Frostburg mining journal., 1882-08-12
Selrrt Storp,
SISTER sALLIE,s SCHEME.

| SISTER S4LLIE'S SCHEME.
Harrison Day was an old bachelor.
Not so very old either-only little
way into the thirties. But why he
was a bachelor at all, the Lord only
knows-I don't I'm sure for he was
one Of the most domestic men living,
and loved nothing better than cosy
home freside, with friend or two
to help him enjoy it.
He was not excessively bashful, and
he was quite able TO afford the expense
of home, Though, for that matter,
many young man has found it costs
less to keep two than it does to keep
one sometimes. lie was quite popu-
lar in society, and he might have suit
ed himself if he choose-but he didn' t
choose.
Perhaps the main reason was that
he had such comfortable home with
his brother; for ever since George
Day married pretty Sallie Snow, Har-
rison had boarded with them. And
Sallie took euch good care of him and
his traps, that he never felt the want
OF a home.
That's the way with a man-if
everything keeps tight and tidy, ne
can do very well by himself; but once
let things get at SKIES and sevens
Generally at about sixties and seven
ties sundermasculine rule) and straight
way he locks around for a woman to
straighten them up.
However, be the reason what it
may, Harrison Day was bachelor,
and 40 he might have been to this
day, if the fates had not sent Mrs.
Sallie a visitor one summer in the
shape of plump, sweet little school
ma am, with cheeks round and rosy
as June apple, and lovely brown
hair, which was neither "banged" nor
burned with hot irons into state OF
nasty mussiness, nor yet worn in G
horrible "lunatic fringe" but simply
rolled back in soft, smooth loops and
braids such as many a New York
belle would give half her diamonds
to have by natural right on her own
head.
This pretty little schoolma am was
called Laura Wilson, and it fell out
that Mrs. Sallie--George being away
from home-asked her brother-in law
to meet Miss Wilson at the depot on
the day when she was expected to ar
rive.
Harrison did not altogether fancy
this task. But he could not be dis.
obliRing to his good little sister, so he
marched to the railway station like a
hero.
When the tram came in there were
only three lady passengers. One wat
a large benevolent looking old woman
with basket-couldn't be che. The
next was pretty miss in brown
couldn't be she either. But the mex
was a tall, angular female, with glass
es and most terrific "pull-back."
"The beau ideal of q schoolma am
Couldn't sne flourish birch rod in su
perb style |" mentally observed Har
rison.
Upon that he walked out on tn,
platform, and addressed the lady will
the grandest bow.
"I presume 1 address Miss Wilson, p
The lady drew back and said, rig
idly:
"Sir, you presume too far. I hav,
not the honor of your acquaintance.
She passed on, and Harrison drew
back somewhat abashod, when tn
pretty schoolgirl touched his arm.
II am MISS Wilaon. Did Cousil
Sallie send you to meet me, sir ?" sh
ssid, in sweet clear voice.
Harrison assured her he was sent
most agreeably su'prise d to find ihi
dear little thing was his SISTERS guest
and took her checks to get her bag
gage. They were soon or their wa
to Georges in carriage, and Harri
e-n used his ewes so well 40 to d;soo,