Daily globe., 1883-05-27

and futter, and he heard his own
name called in all the notes OF the
human gamut.
"What is it?" he asked, vaguely star
ing around him.
you've drawn the big DOLL" cried
little Sibyl Percy, dancing up to him
and laying in his arms the huge waxen
abomination, with the fossy yellow
curls and imposing pink and white
complexion; while somebody else
brought the big and little bandbox.
"It's just like travelling with wife,"
said Sibyl, mischievously.
"But what the-ahem, what am I to
do with it ?" asked our bewildered hero.
"Give it to somebody" said Sibyl,
inwardly hoping he would act promptly
on the suggestion and bestow the prize
upon her. "Any one would be de-
lighted to see such present"
DO you think they would?" asked
Mr.. Ellerslie, vacantly, and he went
away.
Great stupid fellow!" cried Sibyl,
spitefully, and she tripped back to the
table.
Il never saw such goose" said
Laura Darlington, who had three sis
ters of her own at home.
But what am I to do with it?" said
Martin to himself, as he traversed the
wintry gloom Of the midnight streets.
"Oh, I 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 hair-pins
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 cry.
ing"
81 am SO tired" guiltily confessed
poor Fanny.
And she wept herself to sleep, think
ing how foolish she had been, and that
of course Martin Ellerslie didn't care a
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 big doll,
neatly incased in her pasteboard box,
under his arm, elected, profanely:
"Oh, my eye, what a 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 fairly
made up his mind in what terms to be-
stow his gift, found himself bowling and
smiling to fair-haired vision in sun
ny little room surrounded by heaps of
cut flowers.
"How do you do, Mr.. Ellerslie?" said
Fanny, coloring and smiling. IT am
making bouquets, you see, for to-
night"
Exactly So" said Martin, and then
he reflected how much more appropri-
ate remark he might have made, and
turned very red.
"Pray sit down." said Fanny.
'I-I-the fact is, Miss Clen," said
Mr.. Ellerslie, plunging in sheer despe-
ration into the midst of his subject; It
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
Il knowit isn't of much consequence"
went on Martin, turning the pasteboard
box round and round in confusion, "but
if you'll accept-Tve known and es-
teemed you so long, and"
The damask roses deepened on Fan
ny fair face. It had come at last,
then, the proposal she had anticipated
so long and anxiously
"Not Of much consequence! Oh, Mr..
Ellerslie, " she repeated. reproachfully.
Would you care for it?" he demand
ed, quite oblivious, in the embarrass-
ment of the moment, that he hadn't
even named the gift.
"Care for it? ?" the tears sparkled in
Fanny's eyes. "When you know I love
you, Martin"
And she ran into the arms of our as
tonished hero.
When he went down the door-steps
he was an engaged man, how and when
he hardly knew himself. And, as fate
would have it, the first parsonage
against whom he tumbled was GUY
Barnes.
Hello" said Guy. whats up?"