The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1879-09-03
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aFoFgott repeated she. .Yo,l,re
always fofgettingl Ineyersaw any
one like you in my lifel No. i
wonat have it now If You can't
prepare my chocolate when L want
1t, you shan't prepare it at all, /
should think you might have
thought oft, Olive
q am very sorry, Maude,a be-
gan Olive, apologetically; afot all
that INlont think you ouglt not to
speak SO Grossly to mammal
eHold your tonguel said Maude,
stamping her foot again. SDos you
suppose Lam going tobe tutoredgby
yous Iishall speak assI please, and
'sea give You fair warning. Dear
~ ]ifge Mat soissoi erinaer'slbnz-
ing ilialles lfeaaaeiie
And she swept into the house
like a fair fury.
When Olive came in, a few min
utes afteward, with six pairs of
scissors all sharpened and .burnish-
ed up to a scientific state of brilliant
cy, her sister was lying on the sofa,
with her face turned to the wall and
her eyes resolutely closed.
"Oh, dear mel" thought Olive,
I'm afraid she's in one of her regu-
lar sulking fits that last tweIty-four
hours at a time"
And she took advantage of cir
cumstances to pour out a goblet of
ice-water, and offered it surreptiti-
ously to the swarthy Italian when
she carried out the silver quarter
that he had so hardly earned.
lie bowed low once more, after
the Oriental fashion, drank it eager
ly, and astonishcd Olive very much
by raising her hand to his lips, as he
uttered the words "Buon gi0mo sig
norfna". land departed
Il suppose it's his foreign ways
said Olive, turning very rosy.
dts lucky for you that Maude
didn't see him. laughed Eleanor
May.
COB, Eleanor, don't tell herr said
Olive blushing deeper than ever.
OF course | shan't' said Eleanor.
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well, hatluckY demanded Guy
Mariner, as he sat smoking at his
window that evening, and hailed
with acclamation the approach of
Algernon Medlicote.
I've won my wager
! 'Nop
But, by the shades of Moham-
med, | have1 assented Medlicote,
sittipg.dewpwhere thesceol breeze
of twilight could fan his BROW. y 2
How did you manager
81 disguised myself as a scissors
grinder, and put the family shears
in perfect order
"Did they suspect-the young
ladies, | mean
"Not in the least
"And how does the fair one with
the golden locks appear in the Sc
clusion Of her own home?
"Likea slovenly virago,' he said.
Glad it been anything. else than the
testimony of my own eyes l could
not have believed it. But Olive
little .;brown-eyed Olive-she is a
jewel of'the first waterr
so YOU have transferred youral-
legianee from one sister to anoth-
'er?' laughed Mariner. "But isn't
it rather hard for the divine Maude
to lose both her water and her low
er.at the same time?"
its a rosebud mouth said Med
llcote, gravely shaking his head,
'but the sharp words spoiled its per-
feet Cupid's bow; the hair was like
spun gold, but crimping paper are
not becoming to the female face
And. unon the whole. Mariner, T
think | have reason to be grateful
for ever and ever to the scissors
grinding fraternity
And beautiful Maude Satterly
could not understand why it was
that Algernon Medlicote proposed
to little brown-eyed Oliveinstead of
her.
Everybody thought he was de-
voted to me- said she, disconsolate-
ly.
Perhaps he changed his mind,'
said Eleanor.
Of course Mr.. Medlicote confess
eel the episode OF scissors grinding
to his blushing and happy little
wife after their marriage ell-reg-
ulated husbands never do keep any
thing from their wives-but Maude
never suspected. For what says
the adage?
"Mhcre ignorance is bliss. lis folly to