The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1880-07-30

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that miserable French fat, and
gone back to boarding, only, un-
luckily, | had engaged it for a year.
The fourth floor elocutionized, and
had friends to select private read
ings, whose voices were deeper
than Hamlet's, and more sonorous
than that of Charlotte Cushman.
She was charitable, aud had classes
Of heavy-booted girls there twice II
week to sing hymns aud learn to
sew. A single lady, indeed ! II
she had been a quadruple lady, she
could not have made more noise,
nor enjoyed the making of 1t more.
At the end of the month, how
ever, an incident happened which
turned the current of my whole life.
went to a picnic. Idon't often
go to affairs of that kind; but this
was an especially select affair, got
ten up by my friend, Harold Web
ster.
went, and there met Barbara
Willis, and fell straightway in love
with her. She wasn't exactly
young, but neither am land to
my taste full blown rose is sweet
er than a bud, wherever you may
fnd il growing. She was dark-eyed,
with full cherry lips, satin brown
hair, aud complexion as fresh as
roses and ivory! We talked-our
ideas coincided exactly. 1t seemed
as II our souls were two looking.
glasses, 60 mirror each others.
"Miss Willis" said /, "why is il
that we have never met beforef /
feel as il We were old, old friends Y
AS l spoke | gently pressed her
hand, and she smiled back unutter.
able things.
went to my friend Webster, who
was making up quadrilles on the
upper deck. We were accompanied
by an excellent brass baud.
Harold," said l, ~ can never
thank you enough for Introducing
me to that angel ~
ado you mean Barbara Willis "
said he. "Well, / think she is
rather nice girl.n
We grew confidential as we sat
together on the promenade deck
and watched the moonlight ripple
over the surface of the tides.
"A bachelors life is but halt a
life, Miss Willis" said |.
81 can readily imagine that
said she softly.
alive on a fat confessed /.
"Do youp said Barbara (the
sweet old English name was just
like her). Why, how strange
SO do !"
Isn't II dreadful 7" said /.
Horrid !" SAID she, closing her
rosy lips as il she meant it.
"And there's u female dragon
occupies the floor above me aud tor.
ments me out of my life"
"Well, il this isn't u remark.
able coincidence said Barbara.
There's q detestable old crab OF a
bachelor under me, who taxes all
the pleasure out OF my existence
"Should two lives be thus blight
ed ~ said /, empbatically.
ell don't think they should, y
said Barbara, looking intently at
the bouquet OF pansies she held in
her hand.
It was past midnight when the
boat landed. Harold Webster
came up.
81 promised to see you home,
Miss Willis" said he, rubbing hands
briskl;t.
you need not trouble yourself
Webster" said 1. "Ishall be mos,
happy"
al called o hack; l helped The
divine Barbara in, feeling more ant
| more like | we're walking 10 cloud
land.
"Where shall l drive to !" sale
the man.
"Number SO Ravenal street,
said she, "fourth floor y
Whatp cried l, "not the Fer
nandino flats p
"Exactly,' said she.
"why, that's were l livep p
care you the third floor !" sh'
cried out, breathlessly.
"Are you the fourth - I counter
questioned.
"But you're not crab at all"
Nor are you dragon. On tn
contrary
But what matters it what W,
said I Things we're altered fron
the beginning. / took my violil
upstairs the next day, and helpe'
my divine Barbara out with
sonata of Beethoven's. / suggest
ed a new educational theory for th
hob-nailed classes. Listened eu
chanted to her recitation of Tenny
sons "Brook !" and at the quarter
end We are to be narried--Barbar
and /.