The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-06-28
MISCELLANY.
THE YOUNG REPROBATES.

mo I" sighed Mr.. Bolton Bellew, defect
edly, as he mixed little more burnt lumber
ON his palette for the nut-brown tresses of
the Maid Marian that he was putting on
canvass, "she don't love me! She can't
No woman ever treated man SO, if she
cared two straws for him.
But it was not of Maid Marian he was
thinking; it was Dolly Brooke, the pretty
girl whose mother had rented the old brown
brick house at the corner of the street, and
whose eyes were SO blue and sparkling, and
yet so cruelty cold
He had been introduced to her, and had
met her great many times that winter.
He had even danced with her at the Blue
bell sociables held her hand in the Caledon-
ians and stood beside her in the Virginia
Reel
He did not think from her manners that
she absolutely disliked him, but he was very
sure that she did not care for him. And
this unreasonable young artist made himself
miserable accordingly.
''she is such darling ~ he said to him.
self" such human rosebud, with coloring
in her hair such as Titan never dreamed of,
and eyes that Salvador Rosa would have
painted in ultra-marine with sea,blue shad-
ows But what is the use of my incoming
about her? I'd better accept Raymonds
offer, and go to Rome with him, even if /
have to starve there in a garnet. Art will
perhaps smile on me, but Dolly Brooke ney-
er will"
And he painted on, resentfully dabbing
away at Maid Marian's" round nose with
heart as heavy as if he were moulded in lead.
While at that very moment, Dolly Brooke
Cher Christian name was Dorothea) was dust
ing the parlor at home, with her head tied
up in blue cambria sweeping cap, and her
lovely cheeks heightened with true feminine
exercise; while Nornh, the help, stood
meekly in the doorway, with scrubbing-
brush in her hand.
Eyes. If you please, miss ?" said Norah.
"a letter from Mike-an' you'd please to
answer it, miss, for not single wurred can
write !"
Dolly left off polishing the base of the lit
tie statuette of Ceres, and looked at Norah
with a prettily puzzled expression of coun-
tenance.
But Norah," said she, chow absurd all
this is How can l answer Michaels letter
How shall know what to say to him 2"
Sure, miss" said Norah her honest eyes
lighting up, 'an' that's easy enough. just
tell him, in fine, scholarly writing, miss, that
love him with all my heart That's what
want him to understand, miss; for, sure,
he amt quite in his mind about it, an he's
way off in County Roscommon, Ireland"
Every we'll" said Dolly, half smiling at
the idea, "rl try. Come to my room in
half an hour, Norah."
And Dolly inexorably locked out her two
little brothers, who were enraged at their
being debarred from "the fun of hearing
Norah's love-letter."
go about your business, boys" said Dol
ly, severely. q It's no affair of yours"
Johnny and Billy looked Indignantly at
one another.
"We'l serve her out !" said Johnny.
Well let her know enigmatically re-
sponded Billy.
Anu tncbc young i1apt WIZ sAAoAA oniAio
balanced on the garden wall, like Raphaeps
cherubs, betook themselves to throwing
stones at the cat, while they consulted as to
the special variety of Nemesis which should
be visited on Dolly's unconscious head.
"Pve got u" said Johnny, shifting his
leg, at last.
Ell ?" said Billy.
Gwen make an April Fool of her !"
shouted Johnny.
"Yes; but how ?" said Billy.
sAh-h-" said johnny "You always
was softy, Bill I'll ten you by-and-by."
Now, Norah, /" said Dolly, seated at the
table, with the fresh sheet Of paper, the
new steel pen and stand Of violet ink be-
fore her, how are we to begin2 Dear
Mike p"
Sure, miss, !" said Norah, who was stand
ing respectfully near the door, with clean
calico apron, an amt that too plain like !?
Make it little sweeter, miss-the saints be
good to yonI An just tell him ! love him
true, though haven't told him SO before,
an I'll be constant to him to the wurreld's
endi Therel"