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

Psrfect sileEce s4 ,AsI4
You tormenting little thing
shaking her gently with his strong
right hand" why don't you answer
me? won't give you a kiss for a
week if you don't. There something
uncanny about you. Where's your
lisp? You had one short time ago
you know you did. Corar' ~
"My names Alberta, please, sir;''
and the vail that had hidden her face
few aside, and q long tress of golden
hair tioated out and frightened the
night.
The reins fell from Harold's hands.
Alberta caught them skillfully. t.,..
"'Tis well, she said, "that in those
by-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 a
fool"
"Thank you, Mr.. Brown" said the
fair one, with smile. at.g ~
"Not you, Alberta-thunder and
Mars no, but me, myself--to be so
near and yet SO far What a consum-
mate"
"Skip the hard words; there ism t
the slightest need of them" inter
rupted Alberta, mischievously. /" Cora
thought she'd like ride in the big
sleigh, and l hadn't the heart to re-
fuse the child. Hope I haven't in
truded, Nh. Brown And now, as
we're turning into our street, you'd
better take the reins again"
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., say
something kind to me before we part, T"
he pleads, grasping both the reins and
the little hands that hold them. 81
"What shall l say, Mr.. Brown ?"
He bends his head and looks earn
estly in her face. "Say Harold
| first ,w q FFgrr ga ~ T
Harold" she repeats, with a
saucy smile, and then wrestling her
hands away, she sinks lack and leans
her head on his shoulder, which droops
to meet it, and goes on in softened
voice: I" 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 impairment
remarks about him, cares nothing for
wealth and position, compared to my
happiness; and l, myself, 'lily-white
little hypocrite' to the contrary,
haven't the slightest objection to turn
| ing Brown, my Harold"
| "GOd bless YOU. dearestr'
I" Yes, yes, but don't kiss me just
now, please. We're at our own door,
aid the light of the street lamp is fall.
ing full upon us, and there's dear old
anxious papa peeping out, trying tc
catch a glimpse of his only son and
| heiress."
Goodnight" goodnight" re.
sounded from every side as each par.
ticular sleigh started for that particu-
lar place to which its particular party
belonged, 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 hap.
Ply owner, with Cora, his little sister,
who had suddenly appeared at his side,
on one arm, and Alberta, his pretty
sweetheart, on the other, assembled the
marble steps.
Papa" called out Alberta, as they
entered the hall, Mr.. Harold Brown
has. been behaving in dreadful man
ner. He has called me all sorts OF
names, abused me most shamefully tC
my face. actually shaken me, and
worst of all. declared he wouldn' kiss
me for week. Send John to look
after Ned-poor horse, he isn't to
blame-and then / demand that yor
| demand an explanation. "-Hdrper',
Weekly.
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