The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1880-06-04
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The car was crowded; | saw that at the
first glance. But weren't they always so at
this time of night? and what good would it
do if | waited for another? | signaled the
driver; he stopped. | stepped on the plat
form, the gentlemen made way politely, and
Just then gust of wind came along, ratified
out hairpins, and away flew my curls far
ment from those who witnessed the catastro-
phe, and full of indignation and shame fol
the loss, | hurried inside But the car hadn't
gone more than couple of streets when q
notice quietly slipped into my hand the miss
ing hair, loosely wrapped in a newspaper.
looked up gratefully and met a pair of eyes
beaming with mischief and good humor.
They were dark and so was his hair, and the
face was bronzed, as if by travel and expos
ure. But l blushed and was vexed at his
quizzical glance, and wished in my heart
that he had been older, and not quite sc
tic adventure in the world, and | could fan
cy how ridiculous looked, with my hat
perched on the top of a few little struggling,
hay-coored wisps of hair. & had weighed
down my head with chignous, and frizzes
and braids and curls, and-fashion knows
what-until badness followed as a natural
consequence.)
If it hadn't been for the lost hairpins
might have fastened on my curls, but so of
ten as tried it they slipped down from un
der my hat until finally gave up the at
tempt. Uuluckily, too, had come out with
out a vail; it seemed as if f"te meant to d.
her worst. You won't be surprised that, un
| der such circumstances, / was heartily pro
voked when my chez of the curls" ersiste'
in hanging on to a strap directly in front
me. To be sure he didn't turn his eyes ono
in my direction after that first look, but
knew he was there aud it made me uncom
Portable.
The crowd in the car thinned and ther
were only three persons left when we reached
the end of the route. My hero was one
the number Papa's house stood few rod
distant and / fairly ran toward it, the win
blowing dust in my eyes and Tapping m
skirts in way that was anything but grace
full was all out of breath when l reache
the gate. Cousin Mabel stood there, staring
as if she thought me demented
why, Fanny, is that your and she bur'
out laughing. Where is your hair?'
rushed past her into the house. She 10
lowed. Then half laughing, hnlf crying,
told her the story.
Mabel laughed at my discontinue. Then
being generous and kind hearted, in spite o
her teasing propensity, she dropped tn
subject.
you can't guess, Fanny, who has come
towu.' And she looked mysteriously. ID
was in Paris during the siege, escaped mira
ulously and reached town this morning; e'
erybody delighted; Aunt Sue especially.
Mabel, it isn't Horace Leigh?'
But it is. And his mother gives part
two weeks from tonight in honor of his a
e rival. We are all invited
! L won't 60
But Aunt Sue has decided that you sha
She has selected your dress-a lovely peac
blossom silk. Twill be triumph of al
for Mrs Moore is to make it, and everybo'
! declares her taste exquisite.
|, My eyes frightened. What woman cou
'' resist such temptation as that? | was
. going to give up though, all in minute
= Mamma might have consulted me-, AM
/ ponted little, I'm not going to be fore
ii on any man-least of all Mr.. Leigh
.. Certainly not retorted Mabel smili
ID mischievously. But, Fanny, confess nc
L. you wouldn' like that fortune to slip throu
:, your fingers
n Yes, ! would, rather than marry Hor
n Leigh.
IN What has set you against him so pers
=. ently2 According to report, he is handsol
es and dIgni fed, and noble hearted
n, I've heard all that, and more, too; bu
:, he were perfection itself, il wouldn't m
Of any dffe renee 10 me- He is Horace Lei
ID. the man Uncle John meant me to ma
, that is all want to know
oe you are incorrigible, Fanny
,s' May be 50, but it isn't plea SAINT to ha
u stupid old will set ont what your future
m be whom you are to marry, and the pen
ofl of disobedience.
ng How did your uncle ever come to n
,h- such willa' questioned Mabel curiousl
m That is more than can tell. I've he
s.. though, that he was in love with Mrs. L
81 once. Horace was favorte of his, too
was only IL years old when Uncle ,
died. Iwas7.'