The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1882-05-25
4 REAL SWEET STORY.
From Harpcr's Bazaar

4 REAL SWEET STORY.
From Harpcrs Bazaar.
1t was by far the worst quarrel they
had ever had, and they had had many,
for she had a temper, and he had tenn
per, and they were both of them impul-
sive young people with very little self
control.
"You are Il false, selfish, untruthful,
man-like man." said she.
"And you suspicious, unreasonable,
unwomanly woman," said hc.
''Takc back your letters" she cried
tiinging parcel tied with hyacinth- h-bluc
ribbon on the floor at his feet.
II WILL" he muttcrcd between his
clcnched teeth, picking up the parcel and
throwing it into the fire, where it blazcd
brightly for 4 moment or two, and then
flew away in thin, unc,nny black frag-
mcnts up the chimney As the last frag-
mcnt disappeared, Rick turned again to
Lefty, with frowning brow, and asked, as
he had asked before, "Do you still per-
sist in accusing me Of deceit and false
hood?'
"I do," she replied, ''unlcss you show
Inc the charm"
Twill not show it to you" he declared,
with violent emphasis. IF my word be
not sufficient, refuse to give you farther
proof. wonder that you dare insult me
by asking it. And l also wonder how
you, believing nc to be false and un-
truthful, can be willing to trust your fu-
turc to me. And, to speak frankly, 1 be-
gin to think we have made great mis-
take IL supposing that VIC could spend
that future happily together, for | am
fully convinced we are anything but
1.-TWO souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one
CIhese lines were quoted with most
sarcastic inticction.) "And furthermore,
Ialso begin to think that perhaps it would
this mistakc-if we had never met in
fact"
"Oh, indeed, sir!"-with great assump-
ton Of dignity. "Havc YOU lust arrived
at that conclusion? I have long been
sure Of it. But there is nothing easier
than to part. Your letters are already
disposed of. Tomorrow l will send
back your ring and picture. And then,
when am free once more, can try to
please my mother (our acquaintance, as
you are we'll aware, has never pleased
her), and in pleasing her may find am
doing a pleasant rs well as wise thing
for myself"
care you referring to Brougllam
Brown?''
II am referring to Brougham Brown"
"By heavens!" exclaimed Rick, seizinc
Ills hat, ''this is too much. Lefty, good
bye for ever"
But Lefty began humming an air from
Patience" drummillgan an accompaniment
on the window-pane, and vouchsafed no
answer. Rick rushed from the room.
The humming and drumming ceased in
stantly, and the whilom performer list
ened intcntly. Five minutes passed, and
still the street door did not slam. ale
is waiting for me to come out into the
hall and beg his pardon, I suppose" she
said. with a defiant grimmace, "but l
won't" and she turned again to the win
dow as the door shut with bang
And then she flung herself on the
lounge, kicked off her slippers, and cried
like summer shower Rick gone, and
gone forever whom she had
loved SO dearly, for two long years. And
why? Just because that silly, giggling
Hlll, Will llCI Ittlc DlllC eyes ana
straw colored hair, had chosen to tell
tibs about him. And shaking the tears
from her lashes, she began scolding her.
self as hard as she had scoldcd poor Rick
.'"rhe idea, Lefty Lounsberry, of your
believing that girl before him! What
possessed you? He did flirt little with
her, it is true; but all men tirt a little
with girls who persist in admiring them,
and fiattering them. But he
never gave her the little gold pig
your Christmas gift to him-ncver! How
she got it can't imagine, but he would
have explained if you had given him a
chance" And then the absent mother,
gone to Aunt Emory's for Il two days visit,
came in for share of reproach. "Ifshc
, had only let our engagement be known,
instead of insisting on our waiting until
Rick was twenty-one, and I had not been
Obliged to carry my engagement ring in
my back hair, the only place it was safe
from baby's-Goodness gracious! Baby!W
And Lefty suddenly remembered that
ever since Rick came to make Il morning
call, knowing that Mrs. Lounsberry was
absent-poor fellow! he'd have staid away
if he could have foreseen his reception
Baby had been setting alone in the din
ing room in the middle Of the big dining
table, surrounded by all the pickle and
1narmalade jars and fruit cans and catsup
bottles and jam pots out of the store room.
For it was the monthly house-cleaning
day, and the store-room fell to Letty's
share, the foreign help being gifted with
too great a talent for smashing and break
, ing, to say nothing of an equally great
talent for abstracting and dcvouring both
sweets and sours. Lefty. sprang
from the lounge, thrust her feet
into her slippers and fastened where
duty had been calling her for sometime.
Baby sat, as good as gold, nursing a bot
tie of tomato sauce, snugly wrapped in a
dish-towel, in the very SCOT where she
had been when Rick's ring summoned
her sister to the door. Only one small
flask lay broken on the floor, filling the
air with the subtle fragrance of garlic.
'"That won't he missed" said Lctty.
''Thank fortune, there is no worse mis-
chief done" But the ''thank'' was
scarcely uttered when her eyes fell upon
the last jar of the famous peach marina
]ade, the secret of the making of which
died with grandmamma, and which was
being carefully kept for Aunt Emorv's
(Aunt Emory was an old maid worth
thirty thousand dollars) birthday There
it stood directly in front of baby, with
more than half Of its thick paper hat torn
of, and yawning cavity made in it's
precious contents by little scooping fin
"Oh, baby, why couldn't you have
taken any jar but that?" asked Lefty re-
proachfllly and dramatically.
But baby evidently had no excuse to
offer for not doing 50, for she kept on
grooming to her bottlc-doll, while her sis