The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-02-18

IN blue, because her skin Is fair, If
her eyes and hair are dark. She
will be just perfect when she is rich,
Tom. lhope she will have him, and
papa and l can jog along forever
We don't mind cheap things as poor
Julia does. Therel That paint can't
be winter. I'm coming down and
you can move the ladder over to the
other window for me, Tom.n
But cautiously descending the lad.
der, Dolly only caught fleeting
glimpse of a tall figure going out of
the garden gate.
Then, being the sweetest temper.
ed Of women, though merely passa-
bly, pretty girl, Dolly assembled the
ladder again and soon forgot Toms
rudeness in the absorbing duties she
had undertaken.
In the meantime, Mr.. Thomas
Bardell, shaking with laughter,
wended his way homeward.
'For that must have been Miss
Doll, with her natty, little boots and
pink, cotton dress. She had lovely
brown hair, though l could not see
her face.n
The next call made by the heir of
the Bardell place found tho rooms
shining wi thcleanliness. Miss Julia
Lawlor, really beautiful girl, was
arrayed=in theblaes spluslin knitting.
apllsagapse q iise blla muslin
waA*t tesllt Of Thomas Bardell's
apparently careless information to
busy DR.. Lawlor that he intended to
drop in that evening. For u wonder,
the doctor remembered the fact, and
the l.awlor girls were arrayed to re.
ceive their guest.
Dolly, in halfan hour, decided that
she liked the new conner very much
indeed, and that he would make a
very nice brother when he fell in
love with Julia, and married her, as
of course it was his manifest destiny
to do.
Apparently the singing was as
powerful magnet as Dolly suppos-
ed it would be, for scarcely a day or
evening passed that Mr.. Bardell did
not drop in. Tom Lawlor, the doc
tors nephew and student, declared
Bardell to be frst-rate fellow, and
was always bringing him to tea
Then the garden of the Bardell place
offered most tempting opportunities
for the presentation of bouquets to
the fair ladies at DR.. Lawlor's.
To be- sure, Thomas Bardell did
not know that Julia's adorned the
sitting-room, while Dolly cried over
her in her own chamber, and some
times pressed her rosy lips upon the
card of the donor.
For she knew Mr.. Bardell was fall
ing deeper and deeper in love with
Julia. Did he not fairly haunt the
house? Did he not listen entranced
when Julia sang, even upsetting all
the orderly arrangements of Dolly's
worS-box in his abstraction?
Was the picnic on the Bardell
grounds to which all the friends far
and near had been invited solely the
result Of Julia's wish to see the place?
Thatpicnicl Somehow itimpressed
itself upon Dolly's mind that Thomas
Bardell was contemplating a pro-
posal on that June day, when he was
to play host toall the people of Rush
town.
She could not have told why she
resolved to ask "papa" for permis-
sion to visit her aunt in London a
few weeks. "Just to give them a
chance to be alone," she thought, and
wondered what made her heart throb
so painfully at the idea.
She made Julia look like an ex-
quisite picture by wreathing field
daisies under the brim Of her chip
hat, and fastening the soft, white
Lace at her throat with bunch Of
the same flowers. Then she dressed
herself rather hastily, having curled
her sisters hair, and otherwise made
a Cinderella Of herself.
She heard nothing of a dismayec
exclamation in her fathers study o
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