The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1876-02-03

relOlce0 over ner new Helg1 Dor IS oF-
er new friend. It was so pleasant
to look across at this youthful face
instead Of the blank window. Some
times the newcomer was drawing,
as it seemed and sometimes sewing
but with pencil or needle she was
always busy-Jessie saw her working
when she went away to school, and
when she came back again there was
still the slight, girlish figure bending
patiently over her task. Jessie won
dered what she Wss doing for she
was full of curiosity, this bonny Jes-
sic OF mine. Not, to be sure, of a
meddlesome, prying curiosity, but OF
a wholesome, hearty, neighborIy in.
terest in other peoples lives.
. The very last of April Jessie went
down, one afternoon, into the garden.
. 1t was time for the lilIies-of-the.
valley, she thought and there they
were, the dear, dainty white bios
SONS, all nestled under their shelter
ing green-a wealth of beauty and
perfume. Jessie bent over them with
, eager delight. They were old friends
come back again. She gathered them
carefully, q great handful of them,
and then rose to her feet, and looked
] across the passage-way, up at her
neighbor's window. The pretty girl
in black had opened it, and was lean
ing out perhaps to breathe the soft,
April air, or, possibly, to watch her ;
and Jessie smiled to think that may
be they had taken q mutual interest
in each other. Jessie Orkney was
was vey apt to act on her impulses.
1t was good thing that they were
almost always sweet and generous
impulses. One came to her need, and
she Obeyed it at once. She held up
her flowers, with a smile and nod.
"Can't you come down." she cried
''and let me share with you ?"
instantly "Gray-eyesn--f that
was the name Jessie had got ia the
way of calling her-had LETT her win
dow, and in two minutes more she
stood at the garden gate, which Jessie
opened for her.
| "Come in, please. am so glad to
see you. I've known you so long
from the window I am Jessie Ork-
ney, and have been In the habit Of
calling you Gray Eyes > but / sup
pose you have another name ?''
The newcomer laughed = merry
girlish laugh. .-I-
"Yes, 1 am Jeanette Stone; but
everybody calls me Jennie. I've seen
you, too, from the window, and been
glad to have you to look at - and a
little CLINT OF light came into Jessie
Stones eyes, as IL she were remember
ing pleasure.
Meantime Jessie was dividing the
| lillies-of-the-valley. .f
| HT UQnfad n oiua Won holf ~ Cboi
said, "because, you know, they are
the first and 1 shall like them twice
as much when think another girl is
liking them, too"
How the "other girI's'' face bright
ened [! Her gray eyes grew deep and
tender, and a faint flush came into
her check. Happiness is made of
such little things-you know. She
took the flowers, and smelt them
eagerly, and then lifted her head.
81 don't think I'H try to tell you
how thank you," she said. "There
are some things that can't be told
you know"
suppose there is q kind of free
masonry between girls. At any rate
they get acquainted with an ease
and suddenness that seems to their
elders almost miraculous. 1t wasn't
a week before Jessie and Jennie knew
all about each other. Jessie found
out that Mr.. and Mrs. Sobersides, as
she still called them,-though she
knew now they were Mr.. and Mrs.
Jones, really,-were very good sort of
people. They were Jennie's uncle
and aunt; and now, that Jennie was
on OFnhon for hor fofhor ond rn0fb
er had both died within q few weeks
home to live with them. Jennie's
grateful eyes filled with tears as she
told how good they had been to her.
They would never let her pay her
board, she said and they were so
glad to have her with them, since
that had no child OF their own.
"But see you working all the
time" Jessie said, with that ilno-
cent little curiosity of which L have
told you before.
"Yes, and that's for a purpose.
embroider things for a shop-my
mother used to do that, and she
taught me to help her. 1 drew my
own patterns, and am working very
hard to get money enough ahead to
take drawing lessons, and fit myself
for something really good"
The girls were in the garden when
this was said. All their meetings had
been there so far but now Jessie
cried, with one of those sudden i'm
pulses of kindness that made her such
perpetually delightful SURPRISE
"You must come up into my room
-you must. I have books full of all
sorts Of lovely designs, aud maybe
they would help you"
She waited for no answer, but hur-
ried on, Jennie following.
"You must speak to mamma,
please" she said, as they went up
stairs and, with the words, she led
the way into the cosiest sitting-room,
where sat a middle-sged lady, stately
and handsome, but with kind, sweet
eyes, and smile like Jessie's own.
Mamma Orkney" said Jessie,
hlithely, 'here is my neighbor, Miss
Jennie Stone. You know her by
reputation or, at least, rve reputed
her enough to have you know her. L
am going to take her to my room
to show her all my pictures"
"And to talk her deaf," mamma
added, smiling but 1 am glad you
have captured her at last. Miss Jen-
ME, this is q very neighborly little
daughter of mine. She has had her
eye on you ever since you made your
appearance at the opposite window"
Jessie's room seemed to her guest
like very bower of beauty, and yet
it was only large and pleasant room,
fiffnn n onanrdin1 RI Iacofnio
fancy, when she was fifteen. There
was blending of rose and blue all
over it. The soft carpet bIoomed with
blue fOrget-me-nots and pink roses.
The chintz with which chairs and
lounges were covered repeated the
same design, and so did the curtains
at the windows. In an alcove there
was q writing desk-a davenport, so
prettily furnished that you longed to
sit down at it, and write letters to all
your friends at once. In another re-
cess was good, roomy bookcase,
and here were all Jessie's darlings-
Hans Anderson, and Grimm Brothers,
and the rest OF the well-thumbed, dear
old story-tellers, had climbed to the
top shelves now; and the lower ones
were full of Scott, and Dickens, and
Miss Thackeray, and above all, of the
poets. Light little stands were here
and thereon one vase OF ferns, on
another delicate glass, full of the
sweet lilies-of-the-valley. On larger
and stronger table was portfolio of
prints, and several books of eEgrav-
ings. There was full-length mirror,
liz which Jessie could watch her own
bright face, and the giriish grace of
her light figure, If ever she were vain
enough to find pleasure in them; and
everywhere were lovely and delicate
ornaments, here a Parian bust, there
bit of carving-again some quaint
easket-all the tasteful little trifies
which rich people are spt to waste
money upon. Pictures hung on the
walls and the very bed, with its
fiuted white draperies, looked like q
sort of enlarged white lily, to which
the girl with her fiower-like face,
seemed to belong naturally.
An instant Jennie Stone stood on
the threshold of this bower of beauty,
taking in all the details. Then she
drew long sigh-not selfish, en-
vious sigh. but one of intense pleasure
and satisfaction, which could be no
otherwise expressed. In q moment
Jessie had her seated before the table
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