The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1875-12-23
LEONARD WAITS ON.

bedrooms, writing busily sometimes
the blue eyes filled with mirth, as the
rapid pen jotted down some odd con-
ceit, or queer expression; again she
would toss back her bright curIs and
a saucy smile would cross her little
mouth, as mischief flowed from the
small golden point of her weapon.
One after another, the little sheets OF
note paper were filed with dainty
characters, folded, and slipped into
the snowy envelopes. Suddenly the
pretty writer paused. Resting her
little dimped chin on her hand, she
sank into reverie; the blue eyes lost
thei: smiling light, the rosy mouth
folded into a sweet, earnest gravity.
as she sat buried in thought.
"If l only dared" sine whispered,
"if only dared" Then, with quick
impulse, she selected sheet of paper
sQWewhat larger than those she had
not an before, merry and careless, but
with deep earnestncss, tie rapid pen
evidently tracing words of grave I'M
port and weight. Once she paused,
and folding her little hands, raised
her eyes in prayer. AS she sealed
the long letter, she did what she had
neglected before-directe ed it, in 4
clear pretty hand, aud then place! it
carefully in her writing desk. Again
she continued her task, sometimes
scrap Of verse, fancy quotation, or
even All address, filled the sheet, but
oftener little graceful note was writ
ten and folded. She was still busy,
when laughing voices in the hall
made her pause.
"Come right up, girls, 1 am in my
room." she called.
And in answer to the summons
four CAV bellies of Claireville came
dancing into the room with "Ho"
many have you written, Amy :"
"Oh, ever so poany? l don't know
Let me sec yours"
And q shower of snowy billets fel
from eight white hands into her lap
while the four girls eagerly opened
and read the missives upon the table
"We've sold every ticket" crlet
Leonora Darcy. the brunette, whose
charms had set half Claireville III
ferment.
"All!" said Amy. "The hall will
be packed"
"Yes,' said pretty Mabel Lee, "an'
everybody SAYS the postofice will b
the most attractive feature OF our tar
| am so glad you suggested it, Amy
And if it was late, we've got goo'
pile of letters written"
"There," said Amy, signing not
| with "Gabriella," in the most nln"t
, character, .'there's my last sheet g
g.. paper and my last ounce Of brains
I'm utterly exhausted"
But, Amy, YOU won't feel eS
r hausted Tomorrow" said demur
Susy Jones, "when we hand dear NJ
e Riyets a nice sum Of money to hel
rebuild the parsonage"
" "That dreadful fireV sail Am!
= shuddering. "Mothcr saws she don
approve of fairs generally; but whe
ones minister is burned out, and til
money won't come in fast in any otht
y wav. why she'll bake cakes and max
: pincushions with the best of us.
"And then, you know" said Mabe
e earnestly, 'there will be no ratflIng
e cheating. and the articles are all pre-
: ty, and good of their kind"
"Girls, is it not time TO dress = sal
Il Susy, consulting wee watch at NJ
y belt. awe open at seven."
."The tables are all ready"
e "True, but it is after five now, an
q everybody wants time for at least OF
extra touch TO their finery when tht
=" must face all Claireville."
"Scatter, them said Amy, 'aug
- ing. "Run home, all of you! Lca'
- the letters here; | will take care
;s them. 1 am to be postmistress, "
know"
rs "Not a bit Of it," said Leonora.
"You are only to sit in the bac
ground and direct the envelope
which I will deliver to anxious ]
quirera."
"Whew! how important We are