The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1878-11-14
cupation of peeling onions behind the

big roller towel.
And Mr.. Raymond Abbott walked
in accordingly.
Il beg your pardon, Miss Georgia,
said he. rather blandly, 1 didn't know
l should disturb you.
'Oh, you're not disturbing me at all,
said George, serenely, resting one
dimple-dotted, rosy elbow on the wasi
board, and looking at him like prac
ticalized copy of one of Guido's angel!
out OF q cloud OF soapy steam.
But ne went on,'I was going tc
ask one of the servants for a basket tC
bring fish home in.'
Il will get it for you with pleasure,
said George.
And as she turned to the dresser
her sister answered the puzzled ex
preston Of Mr.. Abbott's face.
you arc surprised to see George
doing that?' said she, with gesture
toward the pIebeian tub. Sand l DOM
wonder. But it's only for a frolic-s
wager. Girls will do such things, you
know!'
But George heard the last words
and turned around with crimsoncd
cheeks and sparkling eyes.
1t is not frolic,' said she. and it's
not wager. It's serious, sober ear
nest. 1 am doing the washing because
Katrina has sprained her ankle and
there is no one else but grandmamma
to do it.
'Indeed-!' said Mr.. Abbott. 'And
can't help you?
Yes George promptly made an
swer. You can carry that basket of
clothes out to the bleaching ground for
me.
'GeorgieI exclaimed her sister, as
Mr.. Abbott cheerily shouldered the
load and strobe away in the direction
indicated by Georgie's pointing finger.
He asked me- said George.
shouldn't have asked him!
Judge Abbott's son. groaned Mary
'The richest man in Ballston! He'll
never ask yo to go out rowing on the
lake with him again.
But the temperance of the gentle
man in question put a stop to the dis
cussion.
miss Georgia. said he, 1 would
have hoisted them upon the rigglngs
for you, but the wind takes them of
so.
'That's because you needed the
clothes-pins,' said George, handing
them to him with alacrity.
Couldn't you come and help?' said
Mr.. Abbott, wlstfully. Two can
manage so much better than one.
sOh, I'll come and help said Geor-
gle, sand be glad to get my clothes out
drying.
She tied on her small gingham sun.
bonnet. and ran out into the yellow
September sunshine, while Mary
burst out crying with mingled vexa.
lion and anger.
4 shall never get over the disgrace
Of it in the world she said -'never
never. George has no dignity-nc
proper pride! No; don't speak to mt
grandma, or I shall say something
dreadful. I declare I've mind never
to own her as sister again!
X X X
Have you finished the washing
said Mr.. Raymond Abbott.
sYes, I've finished it, said Georgia
Lennox. But 1 shouldn't like to carr
my living as a laundress. 1t is very
tiresome business.
Georgia was cooling off under th'
, shadow of the frost grapevines ia th'
woods, with book in her hand, ant
the curly locks blown back from he
pretty Spanish forehead.
Mr.. Abbott looked admiringly down
on her. All his life long, his expert
ence had lain among the smiling, ar
tidcial dolls of conventional society
He had admired George Lennox tht
first time he had ever seen her; bu
that days experience ofhe frank, true
nature had given depth and earnest
ness to the feeling.
Miss Lennox,' he said, do yor
know what 1 have been thinking o
} since we hung out those towels and
tablecloths together?
Haven't the least idea,' said uncon
scious George, tanning herself will
two grape-leaves pinned together will
q thorn.
Il have been thinking said he, 'tha
should like my wife to be just sucl
8 woman as you are.
"a washer&omau? said George
trying TO laugh off her bushes.
Il am quite in earnest, Georgie,' hi
said, leaning over her. Dear George
will you be my wife?
'But l am only q aworking-girl,' sai6
Ingenious George, beginning to trem
BILE all oyer, and half inclined to cry
eve are type. settlers, Mary and l, and
we are very poor.
my own love. you are rich in al
that heart could wish = pleaded Alb
bott. taking both her hands IN his
'and waut you for my own
Raymond Abbott had iancied Geor
gle Lenuox when he saw her playiDs
croquet, in pale pink muslin, with ;
tea-rose in her halr; but the divine
flame OF love first stirred in his hear
when she looked at him through tht
vapory clouds of the wash-tub-Gni
dos angel folding her wings in s farm
house Kitchen.
Just so curiously are romance ani
reality blended together iii the world
'PRIsoNER at the bar,' said the Judg;
'is there anything you wish to say be
fore sentence is passed upon you