The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1876-02-24
lenr mYsel discnssed in that MAJ.

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"But, seriously, what do youmcan?'
"Why, have you forgotten that |
prophesied'a a Irritation? Imean how
do ypu think hewoltld do for thatHn
Ah!a filtration! Maybe didn't
hold my brcathfor fear Of losing the
answer, and then maybe
30, passably, if he understands his
place and stays init. Ihatc presum-
ing men,"
"Menl Boys!"
"Wcll, boys, then. Men in assur-
ancc, boys in intelligence, are what
we have nowadays"
|. She spoke as. if she had lived in
the ageof her grandmother | clonch-
led my hands, sapd declined Jupiter
Eapdcrrmy breath in Latin,
"Do You think yo6'iE bring NM
around?'
"For shame. I'm sure l have no
such design on his peace"
"Now, really am aching to know
what you intend to do. Shall you
airt with him?'
My intentions were not consulted,
but | made them, nevertheless, bit
ing my finger nails viciously all the
time.
"Oh, no matter"
"Yourc too bad. | got you apart
from the other girls on purpose to
have confidential chat, and here
the time is almost up, and you
haven't told me anything"
"Well l will now-two things
Your hair is twisted out of your net,
and your collar is shockingly tumb-
led.
"Bothcr my collarl Shall you flirt
with him? l wouldn't mind, only
that hateful Sue Liscomb VOWS she'll
get ahead of you, and don't want to
see her win. Now, do tell mel"
thrust my head up again and
looked at them. They were not
minding me in the least, though they
had stopped directly in front of me.
Lizzie looked flushed and anxious,
Miss Arden cool and self possessed.
laid my hand on the bell and
gave it very violent ringing. The
two girls started as if they were cul-
prits, and glanced hurricdly up at
me- What they saw in my face, |
can't -si,y, but they both colored.-
i5ass .htii Shsyssapafia for their
seats, but not before l heard Li2ze
whisper desperately, "shall your"
a shall" aoatcd back the reply,
low and firm, as if determined not to
be mistaken.
Should she? Well see,
That afternoon, while l was cngag-
ed with the French grammar class, |
was startled by Il sharp scream, and
by Lizzie Dane springing up and
crying out;
90! horse has bitten Charlotte
Arden, Mr.. Eldridge.'
The whole school Uttered. Iscowl-
ed very pcdagogucly (toc coin a word),
and commanded her to resume her
seat.
Lizzie llounccd into her seat, very
red in the face, and saw Miss Arden
put a book to her face to conceal Il
smile.
After school l went to her and in
quircd politely for her arm. She
showed me her round, dainty, wrists,
with a large discolorcd swelling mar
ring its whiteness.
Good heavcns!' l exclaimed, for
getting myself, Chow it must have
panied you. Why didn't you go
home? Iwould have excused YOU"
She smilcdandlook amused. That
smile recalled me to myself.
Oh, it's nothing, 1t was slightly
painful at first, but | was not child
enough to run home for so slight a
hurt
In spite of my anger at her, en-
We'd the very words that slipped
through herre}d, naughty lips.
"lIad she already began her arts, !
asked myself, If that simplicity Of
look and frankncss of voice wcro art,
why, confound nature. Well, walk
cd home withhCr, carrying her satch-
cl of books, My excuse was her arm.
As if she hadn't but one, and couldn't
by any possibility, hgvc carried her
books on the other. q, the days that