The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1877-04-27

enough Of the chickens, though, for the fire
had dealt so lightly with them through their
coat of basting that the company could not
deal with them at all. When the sweet
breads appeared as firm rs the best of calf
skin, Cousin Fanny's patience departed
81 thought you might have talent for cook
ing" she cried.
"Why, what's the matter ?" inquired
Flora, placidly. isn't 1t good dinner
There's plenty more to come"
"Good gracious More p
And then the birds, so like burned chips
that they could not be told from the toast on
viii ch they lay, came on, and went off as
they came.
"a swallows fight" whispered Kate.
"They dip their wings in tears and skim
away"
And thereat there appeared so extraordi-
nary desert, the sponge-cake of which so
exactly resembled boiled flannel, as Cousin
Fanny candidly remarked, that, vexed in
soul, the worthy dame declared, 81 must say,
Wicked waste makes woful want"
"I don't know what you mean," said
Flora. 81 call it an excellent dinner. There
was soup, and fish, and roast, and entrees, "
chec king them off on her fingers.
go therel therel' said Cousin Fanny,
whose cue was to let the girl display all h er
fine qualities, as she afterward said.
"a great deal more ola dinner" return
ed Flora. angrily, "then you ever get at
home, I'll be bound" And, as Mrs Houn-
slow rose Mis- Furloug swept by the aston
ished Lawrence, murmuring as she tossed
her head; 81 thought that would fetch
her"
Slang from those perfect lips! Such a
temper behind that perfect beauty Such
incapacity in those lovely hands Such
stupidity in that lovely head Lawrence
walked five miles in the pouring rain, and
came home with his incipent passion quite
thoroughly wet down.
Somehow after that dinner things seemed
to flag. Miss Furlong had not quite recov.
cred her temper, and there was no spirit il
the others. In the evening Lawrence die
not seem to remember that there was a con
servatory. Mrs Hounslow and Cousin Fan
ny. kept exchanging glances; the old witch
es were sure that the phiter had worked
bnt they hardly dared to breathe. But, il
reality, to Louise Mandell nothing tagged
Whether because she was in the house will
Lawrence because now and then he spoke
with her, listened when she sang, took he
book and read some pages; because Law
renee seemed now to look over Miss Fur
long, through her, anywhere hut at her o
because her own nature was so joyous, ant
she couldn't help it-she was gsyer than
lark, and filled the house with sunshine
t at has been a week in paradise, said she.
: "To compare a country-house in an eas
, terly gale to paradise! !" said Miss Fur
long.
at will depend whether you were in it
Miss Louise said Lawrence. And the
D Louise colored higher and higher and gre,
redder than rose and Lawrence wondere
why he had never thought that little girl
: little beauty before.
Just as the music-box ran down in the mid
die of Loves Young Dream" and Mis-
Furlong announced that she was about t
leave for home. OF course there was a
polite objection, and in the midst of it tn
surprise OF furry of simpers and blushe
: on that beautiful mask of hers. "Oh," sh
said, in an aside to Kate Farley, "when-
. when--oh really--when persons going t
q be married, there is no time to lose, an
Mr.. Wilder"
Mrs. Hounslow sprang from her Sc,
- which she had but just taken, and almo'
), upset the brimming urn in her haste {
emphasize the fact by embraces and col
gratuations. 81 am so glad for you 1t
= such a splendid MARRIAGE" she cried an
~ unable to hinder it another moment, aft,
n all her anxiety, she burst into flood
tears, which Miss Furlong attributed to il
- terest in herself but which were really dl
to the glance she had OF Lawrence comir
in from the garden with Louise, and
- Louise wearing at her breast the white ro
she had given Lawrence herself half hol
since as they waited for breakfast.
"Just as | told you" said Cousin Fam,
4 as she stitched away on some Of Louise
q wedding embroidery. "Highly develop,
jelly-fshes, the best of them. But if hi
to eat that dinner over, | wouldn't like