Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-02-21
The Misdirected Valentine
GIT is BETTER AS 1T is. "

"It will soon be Valentine day." said
pretty Rose Fleming to her cousin
Frances, as they sat by glowing coal
fire one cold evening early in February.
"Would you like to receive valen-
tine Mis- Rossh2o" o%sho was asksa Vsfy Nj N5eh ID be
found at the pleasant fireside OF the
Fleming family.
eyes, I really should answered
Rose, blushing as she met his gaze Tor
Philip Lindsay possessed pair OF very
expressive dark eyes.
"Then hope you will be fortunate
enough to get one. And you, Miss
Frances?" he asked, turning to that
Young lady, "are you sufficiently un-
fashionable to wish to receive valen-
tine ?"
The color deepened in the fair cheek
of Frances but she did not raise her
dark ewes from her work, as she replied
"Well, yes I must plead guilty to
the fact. have not seen such thing
since I was quite a little girl"
Mr.. Lindsay smiled at the avowal
from the usually proud Miss Fleming
and said, as he rose to take leave:
"Well, young ladies, am going. to
New York tomorrow, and I hope before
I return that Cupid will have been
polite enough to remember you.
"I will certainly show you mine If he
does" said Rose, as he shook hands
Frances said nothing ; but her hand re-
! ceived a warm pressure, and PHILIP
J Lindsay's parting glance was fixed OIL
| har ere he closed the door,
"Isn't he handsome ?" exclaimed
Rose, as soon as he had left the house
$50 different from all our other visitors
too he always has something interest
ing to say" Her cousin did not seen
to hear these laudatory remarks, as sh
did not reply. Frances, are 20!
sleepy? You don't answer me. Don
you like Philip Lindsay3" France
looked up with smile that rare an
radiant smile of hers, which was like
. soft burst of sunlight when it shon
over her usually composed countenance
"I hear you, dear; but [ was jus
trying to make up my mind about Mi
Lindsay: yes, I believe I do like him.
"Well, now that you have decided
let's go up stairs, for I want to go
sleep and dream of my valentine"
"You silly Rosebud, do you really g,
pect one ?" answered Frances, as 81
rose and prepared to leave the room
holding her pretty work-basket IN OF
hand, while the other arm was claspt
lovingly round the slender waist of b
2 cousin, whose lovely golden head on
- reached the shoulder of the stately, dar
haired Frances.
"Of course do, and so do you,
YOU would confess it, and Rose laugh
merrily as they assembled the stairs.
The fourteenth of February dawn
most unpleasantly, with drizzling re
falling, much to Roses disgust, and s
awoke early, thinking of her expect
valentine.
She knew the postman would not
round until ten o'clock, but, nevertl
less she took up her station at the W
dow directly after breakfast. At lene
her patience was rewarded by the
,un. pearance of the dripping hat and oils
cape of Oupid's messenger.
"Miss Frances Fleming, Miss Il
n, Fleming" he said, handing in two la
zvs envelopes.
"Oh, Frances" cried Rose, eco
here as fast as you can Oh, wha
oods beauty |" as she drew it from its
and velope. :.
It was one of the prettiest of it's ki
having in the center tiny mirror, c
.n ningly inserted. While she was adj
Y ing the pictures and devices round
y borders; a note dropped from the
~ terror. 1t had no address, neither
it sealed, SO she opened it with Il
bling fingers. There was no head
the writer rushed at once into the
ieot:
n. j "Pardon me that I have taker