The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1882-07-28

her feet into her slippers, and hastene
where duty had been calling her fo
some time Baby sat, as good as golc
nursing a bottle of tomato sauce, snug
| ly wrapped in dsh.towel, in the yer
spot where she had been when Rick
ring summoned her sister to the door
Only one small flask lay broken on tn
| floor, filling the air with the subtle fra
GRANGE of garlic. THAT won't be miss
ed, said Lettie. "Thank fortune, ther
is no worse mischief done But tn
"thank" was scarcely uttered when he
eyes fell upon the last jar of the famou
peach marmalade, the secret of tn,
making which died with grandmamma
and which was being carefully kept 70
Aunt Emorys (Aunt Emory was an oil,
maid worth S30,00O) birthday. Their
it stood directly in front of Baby, will
more than half of its thick paper ha
torn off, and yawning cavity made i,
its precious contents by little scoopin!
fingers.
ooh, Baby, why couldn't you hav,
taken any jar but that? ?" asked Lefty
reproachfully and dramatically.
But Baby evidently had no excus,
to offer for not doing so, for she KEEP
on growing to her bottle doll, while hel
sister hastily fashioned another papel
hat and tied it securely over what re
mained of the original covering.
Then said baby: "Rick tiss I-nic,
Rick y
"Oh, that is what he was doing wher
she foolishly imagined he Twas waiting
for her to come and implore her for
giveness-giving good-by to Baby. She
might have known it, for he had always
loved Baby dearly.
eyes, Baby, nice Rick, good Rick
dear Rick; but for all that the ring he
gave mt goes back tomorrow unless
hear from him to light. How dare ht
wish that we had never met p
But she did not hear from him thai
night, and the next day the little banC
of gold was released from its hiding
place in her thick brown hair, and {
too-faithful messenger placed it in Rick,
hands as he left his place of business.
But, ah what silent, sorrowful maid
en- wandered about the Lousberry dwell
ing thereafter what a listless, weary
voice repeated the nursery rhymes tha,
Baby demanded fifty times a dayl
"No nice-no more, said Baby, Miss
ing the merry tones and the happy
laugh.
But Mrs. Lousberry was not at all
displeased with the turn affairs haG
taken. Brougham Brown suited her
much better as a prospective son in-law
than Richard Creighton. One was 6
wealthy young brewer, the other a poor
clerk in "a counting house.
'Letty will soon get over it, she sale
to Lettys father, whose heart ached al
sight of his daughters sad face. "A
first love disappointment is always hard
to bear for while. | thought | should
have died when Stepnen Ford married
my cousin; but | didn't; | lived to mar
ry you, and | have seal skin cloak
and Mrs. Ford hasn't even a jacket"
And Brougham Brown, who wa,
really a manly, generous, good-heartet
fellow in spite of his beer and wealth
encouraged by the maternal head of tn,
house began devoting himself in tn,
most ardent fashion to Lefty; and she
seeing her mothers pleasure thereat
and hearing no word from Rick, re
ceived his attentions in a passive, unre
sponsive way,
Three months went by, and it wa
Aunt Emory's birthday, and that &c
centric old lady had decided to divid,
it among the family, lunching with on,
portion, dining with another, and sup
ping with third, The lunch party wa
given at her sister Lettia's (Mrs. Lous
berry,, and some half dozen ole
friends and some dozen relatives wer,
bidden to the feast Lefty in a seagreer
gown 0tick's favorite gown, with ;
spray of pink hyacinths (Rick's favorit,
spring flower in her hair, went quietl,
about welcoming the guests, Broughan
Brown following her like a shadow
until lunch was announced Then tax
ing her place at the table, the younl
man still near her, she raised the cove
from and dipped spoon INTO the las
jar of grandmamma's famous peacl
(she had it placed before her, trustin!
to be able to hide the mischief Bah,
had done), when somebody said, ad
dressing her mother; "Have you hearC
that Richard Creighton is going abroad
for his health? He has given up hi
situation, and sails in day or two
They say he has failed lately,
And the very next moment Aun
Emory fixed her spectacled eyes upol
her niece's poor. pale face, and asked
sharply; "What is the matter, child
DO you see anything dreadful in tn
sweets ?"
"No, maam," answered Lefty, wit
pitiful attempt at a smile, when tn
spoon struck something harder tha
preserved peaches should be.
"Let me help you" said Brougham
and with one turn of his wrist he place
upon the dainty china shell before he
"a wad of paper.
Sand so that is the last of the cele
brated marmalade, is it?" asked Aun
Emory. II don't want any. prefe
my sweets unmixed with Unknown fol
eign substances. Take it away, Norah
| But Lefty was already slowly unrol
ing the paper Gt proved to be the mis-
ing part of the jars original haN-
rather difficult thing to accomplish, ,
it stuck persistently to her small finger
but accomplished at last, when out ro
= ed the little gold pig, And on the i