The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-03-16

| NOnSeQ6eI You KNOW Wnat mean.'
"'But, really, Pve tried, and can't dc
"very WELL" said Barnes; indiffar.
emily; athen It is an understood tfine
that you are to live and die an old bache
lorw
81 didn't say that"
"Oh, l beg your pardon. You expect
that Fanny is going to propose to you;
"You are a heartless miscreant,, u
Ellerslie cried out, half laughing, hall
impatient, as he sprang to his feet, and
tossed the remnant of his cigar into the
fire, land shall not waste any more
time upon you, unless indeed you'll GO
around TO the bazaar with mep'
4 "Where Fanny Glen has a table! Not
If know it,. The money market is rath.
er tight with me just at present, and
these fancy fairs are no better than dens
OF robbers, where defenceless young
man is concerned"
And Martyr Ellerslie went on his way
alone.
The hall was all glittering with gas
lights and fragrant with flowers when he
got there.
The pretty feminine spiders lurked
each neal. her well-laden table, all smiles
and dimples.
The throngof victims ebbed and flowed
around them.
Mr.. Ellerslie found himself greeted
with acclamations.
| "You will take share, Mr.. Ellerslie P"
| "Do, please, put your name down here,
Mr.. Ellerslie; there are only ten blanks
left"
son, Mr.. Ellerslie, you are the very
one we are waiting for. I'ye kept seven
for you-seyen is always lucky num-
ber."
"Mr. Ellerslie! Mr.. Ellerslle! don't
pray, spend all you money until you've
taken share in this mammoth doll,
with trunk full OF Clothes"
And thus our hero was flung hither
and yon on the waves of the fair, draw.
ing nearer however, with every subscrip-
tion, to the table over which shone the
blue stars Of Fanny Clen's eyes.
But when he got there, he was smitten
with sudden silence.
Fannie looked wonderingly up.
"It's-its fine evening" he haz1rded.
sis ita" asked Fanny. "Why, /
thought 1t was snowing."
$50 it is" said our hero growing very
red, and overturning with his elbow a
crimson Venetian flask (for which he
isn't very fine evening""
"Ohw said Fanny. f .-
"Yes," said Mr.. Ellerslie, feeling act
ually that he had made q fool Of him.
self.
And then he went away. and didn't
see Fanny Glen again, the whole eyen-
ing-probably because she was the only
person in the whole room that he cared a
fig about seeing at all.
But SO unkind is Fate to love and loy-
ers.
just as he was edging his way out of
the hall, in a very dispirited and de.
jected frame of mind, there was a rush
and a flutter.
He heard his own name.called in all
the notes of the human gamut.
"What is it?" he demanded, vaguely
staring around him.
"You've drawn the DOLL" cried little
Sybil Percy, dancing up to him, and lay
ing in his arms the huge waXen abomi-
nation, with its flossy yellow curls, and
impossible pink and white complexion;
while somebody else brought the trunk
and little handbook.
'sIps just like travelling with wife,"
said Sybil, mischeviOusly.
''But what the-ahem! what am to do
with itr' asked our bewildered hero.
"Give it to somebody" said Sybil, in
wardly hoping he would act promptly on
tne sugsestiohS anu DesCoW MS PRIZE on
her. "Anyone would be delighted to re-
ceive such present."
"Do you think they wouldw said Mr..
Ellerslie vacantly, and then he went
away.
"Great stupid felloww said sibyl
spitefully, and she tripped back to her
table.
81 never saw such goose" said Lau-
rie Darlington, who had carried the
trunk, and who had three little sisters
Of her own at home.
"But what am to do with it ?" said Mr..
Ellerslie to himself, as he traversed the
wintry gloom Of the midnight streets.
"Oh, have it. I'll give it to Fanny Glen,
of it to her little black-eyed cousin"
And he laid the doll, rejoicing, on his
sofa, and went to bed, sinking into
dreamland just about the time that
Fanny Glen was taking the hair-pins
out Of her magnificent golden hair before
the dressing-bureau in her own apart.
ment.
"Why Fanny, what ails youW cried
Dora, her oldest sister. "You are cry
ing:v
Fanny.
And she wept herself to sleep, think
luH uOW IOOll5Il buc udu Uccu, duO LudC,
of course, Martyr Ellerslie didn't care a
straw about herr
Why should he7
Mr.. Ellerslie rose the next morning.
full of his momentous resolve, and made
such toilet, the very landlady's little
boy, seeing him 60 out with the doll
neatly encased in her pasteboard box
under his arm, calculated profanely:
son. my eye, what a swellp
The black-eyed little cousin admitted
him. 4
"Yes, cousin Fanny was at home
would he walk in the parior?"
And our hero before he had fairly
made up his mind in what terms to be-
stow his gift, found himself bowling to
fair-haired vision, in a sunny little room,
surrounded by heaps of cut flowers.
"How do you do, Mr.. Ellersliep said
Fanny, coloring and smiling. 81 am
making bouquets, you see, for Tonight"
"Exactly so," said Martyr; and then
be reflected how much more appropriate
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