The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1877-03-01

you We. II n Nru thu are tpplt~biN
proud. not she. When she went abroad
She lett us rich : when SHE came back
she found rs povr ami vet She had only
been home two days when she sought us
ont And how did You receive herr In
the coldcSt manner and then mved and
swore when she WAS guug-you needn't
contradict me; / distinctly remember
two very wicked wuyds YOU said because
she dgdnt rush into yuur arms aui kiss
yuu at meeting, us she did az parting,
three years before, Can't You under
Stand yuu horrid, splendid old boy, that
What Is Just allowable in "A glrl of fifteen
would be highly improper in Young
lady ot eighteen And Nou'Vv only
called upon her once since her return
once IN six long months and pray what
did your lordshlp DO ON that occasion
Stowled and grnwled and snapped at
Louis Vance IN such ieroclous manner
that he told my Frcd-poor Fred what
a pity they're taking count of stock to-
night he actually thought, with "a
little chuckle, "yuu were losing Nour
senses, And what's more, Mr.. Harold
Brown and the dimplei chm is thrust
forward drtiautly-"l think. and s0 does
Fred. that its Your duty 10 apologize for
the way You behaved that evening And
don't believe she's engaged to Dan Van
Rensselaer, at all That WAS only rlmor
that haated over here from Paris and |
see no reason why you should accept il for
the blessed truth any more than vuu 10
the thousand and one idle reports that
are always floating abOut And Harold,
II Won really love her, why don't YOU tell
her so2 Fred told me the moment he
found ont Bat there | shan't talk any
more it's no use.
d" Ii Is not. declares Harold, with em-
phasls =" for unless. by some unforeseen
turn IN the wheel OF fortune, she becomes
rs poor Us myself, and don't believe the
wheel contemplates any such turn. | shall
never speak OF love 10 Miss Alberta Lee
kude, obstinate. wretchad boy :"
scullS the little sister 81 wash my
hands of you. Ii you insist upon being
unhappy, be Sc. Not another word do You
hear from me tonight, for my breath Is
al frozen on my veil, making II stiif and
uncomfortable, and I've reason o. think,
notwithstanding my promise to the con
trary, my big brother, I'm going 10
SueeLe.
My darling, cries the big brother.
"N~-~-'~-N+N 40 -A-f' s&N N@AA AN'NtANts 'N
another skv. or moon. or cloud, ur what
ever you call Thought il as | came
along for fear -
"Har. interrupts Cora. solemnly,
"if y0u wrap another thing about me.
even il il be the finest gossamer, l shall
cease 70 breathe" and she twlues the
veil she had uniolded about the lower
part Of her face again, and relapses into
silence.
Here she is-aud time, 1 think.
says Harold, ms blue eyes flashing with
No pleasant light, as laughing party
ran down the steps OF thc Lee mansion
and crowded into the empty sleigh
Aud, thunder and Mars that internal
Dan Van Rensselaer, Is az her side.
G'la1g, Ned p sayagely. And away
they all start, laughing. singing and
shouting rs only young people sleigh
riding on fine moonlight night can
laugh and sing and shout
An hours ride, and then a stop Of an
hd@r or two at an old fashioned hotel for
o dance l;he sole music for which was
furnished by q very old violiul and
supper.
At the supper an enormous turkey
presided, hanked by crisp salads, broiled
quIls. and the various pies of the caun.
try; but he. the turkey. didn't preside
long, for he was soon reduced TO much
less than a skeleton; and then the sleiehs
were brought from the stable, and the
heads of the horses TUNED homeward;
and the good natgred laullalv and the
rel haired clambermaid and Dan Van
Rensselaer, and his chums had all thew
cOuld do IN the way Of searching for ar
ticles Of wearing apparel, and helping ON
jackets, and holding shawls and clouks.
and tying wells, for az least fifteen min
utes.
Hurry mp. at length shouts some
one from outside, Z" if You want to get 10
the city before the moon tuus her back
on u.s. and down stairs they 60 Pe.l-
NELL, halter-skelter and Jump and tum-
ble, and are lifted into tn sleighs again.
Harold Brown grasps his own particu-
lar charge from the group as they reach
the roadside, and carefully seating her
in his SLEIGH, heaps the heavy robes
around her and springs in himself
Hundreds Of silvery bells jingle to-
getaer in pleasant discurd. and away
they speed for home once more.
'' How lovely she looked tonight"
A+tlS tk#ttatA a. kf+& u 4tht minutes 81
lcnce. a" You needn't speak, toad. After
that warm room and the dance and the F,
supper it is more necessary than ever
that You should be careful All / ask Of
YOU is to listen. As 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 II an insult | can't and won't
stand. Did you ever see such hair p !
spun gold And how charmiugly she /
wears Il part in a wreath about her r
pretty head, and part floating free over
her pretty shoulders. Blondes, There's !
only one blonde In the worl3, and that's
Alberta Lee. Her skin is like the snow
with the moonlight on it; and being I
beautiful because she is so fair, sup
pose it wouldn't be fair in me 70 even
dream Of her turning Brown. HI, Ned ,
Good heavens , the intelligent brute
heard that dreadful attempt at a joke,
and tried to run away. 5000, old fell =
low won't do it again. AMI she
never spoke to me, Cora. And vet .
when we were boy ami girl together I've g
stolen many kiss from that sweet red !
mouth unreproycd, aud she used to call +
me . My Harold Let me see-that r
must have been eight years ago. And !
then, rs she grew older, she grew more
shy; but / 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
Tor me. And the dance ! should have
liked to have danced with her the dance b
we danced together in the long ago. c
she gave to Louis Vance, the very man /,
| came near knocking down one even a
ing at her house for taking her picture I
from her album aud putting it in his b
breast pocket, with some silly, spooney I
remark about his heart. How her moth a
er glared at me as / snatched il from "
his hand and she said, with a cool /
drawl Pray, Mr.. Brown, what is it TO r
youY Deuce take her lovely, exasperat- r.
ing, bewitching impudence She well Il
knew what it was to me, the golden T.
haired hly-white little hypocrite / n
suppose she'll marry that Van Rensse- IL
laer and he muttered something which Il
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