The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1879-06-05

IOlSObA IOPOaVCo oACs W. 10
always forgettingl never saw any
one like you in my lifel No; 1 won't
have it now. If you can't prepare my
chocolate when want it, you shan't
prepare it at. all. 1 should think you
might have thought of it. Olive"
al am very sorry, Maude," began
Olive, sapologetically; " for all that, I
think you ought not to speak so Grossly
TO mamma -3saffi
Hold your tongueln said Maude
stamping her foot again. Do you sup
pose Pm going to be tutored by you 2
shall speak as l please, and SO I give
you fair warning! Dear me, how, that
scissors-grinder's buzzing makes my
head achel'' ta iit@
And she swept into the house like a
fair fury. E y si .
When Olive came in, a few minutes
afterward, with the six pairs of scissors
all sharpened and FURNISHED mp to a
scientific state of brillfancy, her sister
was lying on the sofa with her face
turned toward the wall, and her zeyes
resolutely closed. a8,L
"Oh, dear melp thought Olive, {" I'm
afraid she's in for one of her regular
sulking fits. that last twensy-four hours
at time"
And she took advantage of circum-
stances to pour out goblet of ice-water,
and offered it surreptitiously to the
swarthy Italian, when she carried out
the silver quarter that he had SO hardly
earned.
He bowed low, once more after the
oriental fashion, drank it eagerly, and
astonished Olive very much by raising
her hand to his lips, as he uttered the
words, " "Buon giomo, signorina" and
III suppose it's his foreign way" said
Olive turning very rosy.
"It's lucky for you that Maude didn't
see him." laughed Eleanor May. 4
"Oh, Eleanor, don't tell her!" said
Olive, blushing deeper than ever.
"Of course / shan't," said Eleanor.
X
"Well, what luck?' demanded Guy
Mariner, as he sat smoking at his win
dow that evening, and hailed with ac-
clamation the approach of Algernon
Medlicote.
"pve won my wagerf
"Nop
"But, by the shades of Mohammed, 1
have!" assented Medlicote, sitting down
where the cool breeze of twilight could
fan his bow.
Chow did you manager
"I disguised myself as scissors
grinder, and put the family shears in
perfect order" 49,
"Did they suspects-the young ladies
1 mean"
"Not in the least"
"And now does the Fair One with
the Golden Locks appear in the seclu-
sion of her own homer
Medlicote made a slight grimace.
"Like a slovenly virago," said he.
"Had it been anything else than the
testimony of my own eyes, couldn't
have believed it. But Olive little
brown-eyed Olive-she is jewel of the
rarest water"
ESQ you have transferred your allegi-
ance from one sister to the otherp
laughed Mariner. "But isn't it rather
hard for the divine Maude to lose both
her wager and her lover at the same
timer
"It's rosebud mouth" said Medli-
cote, gravely shaking his head; :" but
the sharp words spoiled its perfect
Oupid's bow; the hair was. like spun
gold, but crimping papers are not be-
coming to the female face. And upon
the whole, Mariner, think have reason
to be grateful forever and ever to the
scissors grinding fraternity"
And beautiful Maude Satterly could
not understand why it was that Alger-
non Medlicote proposed to little brown
skinned Olive instead of her.
Everybody thought he was devoted
to me-" said she, disconsolately.
Perhaps he changed his mind" said
Eleanor.
Of course Mr.. Medlicote confessed the
episode of the scissors grinding to his
blushlng and happy little wife after
their marriage-well-reg regulated husbands
never do keep anything from their
wives - but Maude never suspected.
For what says the old adage?
"Where ignorance is bliss, it's folly to be wite."