The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-04-14

And then the birds, so like burned
chips that they could not be told from
the toast on which they lay, came on, and
went off as they came
"A swallows flight, !" whispered Kate
"They dip their wings in tears and
skim away"
And thereat there appeared so extraor-
binary dessert, the sponge-cake of
which so exactly resembled boiled fan
mel, as Cousin Fanny candidly remarked,
that, veXed in soul, the worthy dame de-
clared; 81 must say, Wicked waste
makes woful want"
{" don't know what you mean" said
Flora 81 call it an excellent dinner.
There was soup, and fish, and roast, and
entrees" checking them Oft on her fin
gers.
go there therew said Cousin Fan
ny, whose cue was to let the girl display
all her fine qualities, as she afterw ard
said.
GA great deal more of a dinner" re-
turned Flora, angrily, "then you ever
get at home, pll be bound" And, as
Mrs. Hounslow rose, Miss Furlong
swept by the astonished Lawrence, muir
muring as she tossed her head: q
| thought that would fetch her"
Slang from those perfect lips! Such
temper behind that perfect beauty! Such
incapacity in those lovely hands! Such
stupidity in that lovely head! Lawrence
walked five miles in the pouring rain,
and came home with his incipient pas
sion quite thoroughly wet down.
Somehow after that dinner things
j seemed to flag. Miss Furlong had not
/ quite recovered her temper, and there
was no spirit in the others. In the even
ings Lawrence did not seem to remem-
Der that there was conservatory. Mrs.
Hounslow and Cousin Fanny kept ex-
changing glances; the old witches were
sure that the philter had worked, but
they hardly dared to breathe: But, in
reality, to Louise Mandell nothing
| tagged. Whether because she was in
the house with Lawrence; because now
and then he spoke with her, listened
| when she sang, took her book and read
some pages; because Lawrence seemed
now to look over Miss Furlong, through
her, anywhere but at her; or because her
own nature was so joyous, and she
| couldn't help it-she was gayer than a
lark andAtilled the house with sunshine
Z" 1t has been a week in paradise" said
! she.
ITO compare a country-house in an
easterly gale to paradisep' said Miss Fur
| long.
g 1t would depend upon whether you
were in it, Miss Louise" said Lawrence.
And then Louise colored higher and
higher, and grew redder than a rose, and
| Lawrence wondered why he had never
thought that little girl little beauty
| before.
The sun came out on Sunday morning
| Just as the music-boX ran down in the
middle of Loves Young Dream" and
Miss Furlong announced that she was
about to leave for home. OF course
there was all polite objection and in the
midst of it the surprise of a furry of
shippers and bushes on that beautiful
mask of hers. cob" she said, in an
aside to Kate Farley, when-when-
oh, really-when persons going to be
married, there is no time to lose, and
Mr. Wilder"
4Alo 1IouHSiO" opI uhS LlOlil ACi SN'u
which she but just taken, and almost
upset the trimming urn in her haste to
emphasize the fact by embraces and con-
gratulations. 60 am so glad for you!
It's such splendid marriagem she cried
and unable to hinder it another moment
after all her anxiety, she burst into a
flood of tears, which Miss Furlong at
tributed to interest in herself, but which
were really due to the glance she had of
Lawrence coming in from the garden
with Louise, and of Louise wearing
at her breast the white rose she had
given Lawrence herself a half hour since
as they waited for breakfast.
"Just as l told you," said Cousin
Fanny, as she stitched away on some of
Louises wedding embroidery. "Highly
developed jelly-fishes, the best of them.
But, if had to eat that dinner over, l
wouldn't like to try again that expert
ment. "-Harriet Prescott Sp3tord.