Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1880-11-04

Well, I'd seen George off TO Europe that
afternoon. after we had ro0med together
for four years without quarrellng once.
wonder If that could be said of any
two women1 He paused, but the audi
ence maintaining a dignihcd silence, pro-
ceeded with his story. II naturally felt
very lonely after, his departure, and being
unable 10 read, and in no humor TO make
calls; determined to go to some place of
amusement. 1t was cold night, and as
Jack Frost and never had been on very
friendly terms, in order to avoid "a protract-
ed struggle with him, selected the nearest
theatre, regardless as to what the perform
anCe was 10 be. Ii chanced that they were
playing most dismal piece"
"What was it?" asks Ada.
"Ada"-with great solemnity-''not for
the world would give any one, not even
you, my gentle coz, clue by which
Well, was just seated, when most love :
ly girl, followed by her escort-a young
man whose resemblance to her led me TO
believe him her brother--sank into the
chair next me-
"What did she look like2" slyly ques-
toned Linda.
''MisS Lees, | must repeat the remark
made to my cousin a moment ago. No
word or act of niue shall lead to the
Suffice it to say she was lovely. The cur
tam rose as soon as she had taken her seat,
and from that instant her attention was
riveted upon the stage. | was pleased to
notice, however, she did not favor her
companion with any gushing remarks
about the handsome"
"WhO 2" from Ada.
''No matter, and that she did not
wear"
"Whdt ~ from Linda
Either q bunch of violets or Jacques
rose. But | was not 80 well pleased to
lind that she seemed totally unconscious of
my proximity, although she did accept
programme from my hand, in an absent
minded kind of way, without even a
glance in my direction, while the young
lady on the other side peeped coquettishly
at me-"
''You conceited fellow?' exclaimed his
cousin.
"She did, upon my honor, from behind
her fan, every few minutes, and at last,
gaming confidence, from the angelic ex-
preston of my countenance, no doubt, ac-
tually offered me q chocolate caramel"
"Why Mr.. Moore!"
'She did, Miss Less, and took 1t and
ate it. She was about six, | should think.
However, TO go on with my story. In the
third act, where
"Rose Michel"
" The Two Orphans
"Neither. Where there is some very pa
thetic business, my charming neighbOr be-
gan to weep, and reach ing her grey-kidded
hand down by her side, took from the
pocket of my coat my handkerchief-the
last of that dozen of silk ones you brought
me from Paris, Ada"
"Not really?" And what did you do?'
Nothing. Yes l did, l laughed 81
lently and long, till the firt of the fan and
the chocolate caramel SAID TO me, reproach-
fully. 'Why do you laugh? 1t isn't funny.
And watched her at the end of the play
walking away in the most dignifed man
ner, after carefully putting my handker-
chief in her polocoat, or whatever you call
it, pocket.
"'Twas all mistake you may depeHd
upon it, Herbert. Last winter We wore
our pockets $3.50"
Ada hesitates, and Linda as usual, comes
to her assistance: "In our back breadths.
'I-that she-I mean no doubt your
coat skirt was intruding npon the arm of
he chair. And did you ever meet her
again2'
"I dld. And she Immediately possess
ed herself, in just as guilsless u manner
as she possessed herself my handkerchief,
of something belonging to me, from my
point of view of infinitely more valuable.
''There's George, and we promised to 60
sailing with him. Come, Linda" shouts
Ada, grasplng her lazy friend by the arm;
and as they ran down the steps she shouts
back at her cousin, elf there's any moro,
tell us this evening, Herbert"
lis there any more, Miss Howell2" asks
Mr. Moore, rising and standing face to
face with the bIushing girl.
''Should there be more?" she asks in re-
turn.
Eyes. FAnd she gave him her neart inplace
of his own. and promised to be his true
and faithful wife?' Do you approve of
that ending for my story"
THAT would be happy conclusion, I'm
sure" laughs Illione. 81 can think of no
better one, Herbert"
And he draws her little hand within his
arm, and they slowly saunter off toward the
happy river.
Proverbs, New and Old.