The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1879-02-01


Matty, shrinking and coltring recOg.
nized in "Our cousin from Omaha" the
very gentleman with the diamond studs
and silky moustache who had restored
her scarf, and hadn't smiled at her mar
ket basket.
And II was surprising how soon then
all became excellent friends, and forgot
the little embarrassment incident to
their first introduction.
y hen the grapes, and bananas, and
velvety hOt-hOuse peaches were brought
on the table, and the bottle of cham
pagna was opened, it transpired that
Mr.. BurgOyne was about to stpy in town
on business for seveTa. weeks.
You will be our guest, will you
not?" cried oct Matty, eagerly, with a
dash Of rose color on either cheek, and
great dark eyes all luminous with pleas
ed excitement.
But this invitation Mr.. Rurgoyne
smilingy declined. lie would see them
as often as he could he would be a
most frequent visitor at the cottage, they
might be assured, but his business for
bade his being sOjourner there. And
he smiled to himself to see the pretty
little brnnette's evident disappointment
at his words.
"She is getting reconciled to cousins
from Omana," he thought.
Days aud weeks crept on, Mr.. Bur-
gOyne's tall figure haunted the little
cottage like shadow, and pretty Mat
ty grew to watch for his coming with
feverish intentness.
nf ho rot
still remained unsolved. Mine host of
the United States Hotel, when question.
ed upon the subject, was a9 iinpertur.
ably uncOmmunicativs as the sphinx
itself, and at last Luoilla and Matty
Carver were faip to abandon the fruit
less quest.
But on the was to the concert-Matty
be it remembered, was to sing in one of
the quartettes mysterious pasteboard
box arrived from New York, directed to
Miss Matty Carver"
"What can it PEP" cried Matty, all
in tremble.
you'll never know If you don't open
it and see," said the more philosophical
Lucilla. "Ilere, III cut the strings" "
And there, shr0uded in innumerable
layers of oiled silk and tissue paper, APP
peared an exquisite dress OF ruby silk,
with train of glistening ruby satin,
aud such lace on the bodice as our poor
little village maiden had only dreamed
OF, never seen; while card, labeled,
miss Matty Carver, to wear at the
cOncertl" was laid among the sGeIted
folds.
Matty was very pale, with red eyes
aud heavy lashes. when MI Burgoyne
dropped casually iD that afternoon.
"Jalius," said she, 81 have found
you out"
Found me out, eh?" said Mr.. Bur
cODundrum?"
1T was you that sent me that dressr'
flashed Matty.
"Because knew you would look like
q princess in it," said Julius, cOolIy.
land it was you that ordered the din
ner tbat lirst day you camel
"DO you suppose 1 wanted to cat up
your ribbon loops, and swallow your
crepe. Iisse frills?" retortcd the gentle
man with roguiNh twinkle in his eyes
IL never, never will speak to you
again as long as ! liveV' sObbed Matty
"3 1t, by the heaven that is above II,
you shalt" sad tbs cousin from Omaha,
r1sUlutely possessing himself OF both
her little cold hands. "YOu shall tel
me that you WILL one day learn to love
me! You shall promise to go back Il
the West with me as my cherished bride
Matty, my own darling, don't you turl
you rosebud face away from me; for
loye you; and my life will be but half 1
lite ueleSS you pledge yourself to share
it with mel"
And almost before Matty knew it,
she Vas engaged to her cousin from
Omaha.
"And to think" said Lucilla, hal
laughing. half crying, THAT all th
COMES from unexpected company, Matt.
l thought you said you hated cousins.
, so did" said Matty, looking charm
, ingiy caniused. "But-hut then Nv
changed my mlnG since!'