The Middlebury register and Addison County journal. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1883-1885, 1883-03-09

IudI ht ndu Hldut a uohhey VI hiih-
self.
Then he went away, and didn't s,e
Fanny Glen again the whole evening
probably because she was the only
person in the whole room that he cared
fig about seeing at all But so I'M
kind is fate to lovers.
Just as he was edging his way out
of the place, in very desperate and
detected frame of mind, there was
rush and flutter, and he heard his
own name called in all the notes of the
human gamut.
"What is it ?" he asked, vaguely
staring around him.
"You've drawn the big doll ?" cried
little Sybil Percy, dancing up to him
and laying in his arms the huge
waxen abomination, with its flossy
yellow curls and imposing pink and
white compilations; while somebody
else brought the big and little band
box. cts just like travelling with Il
wife," said Sybil, mischievously.
But what the-ahem, what am l
to do with it?" asked our bewildered
hero.
"Give it to somebody" said Sybl,
inwardly hoping he would act prompt
ly on the suggestion and bestOw the
prize upon her. "Any one would be
delighted to see such present"
"Do you think they would?" asked
Mr.. Ellerslie, vacantly, and he went
away"
Great stupid fellow !" cried Sybil.
spitefully, and she tripped back to the
table.
81 never saw such goose" said
Laura Darlington, who had three sis
tiers of her own at home.
"But what am l to do with it ?"
said Martin to himself, as he traversed
the wintry gloom of the midnight
streets. "Oh, l have it! I'll give it to
Fanny Glen and she can make a
Christmas present of it to her little
black-eyed cousin"
He laid the doll, rejoicing, on the
sofa, and went to bed, sinking into
dreamland just about the time that
Fanny Glen was taking the hairpins
out of her magnificent golden hair be-
fore the dressing bureau in her own
apartment.
"Why, Fanny, what ails you?"
cried Dora, her elder sister. "You are
crying"
81 am so tired guiltily confessed
poor Fanny.
And she wept herself to sleep,
thinking how foolish she had been, and
that, of course, Martin Ellerslie didn't
care straw about her. Why should
he?
Mr.. Ellerslie rose the next morning
full of his momentous resolve, and
made such toilet that the landlady's
little boy seeing him go out with a big
doll, neatly encased in her pasteboard
box, under his arm, {. a ,ulated
oh, my eye, whata swell"
The black-eyed little cousin admitted
him. Yes. Cousin Fanny was at
home-would he walk into the parlor ?
And our hero, before he had made up
his mind in whaC terms to bestow his
gift, found himself bowling and smiling
to fair-haired vision in sunny lit
tie room, surrounded by heaps of cut
flowers.
GLOW do you do, Mr.. Ellerslie, y
said Fannie, coloring and smiling. 81
am making bouquets, you see, for to-
night"
Exactly so,' said Martin, and then
he reflected how much more appropri.
ate remark he nigh have made, and
turned very red.
"Pray sit down." said Fanny.
"I-I-the fact is, Miss Clen," said
Mr.. Ellerslie, plunging in sheer des
peration into the midst of his subject
81 have called--I hope you won't be
vexed-you have only to say so if you
don't like it,"
Fanny dropped her sprig of hello
trope and looked up in surprise.
81 know it isn't Of much conse
quence," went on Martin, turning thu
pasteboard box round and round il
confusion, "but if you'll accept-Fv'
known ald esteemed you so long
and"
The damask roses deepened OF
Fannys fair face. 1t had come a
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