The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-01-29
SALLIES VALENTINE.

You will firt and frolic, Sale Carr,
till the young men will all be afraid of
you, and that will be the end of your
reckless nonsense"
As Mrs. Carr delivered this oracular
decision she gave an angry twist to a
doughnut she was molding, and drop
ped it splash into the kettle of boiling
lard, with the same satisfaction that
she would have dropped coquette into
the limbo of old maidenhood.
AS for the pretty Sallie, she dimpled
and smiled and pouted in a way most
exasperating to behold. The little curls
on her forehead danced about with
every bobbing movement of her head,
and there wasn't q motion or air about
her that bespoke anything but fun and
froiic and willtulness.
IL don't know what you mean by
going on So" continued the elder lady,
twisting up another doughty martyr;
81 don't believe Mr.. Crosset will
dangle round you much longer; and as
for Jack Crowel, he's as big firt as
you are; and between the two you'll
fall to the floor. Your Aunt Sallie went
through the woods and picked up a
crooked stick, and you'll do the same"
81 don't think it's such q dreadful
fate to be an old maid" said Sallie, de-
murely. double JOY is double
trouble also, and the trouble generally
lasts the longest" At the end of this
sentence, the red lips broke into mock
ing smile that would have dazzled any
one of her lovers lucky enough to wit
ness it.
But back of all this frolicsomeness lay
a serious heart.
At that very minute Sallie Carr was
balancing in her mind the respective
merits of her two most devoted lovers.
Anthony Crosset was lawyer, distin-
puished and wellto-do. He had beau
tiful home all ready for her, and money
in plenty for every luxury. And Sallie
loved luxury.
She liked to set her pretty foot on soft
messy carpets; she liked rich furniture
and rare pictures; she liked journeys
and elegant dresses; in short, she liked
wealth for what it would bring.
On the other hand, Jack Crowel had
his way to make. To be sure. he was
the sort OF fellow to make his way. He
was good to the poor, and agreeable to
the rich, always welcome guest, full
of that magnetic good fellowship that
makes the one man in thousand who
possesses it popular the whole country
round.
As to the inner worth of the two men,
no circumstances had as yet come to
light that revealed any noticeable dif-
ference in their generosity or nobleness
of heart.
While Sallie's mother made dough
nuts and lectured, and Sallie herself
made apple dumplings for dinner-she
was famous for apple dumplings- Cros-
set and Crowel. each in his office, were
writing a valentine. Both were char
acteristic. Crosset's was elegant.serious
proper to the last degree; Growers was
ardent, gay, witty, yet breathing an
earnest passion as a rose breathes
perfume.
Tn the afternoon Sallie, weary OF hel
own thoughts and of her mothers talk
sent the man.of all-work to the stable
for her horse. The winter had been Sc
open that she had not given up her &C y,
customed rides, and. donning her habit
she was soon on the highway.
Not far from the Cars there livet
an Irish family with eight or ten chill
dren-so many, in fact, that nobody eve
| pretended to know the exact NUMBER.
As Sallie dashed along, her nerve
getting calmness and poise with ever!
| bound of her horse, she did not motto
q pedestrian coming from cross-roa'
that intersected the highway nearly op
| nosite the O'Rriens' cottage; neither Oil