The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1877-02-22

house, for taking her picture from her
album and putting it in his breast peck
ct, with some silly, spooney remark
about his heart. How her mother
glared at me as / snatched it from his
hand and she said with cool drawl,
Pray, Mr.. Brown, what is it to you ,"
Deuce take her lovely, exasperating,
bewitching impudence! She will know
what it was to me, the golden-haired,
lily-white little hypocrite l suppose
she'll marry that Van Rensselaer,
and he muttered something which
didn't sound ike 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 say" breaking Oft
with what in a woman we would call
hysterical laugh. 81 say, sis, are you
asleep? You needn't say word, my
butterfly; Just shake your head"
The worsted things and wells that
formed the butterhy's cocoon me ed
slowly and with difficulty from side to
side.
GAN right, dear. feel as though I
must talk of her tonight, and to whom
can / talk but you, my darling my
little sister, who has never withheld 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 affection, 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 we're only his superiors in wealth
and position, I'd disown you. Mouse
of ny life, would indeed !!
"But suppose the '..poor fellow never
told his love when we met after long
separation" whispers "the mouse of
his life"
ain words, you mean? Pshaw !
There are hundred ways in which a
man tells his love, and woman knows
every one of them by heart
"But suppose" in another faint
whisper, "that when she returned from
abroad, she found him a man so much
less manly than the youth she had left
that he could stoop to believe that be-
cause he had become poor, as the world
goes, she could forget the happy, hap
Ply days they had spent together, and
and cared for each other! Suppose
that he lent a ready ear to silly reports
about heroine, for instance, that she
was engaged to be married to that
idiot Van Rensselaer, ?''
"Cora !"
No reply.
"Cora, 1 sayw
Perfect silence.
"You tormenting little thing" -shak-
ing her gently with his strong right
hand" why don't you answer me? l
won't give you kiss for week if you
don't. There's something uncanny
about you. Where's your lisp? You
had one a short time ago; you know
you did. Corap'
"My names Alberta, please SIR"
and the veil that had hidden her face
flew aside, and 8 long tress of golden
hair hoated out and frightened the
night.
The reins fell from Harold hands.
Alberta caught them skillfully.
"'Tis WE'LL" she said, "that in those
hy-gone days you taught me how to
drive"
For one moment her lover gazed at
her in open-eyed wonder. Then he
gasped, Great heavens what fool %
"Thank you, Mr.. Brown" said the
fair one with a smile.
"Not you, Alberta-thunder and
Mars no, but me, myself-to be SO
near and yet SO far. What consum-
mate"
"Skip the hard words; there isn't the
slightest need of them," interrupted
Alberta mischievously. "Cora thought
she would like to ride in such a sleigh,
and | hadn't the heart to refuse the
child. Hope l haven't intruded, Mr..
Brown? And now, as we're turning
into our own street, you'd better take
the reins again"
alberta - Berthe - sweetheart, say
something kind to me before we part"
he pleads gasping both the reins and
the little hands that hold them.
"What shall 1 say, Mr.. Brown"
He bends his head and looks earnest
ly in her face. "Say Harold first. !"
Harold" she repeats, with saucy
smile, and then wrestling her hands
away, she sinks back and leans back on
his shoulder, which droops to meet it,
and goes on in a softened voice: "I'm
not engaged to Dan Van Rensselaer,,
whom you, with charming consistency,
Call an idiot for being in love with me;
and my papa, who is the dearest and
best papa in the whole world, in spite of
your impertinent remarks about him,
cares nothing for wealth and position,
compared to my happiness, and my
self, 'ily-white little hypocrite' to the
contrary, haven't the slightest objection
to turning Brown, my Harold"
"God bless you dearest!"
Yes, yes, but don't kiss me Just
now, please. We're at our own door.
and the light of the street lamp is fall
ing full upon us, and there's dear old
anxious papa peeping out, trying to
catch a glimpse of his only son and
heir ess."
Goodnight" goodnight" re-
sounded from every side as each par
ticular sleigh started for that particular
place to which its particular party be-
longed, with the exception of the sleigh
in charge of the horse called Ned.
That remained in front of the dwell
ing of the princess" while its happy
owner, with Cora, his little sister, who
had suddenly appeared at his side on
one arm, and Alberta, his pretty sweet
heart, on the other, assembled the mar
BILE steps.
r~pa, called out AIperta, as Unoy
entered the hall, "Mr. Harold Brown
has been behaving in dreadful man.
ner. He has called me all sorts of
abused me most shamefully
to my face, actually shaken me, and
worst of all, declared he wouldn't kiss
me for a week. Send John to look
after Ned-poor horse he isn't to blame
and then 1 demand that you demand
an explanation"
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