The Republican journal., 1877-03-01

gether, and-and cared for each other
Suppose that he lent a ready ear to silly
reports about her-one, for instance tina
she was to be married TO that idiot Van
Rensselaer,"
Cora p
No reply
Cora, say II
Perfect silence.
You tormenting little thing shaking
her gently with his strong right hand
"why don't you answer me? | won't give
you kiss t0r a week il you don't There,
something uncanny about you. Where's
your lispo You had one a short time
ago; you know you did. Cora ~
My names Alberta, please sir;' ano
the veil that had hidden her face flew
aside, and d long tres5 Of golden hail
tloated out and frightened the night
The reins fell from Harolds hands Al
berta caught them skillfully.
lis 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,
threat heavens. what 4 fool! ~
Thank you. Mr.. Brown said the fair
ono with q smile
mot >ou. Alberta = the thunder and
Mars no, but me, myself-to be SO near
and yet SO far. What a consummate-''
''Skip the hard words there isn't the
slightest need of them,n interrupted AL
berta mischievously Cora thought she
would like to ride in the big sleigh, and
hadn't the heart to refuse the child Hope
| haven't intruded, Mr., Brown? And now.
q & a. n N Il
better take the reins again"
Alberta-Bertie--s say some
thing kind to me before we part, he pleads
grasping both the reins and the little hands
that hold them
"What shah l say, MIR, Brown ?"
lie bends his head and looks earnestly
in her face. Say Harold first
4" Harold" size repeats, with q saucy
smile, and then wrestling her hands away,
she sinks back and leans her head on his
shoulder. which droop3 to meet it, and
goes on in Il soitened voice: lin not en-
gagged 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 hap
piness, and | myself, lily white little
hypocrlte to the contrary, haven't the
slightest objection 10 turning Brown, my
Harold"
"God bless you, dearest''
~ es, Yes. but don't kiss me Just now,
please. We're at our own door, and the
light OF the street lamp is falling full upon
us, and there's dear old nyous papa peep
ing out, trying to catch I glimpse OF his
only son and heiress"
Good night, goodnight" resounded
from every side as each particular sleigh
started for that particular place to which
its particular party belonged. with the ex-
ceptlon of the sleigh in charge of the horse
called Ned
That remained in front OF the dwelling
of the "princess,' while its happy owner,
with Cora, his little sister. who had sud-
denly appeared at his side, on one arm,
and Alberta, his pretty sweetheart, on the
other. ascended the marble steps.
Papa called cut Alberta. rs they en-
tered the hall, "Mr. Harold Brown has
been behaving in dreadful manner. He
has called me all sorts Of names, abused
me most shametully to my face, actually
shaken me. and worst Of all, declared he
wouldn't kiss me for week. Send John
10 look after Ned poor horse, he isn't to
blame-ind then / demand that Yot de-
mand an explanation THarper's Weekly