, 1881-01-28
BEGCILED.

and was invulnemble, His aiiianccd,
Lucy Lotion, quite a little tning that she
was, knew better. They had been engaged
inst month when Nab DeyoreuX came
to Ro-ehome.
Don you think Nab pretty, Allen p
asked Lucy.
Not particularly replied Mr.. Allen
Stopford. she hasn't good figure and
she never blushes. like to see woman
blush.
Lucy laughed little. She had long
wished that she could cure herself Of her
foolish habit Of blushing. 1t was anus
inc to think that Allen liked it, and
more amusing to think that he did not
know Nab DevereuX, with her cool,
cream. white face. her wonderful eyes
and curleA black lashcs, was little
beauty, and invariably the belle OF a
company. But, like most men, his eye
caught first the beauty of fair, rosy girls,
and he was not yet tired of Lucy
pink-and.snow complexion and rlppleS
of golden hair.
ALLEN thinks all women like me; but
| know am different from many girls,
she said. Then she asked Nab; "Gou
nave HtNtL HttIl A'L'' N'N'l'A' '~''tN'
How do you like him Mab?'
Nab stood before the mirror, touching
up the lovelocks about her forehead.
Her reply was characteristic:
HE would be pretty eood-looking If
he would color his mustache."
Lucy laughed outright. The idea of
Allen, dear, simple soul, with n dyed
mustache, or anything false and not
genuine about him. She had loved him
for Just that, out of all the men she
knew.
"Why didn't you make him, Luz
"What?" asked Lucy, coming Oack
from moments abstraction.
Color his mustache. Why, It's Just
the tint of ground mustard!
81 don't think | could persuade Allen
to do that" answered Lucy, adjusting
her Ettlt gold thimble and sitting down
to her sewing with Il smile.
Nab turned, and looked at her curl
ously.
isn't he very much in love with you,
Luz,
"Yes, answered Lucy,quietly-"more
than he knows"
well" returned Nab, after a mo,
ment's puzzled thought, Il shouldn't
think man. very much III love with
me if I couldn't persuade him to dye his
mustache."
Lucy knew it was of not much use to
continue the conversation in that direc'
ton, and finished sewing on her trim
ming without making any response.
Its very pretty at Rosehome, Lui
but do you know what | am thinklngE
"No.'
"That shall perish for society"
"Oh, you're spoiled, Nab Can't You
live fortnight without young gentlemen
to fatter and attend you!"
"Ihere are not any here, are there?'
eyes"
"Who are they?'
81 really can't mention but two"
"And they?"
cone is the young man who comes ont
from the village to saw our wood and do
chores. His name is Johnny Bottles"
"Pshawp
"The other is my own and only
brother, aged six"
Nab went to the dressing-case,
drenched her handkerchief in cologne,
and came back to her seat.
"Terrible dcarth, isn't thtre?" she re-
marked, pathetically but, then, you
have Mr.. Stopford and his mustache.'
"You might try your hand on him,
Mab-iust to keep him in practice, You
know, and alleviate the melancholy OF
your stay at Rosehome.'
Nab looked at her cousin little curl
ously again.
81 believe you think could not make
him love me"
"I am sure you could not, " said Lucy.
81 wonder if it would be worth while
to try? mused Nab, aloud, tapping her
fan upon her rosy, lips, and looking
thoughtfully from the window.
Allen was coming up the avenue, and
she bowed to him.
"You may, if you choose" replied
Lucy, with little, veXed smile.
She knew that Nab would be likely to
firt with Allen i'll any case before the
fortnight was ont. 1t was better to- take
it coolly. And then, as she had said, she
did not think it possible for Il girl Of
Mab's caliber to make Allen Stopford
love her.
Nab began dressing for dinner, and
put some spice pinks IN her hair. When
al the table she turned her dark braids
towi,rd Allen, he saw them, and iuyolun-
'otarily murmured, with an expression OF
pleasures;
Spice pinks,' -, ,
eyes, - said Nab, 81 knew you liked
them
And then she looked up in his face,
and lie saw that her eyes We're pretty.