The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-08-21
With cry of delight Josie caught up

the soft brilliant square of silk, with its
border of Roman colors, and in her
gratefuljoy pressed it to her lips.
"Where could it have come from ?n
she asked, aloud. "Surely some good
fairy must have dropped it."
And then, without thought of look
ing for an owner for it, she flew into the
house, upstairs to her little room, and
snatched her hat from the bedpost
where it still hung, being pressed into
shape.
Josie's costume for the lawn-party
was great success; indeed the soft,
white India muslin was the prettiest
dress there, and the old fashioned leg
horn hat, with its trimming of two half
handkerchiefs of brilliant silk wound
scarf-wise about it and tied in bow on
the side, was declared to be quite the
most becoming headgear that had ever
been seen in Centreville.
There was one young gentleman there
who scarcely took his eyes from Josie's
hat for the first half hour after her ap-
pearance on the lawn; then he seemed
to discover that her bright, dark young
face was even more attractive than her
brilliantly trimmed hat.
"By Jove" thought Arthur Moor
land, it's the pretty little girl who
wanted to know if being kissed was
thing to cry about. Upon my word l
would like to make practical demon
stration of her feelings on the subject.
And that's where l lost my silk hand
kerchief. Poor, pretty child! how glad
I am she found it-perhaps she wouldn't
have been here but for that lucky puff
of wind that blew lit away. The girls
say she's as poor as she's charming; and
if that be true she must be poor in
deed"
Arthur Moorland was rich, half
spoiled child of fashion; but his heart
was in the right place, as even his de-
tractors were obliged to admit. So
when he asked for an introduction to
Josie, and devoted himself to her for the
rest of the day, Kate Newcome said to
her sister Bessie:
Leave Arthur alone Il none of us
want him; he's too elegant and fine;
but he's a splendid fellow. And if he
is really smitten with that dear little
Josie, what magnificent thing it will
be for her."
So the course of true love was per-
United to glide On with almost provok-
ing smoothness; and one day Arthur
told Josie that he couldn't live any
longer without her, and didn' t intend to
try.
sob, Arthur" falterel Josie, blush
ing like June rose, "what's to be done
then? for you know I'm the victim of
wicked to break it,
ga VOW! what vow?" questioned
Arthur, turning pale.
swell, the truth is, Arthur, the day
before met you l found lovely silk
handkerchief, and itswas such an abso-
lutte god-send and rescued me from such
q quandary, that l vowed to myself
that would marry none other than the
owner of that handkerchief, if could
ever meet him, and he should ask
me-"
And you shall keep that vow, my
darling-1 am, or was, the owner of that
handkerchief" and he caught the blush
ing girl in both arms.
"You-well, halt suspected it, from
the way you looked at my hat that first
day-you know you just stared, Arthur;
and after that you took to Cooking at
me, you know"
Eyes, know!" laughed Arthur; and
then he made practical effort to find
out Josie's opinion on the subj2c OF
being kissed, and that young maiden
did not cry.