River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1877-03-08

ferocious manner that he told my FREQ
poor Fred what pity they're tax
ing account of stock tonight The aetu
ally thought" what a little chucxle
'yOu were losing your senses. AnC
what's more, Mr.. Harold Brown
and the dimpled chin is thrust forward
defiantly-s'I think, and so does Fred
that it's your duty to apologize for the
way you behaved that evening. AnC
I don't believe she's engaged to Oar
Van Rensselaer, at all. That was only
a rumor that f1oated over here from
Paris. and see no reason why yoT
should accept it for the blessed truth
any more than you do the thousand
and one idle reports that are always
/ floating about. And, Harold, il you
really love her, why don't you tell hel
sol Fred told me the moment he
found IL out. But there shan talh
any more it's no use.
at is not" declares Harold, with
emphasis; "for unless, by some unfore
seen turn in the wheel of fortune, she
becomes as poor as n self, aud don't
believe the wheel cOntemplates any
such turn, shall never speak of love
to Miss Alberta Lee"
Crude, obstinate, wretched boyl''
scolds the little sister; 81 wash my
hands clear of you. IL you insist upon
being unhappy, be so. Not another
word do you hear from me tonight, for
my breath is all frozen on my veil,
making il stiff and uncomfortable, and
I've reason to think, notwithstanding
my promise to the contrary, my big
brother I'm going to sneeze."
"My darling" cries the big brother
funlbling in his great coat pockets,
1--WE another sky, or moon, or what
ever you call it, here-bought it as
came along for fear"
"Har." interrupts Cora, solemaly,
"If you wrap another thing about me
if it be the finest gossamer, | shall
cease to breathe" and she twines the
veil she had unfolded about the lower
part of her face again, and relapsed in
TO silence.
"Here she s, and time, l think, "
says Harold, his blue eyes flashing with
no pleasant light, as laughing party
ran down the steps of the Lee mansion
and crowded into the empty sleigh.
"And. thunder and Marsl that internal
Dan Van Rensselaer, Is at her side,
G'lang Nedi'' savagely. And away they
all stat, laughing singing, and shout
ing as only young people sleigh-riding
on fine moonlight night can laugh and
sing and shout.
An hours ride, and then stop of
an hour or two at an old-fashioned
country hotel-would there were more
of them for a dance 1.-THE sole music
for which was furnished by a very old
violin, played by still older darkey,
who, tho dance ended, proceeded to
display his musical skill with much
rolling of the eyes and stamping of
the right foot, by performing compo-
sition of lis own, the theme being
1.-The Queen Bees Visit to the Garden
of Roses" and the most noticeable
point in which was a "hum-um-um, :"
commencing pianissimo, crescendo to
fortissimO, and then diminuendo until
the Queen Bee flew away again. and a
supper.
AT the supper an enormous turkey
presided hanked by crisp salads,
broiled quails, and the various pies of
the country; but he, the turkey, didn't
preside long, for he WAS soon reduced
TO much less than skeleton and then
the sleighs were brought from the sta
BILE, and the heads of the houses, moth
ing lOath, turned homeward and the
goOd-natured land lady, and the red
haired chamber-maid, and Dan Van
Rensselaer, and his chums had all they
could do in the way of searching for
articles OF wearing apparel, and help
ing on jackets, and holding shawls and
clOaks, and tying wells, for at least fif-
teen minutes.
Hurry up" at length shouts some
one from the outside, if you want to
get to the city before the moon turns
her back on u.s." and down stairs they
go 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.
Hundreds of silvery bells jingle to-
gether in pleasant discord; the old
darkey, whose Queen Bee has never ex-
tracted so much honey with an IN"
from the garden roses before filings
his battered hat iL the air and shouts,
"Hurrah - and then seizes his
violin and plays "Hail, Columbia" as
though every note was soldier of l776;
and away they speed for home once
more.
"How lovely she looked tonight -
begins Harold, after a hve-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 ask of you is to listen. Asa listener
you can't be surpassed, although as a
talker, like most women, you are apt
to get things a little confused. But
don't 60 to sleep, for that is an insult
| can't and | won't stand. Did you
ever see much hair !-spun gold J And
how charmingly she wears 1t part in
a wreath about her pretty head, and
part floating free cvr her pretty
shoulders. Blondes ! There's only
one blonde IN the world, and that &
Alberta Lee. Her skin is like the
snow with the moonlight on it; and
being beautiful because she is so fair,
suppose it wouldn't be fair in me to
even dream of her hair turning Brown
Hi, Nedl 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 CIR
together, I've stolen many kiss from
tina. sweet red mouth unreproved, anC
she used to call me MY Harold Lee
me see-that must have been eigh
years ago.
And then, as she grew older, sh'
grew more shy but | was Harold
still, often dear Harold until he
father. who shows what an idiot he is
in spite of his years, by encouragin,
that greater idiot, Van Rensselaer,
/ mazda that lucky hit in Wall street am