The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1878-03-14
VOLUME XI.

meek darhng-I don't get my temper
from her-have said II she hat seen me 2
As for Anthony, he wasn't the least
hit frightencl. hut caught the fist, and
shut it up in his strong right hand like
something in n box.
Il hate Won - | cElcl Nobody
ever treated me So before
"But how many have you treated 81 p
he asked, with "A smile; and | couldn' I
help thinking how handsome he looked
in the silver moonlight
Everybody has always done what
ever wanted them 70 do" went on,
stamping my foot
And consequently spoiled you. " said
he.
"What did You hove me for, if I'm not
not nice2"
Because know the moment | saw
you, YOU wee thing, YOU were my fate
thought you were nice then. and want
ell ~ take you IN my arms the moment
you smiled ON me
"Anj now p
Aud nov think you oad-temper-
Ell, selfish, williul, unreasonable girl. "
Indeed ," and | wrenched my hand
sway uAt uot hvLNit nc L4A1l AAHSCNA II
with the most provoking cnolness.
"Then We'll part, unless you change your
opinion Immediately, aud promise never
10 speak 70 Netta Brooke again.
II shall make no such silly promise.
Barbara" Good gracious the idea OF
his calling me Barbara - have prom
ised 10 drive her 70 the depot tomorrow. 4"
"YOu return tO the city together ?"
"We return by the same train, as we
have done a dozen times before.
&C., said /, almost beside myself
with rage, II never want 70 see you
again.
"Are Won sure. Barbara p he asked
( quite sure think you had better
wait for day or two before you bauish
me If by the dav after tomorrow
your birthday-you still hate me. send
me word 10 that effect, and | will, the
moment your note is read. accept posi-
,ion offered me this morning, and start
for a home beyond the sea Goodnight,
Miss Darling. -
Goodnight. Mr.. Ditto"
And he strobe away up the road, and
picked up nv ring and stole into the
house, and cried as though my heart
would break II was 50 cruel Of him 10
be unkind to poor little thing like me.
The next morning, as | sat on the
front porch darning the children's stock
ipgs-dear me il seems 10 me every
time stocking-darujnS time comes around
that there never could be another family
with SO many legs as ours-Anthony
drove past with Meta Brooke AT his side.
hid behind the stocking basket until
they were ont Of sight, and then | flew
10 nv desk and wrote rs bitter note IS
a woman twice NV size could have writ
ten. and I sent il TO the village post
Office that very evening hy our little
servant-maid ..
Our little servant maid is q pretty lit
tie maid, with large honest gray eyes. a
small red mouth, bright chestnut hair,
a pleasant smile. a neat, plump figure, f.
and remarkably cheerful disposition. I
And a clever little maid she is, too can
wash and iron and cook. md 10 n hun /
dred other things; but she possesses /
one taste which interferes sadly with {
the performance OF her domestic duties .
the most insatiate hunger for litera-
ture, which she gratifies whenever she .
finds an opportunity. in season or ont of .
season, morn, noon. or night. /
Potatoes and stews are burned. bread, .
cakes, and pies baked tn cinders. doors .
left open all night, breakfasts delayed, .
lunches forgotten, dinners served too .
early or late-nll on account Of this love .
of reading which characterizes our little .
servant-maid.
l. - 1an
giving her her bath, by letting the dar /
hng's head slip under the water. while I
she devoured story in a Hdrper's 4,
Weekly she hal taken from table near 4
hv She let nv canary escape while she /
removed his empty seed cup with one \
hand, and held Helen's Babies in the .
other. her eyes being fixed on the book. .
She spilled the soup one dinnnr-time
over papa's immaculate white vest while .
irving to peep At the magazine he was
glancing over. She set the hot flat-iron .
on our best damqsk tahle.clnth, and left .
IL there 10 in1elihlv imprint its triangu- (
lar portrait. while she hastily read a !
murder case in the morning paper. B
She could scarcely be got ont of bed [.
mornings. because she was tired and 1
sleepy from reading the book she had .
abstracted from the bookcase the night /.
before. and when she did get mp she 4
actuallv sat before the dreary-looking .
stove for half an hour or so, intently,
perusing the varions scraps OF newspaper /.
with which she should have been light \
ing the fire.
In short. il she had not been the most |
devoted, sunny. unseIfish, fond-of-us-all /
little creature. il would have been utterly 7
impossible for us 10 have stood the many .
mishaps and disasters that sprang from .
our servsnt-maid'sde s devotion toliterature. F.
As il was. papa said TO her when she 1
drenched him with soup: Another /.
occurrence OF this nature. and you 90. " |
And mamma said to her when she nearly /
drowned the baby Really, Eleanor,
If any thing rs dreadful "a this happens /
again. we must part" And ] said 10 /
her when she freed my song-bird: "The |
verv next wrong thing you do while I
reading" and / made n significant |
pause and looked.
eyes, miss" 4aid Nellie, meekly, !
W IN the tears in her gray eyes, which F,
didn't prevent her, as soon as she veached !
the kitchen; bursting out with "Why,
why, whv didst thou leave me7" to a
tune made up Of n strange combination
Of ."Old Dan Tucker and ''The Rms.
sian Hymn"
But with the exception of n turkey
nicely roasted and sent TO table retain
ing ifs crop and one or two other super
huous appendages to n turkey when
roasted. on account of "Red as a Rose
is She" and forgetting 10 put the yeust
in the bread one night because East
Lynne" lay beside the bread bowl,
Nellie had got into no trouble for several
months, and had gladly said 10 me, the
morning of the very day sent that hor-
rid letter $50, miss, shall be with
you another birthday. after all and
isn't that Monarch Of Minking Lane"
lovelyi read little bit OF it when /
was dusting the parlor, miss
Well, TO go back to naughty Barbara,
standing by the window, and gazing out
into the street.
Oh, how my heart ached How sorry
was for quarreling with my dear,
good, splendid Anthony The first
thing this morning, my birthday morn
ing-Last year [ was scarcely through
my breakfast when he came, bringing
me the lovliest set Of pearls-he will
get my cruel letter, and then, before
can send another to beg him to forgive
me, he will have started for that dread
full place away off goodness knows
where. "
"What possessed me-" said 10 nv