The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-09-03

She was sitting on the baak door
step, shelling peas; with a aid rom.
namon.rose bush showering ( pink
petals dewngn her: brown S Isef
hair, and her hazel eyes ted
beneath their long lashe fIile
Maude, the beauty of the family.
leaned outofthe window, i ei ,iett
| ty tresses screwed up in d5ikbibg
papers, and the gingham ri| #
bnttoned oarelossIy at tha "a
with ana nrnaansntal asaaz :.
the.way Of collars, friIls, or ribbon
bows; for Maude had been to apar-
.ty the night before, and had. slept
late. scolded her mother because the
coffee was cold, and absolutely de-
clined any interference with the
household affairs that morning.
EXACTLY like a corsairl" said
Maude, suppressing a yawn. aTall
and dark, with such great dia-
mond on his little finger, and eyes
like cherry wine. And he was so
surprised to think that Recognized
him through his Disguise"
"What costume did he assume?"
asked Eleanor May, who, not hav-
ing received an invitation to the
fancy dress ball at Mrs. Piping
toms, was naturally exceedingly in
quisitive on the subject.
"a pirate" said Maude, "with a
black velvet cap, you know, and
scarlet sash and cutlass. And he
declared that he wuold disguise him
self so completely the next time
that | couldn't possibly indentify
him, and he wagered a box of kid
gloves on the question"
81 suppose he means at Lizzie
Hooker's birthday party?" said o.
i've.
"of course" said Maude.
81 wish | could co. said Olive,
working diligently away at the
peas, that dropped like emerald
rain into the shining tin pan.
"Well, you can't" replied Maude,
shortly. "Mamma says she cannot
afford two fancy dresses, and Pm
the Oldest"
Eyes, l know" said Olive, meek
ly.
sAnd Mr.. Medlicote danced only
{ once with you last night added
||Sfands pnabe 70 fepaS Srlls
ttatipii, sand 'she swaltzet win HE
three times, besides the German
Little Olive looked slyly- up at
her sister, and secretly wished that
Providence had seen fit to make her
also a beauty.
Il suppose" said Miss May, cur
iously, "that he is very rich?"
ooh, very!" nodded Maude.
And Olives thoughts jumped at
once to the idea of how beautiful
her sister would look in the regula-
ton orange blossoms and white tQlle.
81 wonder if l ever shall be mar
ried?" pondered Olive, shelling peas
faster than ever.
"Who's that coming round the
corner of the house?" cried Maude,
with some asperity, zone of those
everlasting peddlars again? Oh,
its only scissors grinder"
"And very fortunate, too," said
Mrs. Statterly, pale, over-worked
little woman, with light hair and
faded complexion: "for my shears
are SO bad [ can't cut with EN-
And there's the embroidery scissors,
and a pair that belongs to the mend
ing basket, and
GLOW much do you ask q pair?"
demanded Maude, sailing out up
on the garden path, with her pref
ty feet thrust into slipshod slippers,
soiIed wrapper torn down one side,
and her hair yet in the loose, tang
led curls which had hung like coil
ed gold down her neck the night
before.
The mana swart-browned,
stopping foreigner-set his wheel
upon the grass, bowed low, with a
smile which disclosed teeth gleam-
ing, Whitley through the thick,
bushy beard, and held up six fng-
crs in pantomimic gesture.
"That's too much," said Maude.
"He can't understand you," said
Eleanor, laughing.
Miss Satterly shook her head,
stamped the little untidy foot, held
up six pairs of scissors in various
stages of dilapidation, and display
ed y silver quarter of a dollar.
The scissors-grinder smiled again,
and made an obeisance nearly to