The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1877-02-28

rose that all are praising is not the rose
for me-. And the dance I should have
liked to have danced with her, the dance
We danced together in the long ago,
she gave to Louis Vance, the very man
I came near knocking down one even
ing at her house for taking her picture
from her album and putting it in his
breast pocket, with some silly, spooney
remark about his heart. How her moth
er glared at me rs I snatched it from
his hand! and she said, with cool
drawl Pray, Mr.. Brown, what is it to
you?' Deuce take her lovely, exasperat-
ing, bewitching impudence She well
knew what it was to me, the golden
haired lily-white little hypocrite I
suppose she'll marry that Van Rensse-
laer and he muttered something which
didn't sound like blessing between his
teeth" or some of his set, not one of
whom is worthy to hold her fan, the
bonnie wee thing as our old Scotch
nurse used to say "-breaking off with
what in a woman we would call a hysteri-
cal laugh. 81 say, sis, are you asleep :?
You needn't say word, my butterfly;
just shake your head"
The worstcd things and wells that
formed the hutterfy's cocoon moved
slowly and with difficulty from side to
sile.
"All right, Gear. feel as though I
must talk OF her tonight, and to whom
can I talk but you, my darling ?-my
little sister, who has never withheld her
love and sympathy from me, God bless
her But, Cora, if any poor fellow had
loved you all his life long, and you had
led him to believe for many years that
you returned his affection, and then,
growing richer, as he, through no fault
of his own, grew poorer-if you turned
away from him and smiled upon those
who were only his superiors in wealth
and position, ia disown you. Mouse of
my life, I would indeed! -
"But suppose the poor fellow never
told his love when we met after long
separation ?" whispers the "mouse of
his ife."
"Iu words, you mean Pshaw there
o,o q bnndro1 1.oys in which q man tolls
;o i'; iano y ne'u nn5 S.o,nnr 40 tnows everr onn
of them by heart"
Nor "tbot when she returned from
abroad, she found him man so much
less manly than the youth she-had left
that he could stoop to believe that be-
cause he had become poor, as the world
aoas ebe cor,lI foroet the honnv honnv
5o1-s +}av boJ snant torether opd-ond
o"ss o"So5 ' CO. oaoh m othoro % Sunnoso thot be
@ lent n re- ready T ear T to silly reports about
i'nr ,-. " ono % for m ;ns+once ~ 81 That sha was % ON.
noaed m to bn morrieJ to THAT idiot Van
f"ss R5nsse1oer 10 ~ w
~ mCora S =,
No renlv
"Cora T saw
Perfact s;lance
uYou tormentinr little thing" -slak-
;,.+ har u. oantlr u,;tT his % strona r;obt hand
W :. mJi ,.l,u s sJn,t ,o,, ~ onsvor w me9 won,t
wy oUi I-;ss 'E" fo. u.eal, if ro,, don'+
;There's something nncanny about Won.
Where's vonr lisp? You had one a
sbnrt +;,ne 400. Won know Won did
C,ro p,
INV name is Alberta please, sir"
onJ The veil that had hidden her face
aa~. os;do onJ a lonr tress of ooldon
n, i,e;r SI,' aoatod ''Do ont | OWL hr;abtena1 tho
n;aht n;d ''''' ' CLAM
Tbe re;ns fell from Horold,s han,ls
Alberta % cn,1oht them skiIlfully
"Tis we'll" she sad "t}lat in those
DIVE"
For one moment her lover cazed at
her in onen.eved wonder Then he
oosned. EGreot heavens what fool !"
.tThont yon Mr. Rrovn said the
foir one with a smile.
"Not Won. Alberta - thunder and
Mars M but me- mvself-to he 50 near
AMI vet 80 far What a consummate y
sSk;n the hard words there isn't the
SLIGHTEST need of them. :" interrupted Al
berta, mischieyously. "Cora thought
shea like a ride in the big sleigh, and I
hadn't the heart to refuse the child.
Hone T haven't intruded. Mr.. Brown?
And now, rs we're turning into our street.
you'd better take the reins again"
alberta - BERTHE - sweetheart, say
something kind to me before we part, "
he pleads, grasping both the reins and
the little hands that'hold them.
"What shall say, Mr.. Brown ?"
He bends his head and looks earnestly
in her face. "Say Harold first"
"Harold,'" she repeats, with saucy
smile, and then wrestling her hands away,
she sinks back and leans her head on his
shoulder, which droops to meet it, and
goes on in softened voice: "Im 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 i'm