The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1877-01-18

40" IL 5aAu Jennie, and then
pointed to the chubby little figure
whose back happened to be turned.
shook my head and laughed.
you'll see," continued the incor-
rigible.
"See what?" inquired Miss Kent.
quite unaware of our pantomime.
That particles which are chemically
attracted will unite. Of course, an
alkaIi and an acid-don't you think this
sleeve is little too long, Miss Kent p"
Not after the seam is off. But what
were you saying about alkaIies and acids
Mrs. Carlisle? The other day, at Pro-
lessor BOynton's, I saw some wonderful
experiments"
'Did they succeed? ?" inquired Jennie,
demureIy.
Beautifully"
$50 will mine. never botched lob
in my life"
II don't think I quite understand
you," said Miss Kent, perplexed.
"No? I always grow scientific when
talking about marriage, my dear"
Brother ~ was all the little woman
said, but the tone was much better ma
tured than I expected.
The next week cousin Mark arrived,
and liked him at once. An unhappy
marriage would have been the last thing
thought of in connection with the gentle
man. He had accepted the situation
like man, Jennie told me, and for if
teen years carried load of misery that
few could have endured. Death came
to MS relief at last, and now the poor
fellow honestly believed himself an alien
from domestic happiness. Singular as
it may appear, cousin Mark was the
embodiment of good health and good
nature; fifty, perhaps, though he didn't
look it, and as rotund and fresh in his
way as the little dressmaker was in hers.
As l looked at him, I defed anybody to
see one and not be Immediately reminded
of the other. True, he had more of the
polish which comes from travel and
adaptation of different classes and in
dividuals, but he was not whit more
intelligent by nature than was the bright
little woman whom Jennie had deter
mined he should marry.
II was surprised you should think
necessary to caution me abont that,
cousin Mark" cooed the Plotter, as she
stood by his side locking out of the win
dow. "The idea of my being 50 ri
diculous" and in the same breath, with
wink to me, "Come, let US go to my
sitting-room. We are at work there,
but that won't make any difference to
you, will it ?"
Of course cousin Mark answered "No,"
promptly, as innocent as dove about
the trap being laid for him,
"This is my cousin-Mr. Lansing,
Miss Kent" and Mr.. Lansing bowed
politely, and Miss Kent arose, dropped
her scissors, blushed and sat down again.
Cousin Mark picked up the refractory
implements, and then Mrs. Jennie pro-
ceeded, with rare caution and tact, to
her labor of love. Cousin Mark, at her
request, read aloud an article from the
Popular Science Monthly, drawing Miss !
Kent into the discussion as deity as was
every fly drawn into the web of the.
spider.
"Who was that lady, Jennie ?" Cousin
Mark inquired, in the evening.
''DO you mean Miss Kent?:' said Jen.
ME, looking up from her paper. ooh,
she is a lady have known for long
time. She is making some dresses for
me now. Why"
"She seemed uncommonly well posted,
tor woman.
Under other circumstances Mrs.
Carlisle would have resented this, but
now she only queried, "Do you think
so?" and that ended it. Two or three
invitations to the sewing room were
quite sufficient to make cousin Mark
perfectly at home there, and, after
week, he became as familiar as this:
'IfyOu are not too busy, l should like
to read you this article" and this is
what Miss Kent would say:
ooh, I am never too busy to beread to-
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