ! was named fc
her ] felt so rich to be able TO take Alit
10 the sea-shore. How little we guessed
when you came, and we grew to be frenC
that all that time you had my old diary
your pocket :"
"And how little | guessed that Il
'Flossy' had hunted for and dreamt
about was close at hand You'll NAL
me Toms pudding some day, won't 70,
although apples are expensive )"
Marion raised the little green book
her lips and kissed it. Then she kisst