The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-07-20

and the next day he sent her an Gle,
giant bouquet. She returned her
thanks, placed it in a vase upon the
mantel, and very demurely told Ida
and Frank that Mr.. Morrison sent it.
Now, Mr.. Morrison was one Of
those unfortunately tall people whose
small heads were stuck on very
slim, long neck, way up in the air
like a giraffe's; his arms were three
feet long, and his lower limbs two.
thirds of his entire height, which
was six feet six inches. The idea Of
his sending bouquets to Irene San.
dersoa was toosfunny y for Franz, and
he nearly exploded.
Then7Fyhafi dress in my pretti!
est, and behave beautifully" she an.
swered, catching her Cousins merri.
ment. II like tall men-something
to cling to-"
Frank was right. At Z the bell
rang, and the tall gentleman was
ushered into the parlor. His coat
was not of the latest cut, but a long.
wasted frock. The sleeves had not
allowed for the crawl, and his pants
just covered the red tops of his boots.
Frank and Ida were ready for fun,
and when Irene swept into the room
in an elegant light-blue silk, cut in
princess style, with diamonds fash
ing at her neck, ears, and in the but
terfly brooch that held her rich satin
sash, he sprang to his feet and stared
at her. with mouth and eyes open.
Good evening, Mr.. Morrison, said
she, in her soft, musical voice, ex-
tending her jeweled hand to be grasp.
ed by his rough palm. 81 presume l
am indebted to you for those beauti-
ful flowers? You have indeed excel
ent taste in arranging flowers"
81 am>slad you like it," he stam-
mercd. Judge Maxwell said you
would not accept it, but l kinder
thought you would, because | know.
ed you liked flowers"
"Of course, Mr.. Morrison, and she
sunk into a luxurious chair near him,
her rich dress falling about his feet.
"How should Judge Maxwell know
my taste?"
81 just told him I guessed l know
ed your preferences about as we'll as
he; but, Miss sanderson, you needin'
mind calling me "Mr. Morrison" it
sounds so distant like. Just call me
"Bill," and I'll feel better acquaint.
ed"
Excuse me, but it's not city Gus
tom to call a gentleman by his first
name upon so short and acquaint-
ance."
Frank could bear no more, and
made some trihling remark, at which
they might all laugh and recover
their equilibrium. Ida had cough
without any cold, and so an hour
passed, in which various excuses
were framed for giving vent to their
secret merriment. Irene set her call
er perfectly at ease, and when he left
he was so deeply in love, that Frank
declared that his face shone like
an angels.
A few days later Mrs. Palmer saw
her husband walking half square
with Irene, and when he came in to
dinner she would not speak to him.
Lawyer Cherry asked her to step
into his Office a few moments to talk
about business matters and when his
wife heard of it she threatened to
leave him if he ever did the like
again. But the more jealous the wo.
man grew, the more the men sought
her society. She could not go upon
the street without being joined by
some gentleman, and she chatted as
gayly with Mr.. Morrison, the old
bachelor, as with the young doctor,
and as freely with a married man as
a single one.
But they never said silly things to
her more than once, and no married
man presumed to kiss her hand a
second time. She never placed her.
self in any mans way but if she had
an errand up street or down, she
went when it suited her, regardless
OF those who were watching her
After spending a most delightful
summer with her cousins, she left