The Newtown bee., 1880-06-23
A Precious Little Liar,
It is impossible, thenP" he.
 : Quite impossible" she.

'Iuite 1mpOSSlolP, she.
 "I cannot see why!" viciously gnaw- ing his mustache, 8 discontented light in the handsome gray eyes that are not wont to see anything disagreeable.
 Perhaps not" with irritating com case in the least, you know"
 "You have no pupils at that hourP Your time is your own in the evening, I believer"
 Shall tell you why cannot go?' she asks, desperately, at last suddenly raising her eyes to his with a quick flash Of light that is almost dazzling in it's brightness,
 "Yes, if you can," skeptically.
 "Oh, I can! l have a reason--a most prosaic. practical, matter-of-fact reason. It is because l have nothing to wear!'' boldly, but nevertheless flushing hotly at the humiliating confession, and the next instant adding rapidly, as if it were an alter thought or some sudden inspiration: That is, left my trunk in Bridgeport. You know I was not sure of giving satisfaction here, and thought it as well not to bring the trunk at first :" .r...
 And is that your very good reason ?" he laughs, carelessly; and then with one full, comprehensive glance, he takes in the slight erect.fgure from the waves and pufls of the high coiffure to the graceful sweep of the '' princess 2 train, and is evidently well pleased with the result of the inspection; for, alth pugh the dress is of the cheapest, cut and fashioned by the girls own delft fingers, there is naught to offend the most ex- acting taste or that would not please even an artists eye.
 Nothing to wear," hp repeats, softly. "Well, 1 don't know of any woman who can so well afford to set at defiance all outward adorning. who can so safely dare to dispense with the aid of fine dressing and rely solely on hGr own in- trinsic worth"
 She fushes again-oh, if that rebel ious color were only under the same commendable control as voice and eyes but ignores altogether the passionate tenderness of his tone and glance SIS she ruthlessly returned to practical point of conversation. a%
 "It is very kind and consoling for you to make the best Jt it in that fash ion, MT. Courtland; but you know, and know, that it would never do for me to attend an affair as imposing as the reception in question is to be, unless I could dress to suit the occasion. Therefore 1 must submit as best may to the rulings of an unkind anf exora- ble fate"
 |" And l, l suppose. must profit by the lesson you teach and submit also; for neither would it do for me to absent myselffrom an only sisters wedding re- ception even though the one thing is all else fiat, stale and improbable, a sy0I Ilao. enough to leave your trunk" * 4 little while later he takes his leave, mounts the handsome chestnut await ing him, and gallops at q rapid rate down the broad, country road, raising a cloud of fine, white dust as he goes, and finally disab bearing altogether from the wistful, longing eyes that arc strainiIg themselves for a last look.
 And when she can see him nc more not even a vestige of the white clou3 l she turns her eyes inward and reviews .ler own heart; and now there comes oyer the young face frightened, almost pitiful expression at she realizes how utterly this young god is cn shrined there also.
 "What shall I do, what shall dop' she murmurs, half-aloud, and actually wrings her hands as fin agony. But
 
 regulated self, s'there is but one thina to do. and that is to fight it out bravely as have fought out gveat many othel hard things" And then laughine aloud: "That was a lucky thougb1 about the trunk, and rather bolt stroke. too. Heigho! I wonder if thu recording angel will hold me responsible for all these miserable subterfupes tba this execrable. genteel poverty forces | me intop l guess nanny would shake her blessed old head reprehensibly oyel my harmless little fibs; but. oh mamsee, dear, how vas I to acknowl edge to Philip Courtland that I wa, oo poor P-actually could not afford 2 1 dress in honor of his sisters weddins reception? He might have known--i he had had the least consideration Q, common sense-he might have Bnowr l the truth. and yet how should he know either-he who has only travelled. s,nil | ing. fortunes high road, how should h, | be familiar with poverty's dark ane devious bywayspa
 | The next morning finds Miss Adair d ! her usual post, diligently bending ovel she piano, guiding Natalie's awkward l little fingers over the ivory keys 1 laudably, however vainly, endeavorin 1 10 instill some musical enthusiasm intS he willing vet totally unresponsiva lit l tlesoul. l Much to Natalie's relief and Mis. { Adair's annoyance, the door opens ant 0he lesson is interrupted by the entranc, lssf a servant. .s ! You are wanted in the hall a mo ment, Miss Cecil there is trunk fol goa-'' s, ~
 { A trunk for me, Maggie ?-imp possi ble! l Iordered no trunk. Tell the ma1 there is some mistake ;''iand she reIent lessly resumes the lesson. No. Nata lies 1t is ttlree-q quarters time; nccent ol first and third beats; do you not un :, derstand p'' sss