The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-07-17

Monday for three months longer.
Then winter setting in in earnest. I
was obliged to bid the old farm house
good by, without having received
from Philippe the slightest eucour-
agement 10 tell the story that was al.
ways trembling on my lips. =.
December and part of January
passed away and l had heard nothing
of Mouse's onl J sister, when. one day,
looking up from my desk, l saw him
standing in front Of me.
I've got a note for you. sir.' he
said, from Phil My heart began to
beat wildly. Itcame in one she sent
me, and she told me to put it into
your own hands,
could scarcely thank the
little fellow, / was SO surprised.
and taking the note from him, l
opened it quickly and read as follows
Dear Mr.. Lovejoy-I send you
lock Of my hair my heart fairly
jumped), and / would he ever so much
obliged to you if you would take it to
Signor RialtO, and ask him to burn it
and tell my fortune from the ashes. l
also enclose card with date Of my
birth, etc. He told Melinda Wells
in that way and it's come true. and
she's TO marry the verv one he de-
scribed on the first of March. You are
to be asked to the wedding. She is
the girl who wen; blsckberrying with
us once, and you said looked like al
Exquimeau. / wouldn't trouble you
but R"derick is too young to trust
with such an errand. and you are the
only gentleman friend | have in New
York. And the reason l don't send
directly to him by mail is that it will
be much mtre wonderful if he reads
anything true from the lock OF hair, not
knowing from whence or from whom
it comes. Your truly,
PHILIPPA DAYTON.
p. S.-Be sure to come to the we'd
ding
what nonsense = said / to myself,
my heart having gone back to its
usual tro), as E. on as l had finished
reading it. and for on instant l felt
like throwing the whole thing out of
the window. But only for an instant.
Then l opened the enclosei envelope,
took out the long, shining auburn
tresses. looked at it With admiring
eyes. came near kissing it, folded it
up, aud put it carefully away in nv
vest pocket And while putting it
away carefully in my vest pocket. an
idea came to me like a flash, which,
justif, ing myself with the thought
all's fair in love or war; / began to
Gerry out as soon as Lon came saunter.
ing in from bis lunch. 'LOn,' said /,
do you think yourself capable of writ
ing out a full and true description of
the undersigned?
What the duce do you mean? was
the rather irrelevant reply.
Just what | say, said l. 'Alonzo
Fordyce, can you. and will you. write
out nothing extenuate, or set down
aught in malice, a full and true de-
scription of your unworthy friend,
Tom Lovejoy?'
Certainly, if you are in earnest, and
1 begin to see you are. And it lent
to be at all fattered
Not at all. Lean q little to mer-
cy's side, of course, but do the work |
80 that your conscience can never re-
preach you"
We'll, here goes and selling pen
q nd paper, Lon began.
That won't do, said Hooking over
his shoulder.
'What won't do ? asked he.
Why, Tom Lovejoy.' No name
must be mentioned. Begin thus: He
is about FIVE and twenty.
All serene, said Len, taking an.
otter sheet of paper. and alternately
scribbllng and looking at me for
about ten minutes, at the end of which |
time he handed me the description
He is five and twenty; tall and
somewhat slender; with dark-blue
eyes; black hair, inclined to curl
straight nose; large mouth, partially
hidden by moustache; chin eighty
protruding; mole near. left eyebrow
small hands, of which he takes the
greatest care; bright smile; is fond
of poetry, the country and good
things to eat; hasty 10 temper; but
soon over it: hates to work, but too
honorable to shirk; kind to animals
and children of retiring disposition /;
and altogether q very good fellow
How will that do? asked Lon.
Its little too -
No, it isn't he interrupted; not a
bit 'too.' And ! sban't alter q word |