The Russellville Democrat., 1881-02-24
L0UIE'S KING.
BY CHRISTINE CARLTON,

The esoftsunmer wind, creeping through the closed Venetian blinds, swayed the snowy curtains to and fro in the pretty sitting-room of Mir. Brewster's country house. It brought with it the fragrant breath of the June roses, and lifted with it's light fingers the wayy silver hair that framed in Mrs. Brewster's sweet face, as she sat busily hemming dainty cambric rufile; for that dear old lady's fingers were seldom idle.
 She was not the only occupant of the pleasant room. Upon a acretonne-covered couch near one of the windows girl was lying, one small hand half buried in her golden hair, while in the other she held book. Lying there, with her bright hair falling about her, she looked much younger than she really was; for, although the lovely, riante face was almost child ishly sweet, and the graceful form unusu- ally petite, Louie Ellesmere was nearly IS years of age.
 Evidently the book she was reading was not an entertaining one; or, if it was, it certainly did not meet with her approval. Her brown eyes moved slowly and indflerently over the pages, and a rather disdainful expression settled about her mouth. Suddenly, with rapid, inn patient movement, she threw it violently across the room.
 Louie" Mrs. Brewster said, reproach- Iully, looking gravely at her, you should not be so impetuous, dear"
 But, grandma" said Louie, rising to a sitting posture, ''it is such a stupid book; l don't see how any one could write such nonsense. If ever write novel l shall at least make the hero and heroine conduct themselves in a somewhat natural manner. I think, grandma, l will take ride this afternoon; it is such a charming day."
 "Very well, dear" said Mrs. Brewster. Il think the exercise would do you good, Louie.n
 Singing softly to herself, the girl left the room, and when she returned, the white peiGl0ir had been replaced by a dark-bue riding habit and a small black hat with dropping feathers rested upon the golden hair gathered up under a slken net.
 "Good-by, grandma" she said, kissing Mrs. Brewster's cheek.
 "Good-by, Louie, and try and be home by 6 o'clock, at the very latest"
 Rising from her chair, Mrs. Brewster watched the slender figure as Louie rode .''NA tic WlhulIlB iOtu uilticI tllc hlpoI- ing elms.
 It was scarcely Louie Ellesmere's fault that she had grown up self-willed, impet, uous, often violent in the sudden out bursts of temper which her old nurse sagely designated "tantrums." If she had not naturally possessed the sweetest, most penitent, and lovable dis position in the world, she might have developed into a perfect little fiend Her mother, Mrs. Brewster's only daugh- ter, had died when Louie was very young, and until she was 10 years old her father had petted, spoiled, and in dulged her-in which work he had been aided and abetted by the nurse, who fairly worshiped her little mistress Alter MT. Ellesmere's death, Louie went 10 live with his sister and her husband They were a wealthy, childless couple and, loving her dearly, they denied hel nothing and humored all her childish caprices. At school she had held a little court even the teachers became hel loyal subjects. Every summer she made her grandparents visit. MT. Brewster her grandfather, idolized her; her saucy speeches and gay willGness delighted him; and even Mrs. Brewster, who real ized more fully than any one else how lmpetuous Louie was, could not brinj herself to chide be it ever so gently, th' grl whose brown eyes and golden hai remainded her so plainly of her dea, daughter.
 So in all her life Louie had never me