Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-04-27
NORAHS LETTER.

"Nop sighed Mr.. Belton Bellew,
dejectedly, as he mixed a little more
burnt umber 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 yet treated a man so, if she cared
two straws for him."
But it was not OF Maid Marian he
was thinking; it was of Dolly Brooke
the pretty girl whose mother had rented
the old brown-brck 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 q great many times that
winter. He had even danced With her
at the Blue-bell sociables, held her
hand in the Caledonians. and stood be-
side her in the Virginia reel.
He did not think from her manner
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 accord.
ingly.
"She is such n darlingl" he said TO
himself-"sueh human rosebud. with
coloring in her air. such as Titan never
dreamed OF, and eyes that Salvador Rosa
would havepainted in ultra-marine, with
sea blue shadows But where is the
use Of my incoming about her2 I'd
better accept Raymond's offer and go to
Rome with him, even il have to starve
there in garret. Art will perhaps
smile on me, but Dolly Brooke never
will |"
Aud he painted on. resentfully dab.
bing away at "Maid Marian's" round
nose with a heart as heavy as if 1t we're
nodded in lead.
While at that very moment Dolly
Brooke ther Christian name was Doro.
thea was dusting the parlor at home,
with her head tied up in q blue cam.
brio sweeping cap. aud her lovely
cheeks heightened with true feminine
exercise; while Norah, the help, stood
meekly in the doorway. with scrub.
bing brush in her hand.
Yes, If you please, miss ~ said
Nornh. a letter from AIike-and il
you'd please to answer it, miss, for not
a wurred can | write !"
Dolly left off polishing the base OF
The little statuetse OF Ceres and looked
1t Norah, with prottily puzzled e1.
pEession of countenance..
But Norah," said she, "how absurd
all this is How can I answer Michaers
'ielser? How shall know what to say
20 him p
q" Sure miss, said Norah. her honest
eyes lighting up. land that's easy
enough. Just tell him. in 6ne. schol.
aEly writing, miss, that I love him with
ell my heart. That's what I want him
70 understand, miss; for, sure he amt
quiet in his mind about it, and he's
way of in county Roscommon,
ireland"
Very WE'LL" said Dolly, half smil.
ing at the idea. I'll try. Come to my
room In half an hour, Norah."
And Dolly ihexorAbly locked out hey
tso little brothers, who were enraged
i their being debarrod from "the fun
Of hearing Norahs love letter"
go about your business, boys" said
Dolly. severely. "Tt's no affair Of
yonrs." at!iif
and Billy looked Indignantly
81 toneIanother. faiG
t'H "We'll serve hefoasr said Johnny.
o"wslll let her Kn0wi" enigmatically
responded Billy
And these young lads. with theiI
ahins balanced on the garden wall, like
RaphasI's eherubs. betook themselves
% throwing stones at the cat. while
thsy consulted as 70 the special variety
q Nemesis which should be visited or
Dolly'a unconscious head
eqn'spvs gosit r. said Johnny. shifting
Ais lse, at last. silf araa isliH
'ThY' said Bffly.H inoH
"We1l make an April fool Of her I
shouted Johnny, a.,.,,s s,., IN,
eyes; but how p said Bills,i
"Ah.h.hIY said johnny. "Yol