Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-12-28
UUTIE'S MISTAKE.
BY BELLE MONTICELLO.

DO"A ouAOuSA Guc WILL Siceu grass,
across the purling brook, Lutte Malvin
wendell her way until she came to the
shady dell wherein grew the dainty
Wholesaler favorite flowers their tiny
purple heads just visible above the
bright green leaves that seemingly pro-
tected the tender stalks upholding the
modest fowerets.
Her white dress cleaned through the
foliage as she fitted to and fro, culling
her little favorites and carefully placing
them in the basket which she carried
on her arm. Placing the basket brim-
ming with it's floral treasures, in the
shade, that their freshness mi ght not
be impaired, she seated herself on a
large gray stone, then drawing forth q
letter perused it several times.
eyes," she soliloquized; "Guy is
coming home at last. I wonder what
changes his three years absence has
wrought. He will be much taller, I
suppose, and more than likely his face,
which then was smooth, will be adorned
with a beard. Dear brother Guy, SO
anxious am I to see you I can hardly
restrain my impatience;;" then, picking
up the letter which had fallen to the
ground, she read aloud: "Be with you
tomorrow without FAIL" and returned it
to her pocket, and sat musing, forgetful
Of the time, until the twilight shadows
began to fall.
Lutte Malvin was comely, merry
hearted young girl. She had soft
brown hair, which clustered closely
around her neck and brow; broad,
white forehead; brown eyes, in whose
depths was reflected the spirit of truth :;
full, red lips and well-rounded chin.
She was of medium height and rather
inclined to e1nbo71poi11t. Her winning
manner drew around her large circle
of friends.
She had, of course, great many
s1itors, but she treated them all alike,
showing not the slightest preference.
AS she sat musing, her thoughts were
not of lovers, but of her absent brother,
so soon to return.
lutte! Lutte! Where are you?
Guy has come!"- Robbie, little
brother of 6 years, made his appear
ance.
"Why, we did not expect him until
tomorrow" she said; and, hastily seiz-
ing her basket, she walked rapidly
toward the house, followed by Robbie,
who replied:
II heard him telling mamma that it
was mere chance that enabled him to
get here this evening; and oh, Lutte!
he brought me such nice presents
tops, marbles, kites, and knife Just
like papa's. haven't looked at all of
them yet, cause mamma sent me to find
you; and he brought a big man with
him, too; guess he brought him for
you, 'cause-oh, my!" he suddenly con-
cluded, as the little fellows bare foot
came IN contact with stone, turning
his thoughts into different channel.
"Where is hep" asked Lutte, on en-
teriDg the house.
In the parlor,' answered the almost
breathless Robbie, for he had been
forced to run in order to keep pace
with his sister.
Going swiftly. to the parlor door, she
opened it noiselessly, and glanced in to
ascertain whether the rig man was
within; and, seeing onl;' one form, she
concluded that Robbie n ust have been
mistaken; then, with joyful bound,
shesprung forward, land clasping her arms
around his neck, which compelled her
to stand on the tips of her toes, and
kissing him several times, she ex-
claimed:
"Oh, Guy; how glad I am to have
you at home once more
miss Malvin, your brother has just
left the room"
She did not wait for him to finish the
sentence; for, with flaming cheeks, she
rushed from the room, up to her cham
Der, where, throwing herself on her
couch, she shed tears of modification.
Robbie, who had fingered in the hall,
seeing her hasty exit, and guessing
something wrong, was about to enter
the parlor and ascertain the cause, when
Guy made his appearance.
"Oh, Guy; is that big man in there?
Lutte just came out and ran up stairs;
she vas crying, too; guess he must have
made her mad. I was just going in to
sass him."
"Well, you run out and play, Robbie,
and I'll attend to it. Now Lutte ought
to be proud of such little champion"
Then entering the parlor he asked
an explanation, which his friend gave in
few words. Miss Malvin had, in the
gathering twilight, mistaken him for
her brother, and he had received her
sisterly salutation before he could in
form her of her error. When he at
tempted to explain she had fed from
the room. #95
Ringing for lights, they soon ap-
peared. Then, excusing himself, Guy
vas soon beside his sister listening as
she sobbed out her story on his shoul-
ders. =.
@Never mind, Lutte, we will never
allude to your mistake; dry your tears
and come down. j He is splendid fell
low, my warmest friend, andsI was in
hopes, little sister, that through you he
might become even nearer to me. You
will come down, won't you?"
@No, thousand times; nothing could
induce me to look at him again"
Lutte, there is not better man to
be found than"
flush, I will not even hear his
name; I hate him. shall go down to
Cousin Mabel's tomorrow morning and
stay until your friend leaves"
After trying in vain to dissuade her
from her purpose. he descended to re-
port the result to his friend.
Early the next morning Lutte was on
her way to Cousin Mabel's, some few
miles distant, and it was not long before
she reached her destination. She had no
secrets from Mabel, consequently she
told her al, sure Of the sympathy which
would ensue.