Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1877-02-07

Dan Van Rensselaer, and his chums
had all they could do in the way OF
searching for articles of wearing APP
parel, ana helping on jackets, and hold
ing shawls and clOsks, and tying walls,
for at least fifteen minutes.
Hurry up" at length shouts some
one from outside, "if you want to get
to the city, before the moon turns her
back onsus, and down stairs they 60
pell-mell, helter-skelter, and jump and
tumble, and are lifted into the sleighs
again.
Harold Brown grasps his own par
ticular charge from the group as they
reach the roadside, and, carefully seat
ing her in his sleigh. heaps the heavy
robes around her and springs in him
self. %ltH a+ I
Hundreds of silvery bells jingle to-
gether in pleasant discord; the old
darby, whose Queen Bee has never ex-
tracted so much honey with an en-"
from the garden of roses before. filings
his battered hat in the air, and shouts,
Hurrah"' and then seizes his old
violin and plays Hail, Columbia" as
though every note was asoldier Of 1910 !;
and away they speed for home once
more.
elbow lovely she looked tonight"
begins Harold, after tive-minutes'
silence. "You needn't speak, toad.
After that warm room and the
dance and the supper, it is more
necessary than ever that you
should be careful All l ask
of you is to listen. AS listener you
can't he surpassed, although as a
talker, like most women, you are apt
to get things little confused. But
don't go to sleep, for that is an insult
I can't and won't stand. Did you
ever see such hair spun gold. And
how charmingly she wears it! part in
wreath about her pretty head, and
part floating free over her pretty
shoulders. Blondes! There's only
one blonde in the world, and that s
Alberta Lee. Her skin is like the
snow with the moonlight on it; and,
being beautiful because she is 50 fair,
! suppose it wouldn't be fair in me to
even dream of her turning Brown.
Hi, Ned Good heavens! the intelli-
gent brute heard that dreadful attempt
at a joke, and tried to run away.
5000, old fellow, won't do it again.
And she never spoke to me, Cora.
And yet when we were boy and girl
together, I've stolen many a kiss from
that sweet red mouth unreproved, and
she used to call me Ny Harold Let
me see-that must have been eight
years ago. And then, as she grew
older, she grew more shy; but l was
Harold still, often dear Harold, ;
until her father, who shows
what an idiot he is, in spite of his
years, by encouraging that greater
idiot, Van Rensselaer,, made that
lucky hit in Wall street, and the whole
family went abroad to learn how to
play the aristocrat. to humble friends
at home. It's true ! didn't go near
her tonight. There were too many
around her. The rose that all are
praising is not the rose for me- And
the dance | should have liked to have
danced with her, the dance we danced
together in the long ago. she gave to
Louis Vance, the very man came
near knocking down one evening at
her house for taking her picture from
her album and putting it in his breast
pocket, with some silly, spooney re-
mark about his heart How her mother
glared at me rs | snatched it from his
hand and she said, with cool drawl
Pray, Mr.. Brown, what is it to youy
Deuce take her lovely, exasperating,
bewitching impudence! She well knew
what it was to me. the golden-haired
lily-white little hypocrite. suppose
she'll marry that Van Rensselaer" -
and he muttered something which
didn't sound like a blessing between
his teeth" or some of his set, not one
of whom is worthy to hold her fan.
the bonnie wee thing, as our old
Scotch nurse used to y"-breaking
of with what in a woman we would
call hysterical laugh % say, sis,
are you asleepg You needn't say a
word, my butterfly; just shake your
head.
The worsted things and walls that
formed the butterily's cocoon moved
slowly and with difficulty from side to
side.
All right, dear. | feel as though
| must talk of her tonight, and to
whom can | talk but you, my darling ?
my little sister, who has never with
held her love and sympathy from me,
God, bless her. But, Cora, if any poor
fellow had loved you all his life long.
and you had led him to believe for
many years that you returned his af.
lection. and then. growing richer, as
he, through no fault of his own, grew
poorer-if you turned away from him
and smiled upon those who were only
his superiors in wealth and position,