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

the table, With the freSh sheet OF paper,
the new steel pen and standish OF violet
ink before her. chow are we to begin
Dear Mike p"
"Sure. MISS" said Norah, who was
sanding respectfully near the door,
with clean colico apron, "an' amt
that too plain like? Make it little
sweeter miss-the saints be good TO
you An just tell him l love him
true, though haven't told him so be-
fore. an Ill be constant to him to the
wurreld's end There /"
Every WE'LL" said Dolly, contracting
her brows. Keep still for few
minutes-very still, mind'
And Norah, shifting her weight from
one foot to tho other, scarcely dared to
breathe, until at last Dolly flung aside
tho pen and pushed back her chair,
reading out what she had composed
with all the grace OF rhetorical effect.
"Will that do2' she asked.
And Norah, clasping her hands in de-
light, answered;
"Och, miss, an book k.print itself
couldn't be flner An if yell sign it
Your own true love- Mike III know
who it is, true aud certain"
There is mammals belll" said Dolly,
suddenly. "Run, Norah Well inclose
the letter in an envelope aud post it
after dinner. There has been quite
enough time wasted in love-letter writ
ing already"
And then she sat down, and fell into
4 sort OF half conscious reverie
"All the girls have lovers" she said,
to herself; "oyen poor Norah, who can
neither read nor write They all have
lovers except me! oh. | wonder-I
wonder how it would seem to have
loyer?''
And instinctively her thoughts
wandered OF to Bolton Bellew, the
handsome, pale-browed young artist,
whose studio was on the next street.
" Ah," she pondered, " he thinks OF
nothing but his art He has no time
to dream of lovel And IL he had am
scarcely vain enough to fancy that be
would care for me -
And Dolly Brooke cried little, she
did not know why. But when she
came upstairs after dinner the love-
letter was gone.
Dolly looked around her with fright.
ened face. The easement window was
open little way to admit the March
sunshine, and she could only imagine
that the breeze had whirled the sheet
ont of the window.
Poor Norah !" thought Dolly. "5hc
shall not be disappointed !"
And so sho sat down and wrote il all
over again as nearly az she could recol.
Iccs the impassioned phrases, inclosed
it in an envelope and directed it, cir.
cumstantially. to "Mr. Michael Mul-
lany, Blaney Hill, County Roscommon.
Ireland"
And then she herself carried il 10
the post-boI on tho corner. directly
under the windows OF Mr.. Bellows
studio. While Billy and Johnny in the
woodshed at the ED of the garden we're
giggling over the first copy OF poor
Norah's eiTusion.
" Wen kill two birds with one
s;one," said the precocious Billy, whose
rancor had been heightened by Dolly's
refusal to give him three helpings
Of raspberry jam at dinner. "we1l
make an April fool of that Bellew fell
fow that comes prowling around to see
Dolly. and we'll play game on herr"
Aud Johnny. sitting hugging his
knees on the floor. chuckIed aloud at
the prospect.
The lst OF April dawned .hilI and
bleak and showery, like anything but
the bright precursor OF spring. and Mr..
Bellew was just sitting to work on
MAID Marian" when the postman
raped loudly at the door, and letter
directed in Johnny's schoolboy chirog-
raphy was handed in.
Bellew broke it open In some bewil.
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