Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1883-03-22

probably because she was Tue only
| person in the whole room that he cared
a fig about seeing at all. But SO un-
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 a
rush and a futter, 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 nossy
yellow curls and imposing pink and
white compleNion; while somebody
else brought the big and little band
box. Its just like travelling with
Wife" said >ybil. mischicyously.
But what thc-ahem. what am |
to DO with ?" asked our bewldcrcd
hero.
Give it to somebody" said Sybi1.
inwardly hoping he would act prompt
ly on the suggestion and bcstow the
prize upon her. Amy one would be
delighted to see such a present"
do You think they would :" asked
Mr. Ellcrs!ir. varantIy, and he went
away"
Great stupid fellow - cried Sybil.
spitefaIIy, and She trpped back to the
table
Il never saw such goose" said
Laura Darlington. who hal three sis
tcrs Of her own at home,
But what am t. do with it,
said Martin t. himself. as he traycr,ed
the wintry gloom of the midnight
streets "Oh. have it, I'll give it to
Fanny Glen AMI She can make
Christmas present Of it to her little
blark-cyed cousin"
He laid tn, doh. rejoicing. on the
sofa. and went To- bed. sinking into
drcamlaud just about the time that
Fanny Glen va, taking the hairpins
out of her magnificent golden hair be-
fore the dressing bureau in her own
apartment
Why. Fanny. what aiIs you"
cried Dora. her elder sister. "Yo;. are
crying"
Il am 50 tired" guiltiIy confessed
poor Fanny.
And she wept herself to sleep,
thinking how foolish She had been. and
that. OF course. Martin Ellcrslie didn't
care q straw about her. Why should
hey
Mr.. Ell,r-Ii" rose the next morning
full Of his momcntous resolve and
made such a toilet that the landlaIy's
little boy seeing him e ont with hig
doll. nratlr rncased in her pastehuari
box. under hi, arm, .. r.a'ulat"d
oh, my eve. wha sw'U.'
The tlack-eyed little cousin admitted
him Yes. Cousin Fanny was at
home woull be- wal, into the parlor2
And our hero. befcr' h. had madeup
his mind in whaf terms to bcstow his
gift. found himself howiug and smiling
to a fair haired vision in a sunny lit
tie room. surrounded by heaps of cut
flowers.
How do you do. Mr.. EIle--lic,"
sail Fannie. color.ng and smiling. Il
am making bouquets, YOU see, for to
night"
"Exartly So" said Martin. and then
n" reflected how much more appropri-
ate = remark he nigh have made. and
turned very red.
Pray sit down." said Fanny.
-G-th" fact is. Miss Glen" said
Mr. ElIerslte, plunging in sheer dcs-
peration into the midst Of his subject.
Il have called l hope you won't be
yexcd-you have only tn say so If you
don't like It.
Fanny dropped her sprig Of hello
trope AMI looked up in surprise.
II know it isn't Of much conse-
qucnce." went on Martin. turning the
pasteboard box round and round in
/ confusion. a" but If ylu'll accent I've
known AL esteemed You SO long.
and"
The damask roses dccpencd on
Fanny's fair face. II had come at
last. then. the proposal she had antici-
/ pated so long and anxiously.
Not Of much consequence oh.
Mr.. Ellerslie." she repeated, reproach-
fully.
Would you not care for it?' he de