Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-10-04
VOL. LVII.

house. For everybody knows says
that that's all that Rufe Darling's got
to recommend him; and he's old
enough to be her father into the bar
GAIN says /. And he just turned his
horse and kerridge around, without
ever having the politeness to say
'good-by,' and druv' off like Jehu in
the opposite direction"
Young men amt accountable when
they're in love-" sighed Miss Polonia
Johnson, who was suspected of being
the poeteSS who wrote the love sonnets
in the Pekasset Weekly oracle.
Il amt one that NEEDLES with other
folks affairs" said Miss Lorinda,
viciously biting off piece of soda
biscuit and butter; "but ] shall never
encourage flirting with any man,
while you're engaged to another. It's
clean ag'in my principles"
And before the next days sun had
set, everybody in Pekasset knew all
about Miss Bourne's engagement to
Squire Rufus Darling.
Don't mind it, Gilbert" said old
Mrs. Dawson. ''Do not let a girls
silly capriceS break your heart.
He lay on the sofa in the pretty
little "keeping-room," where the floor
was carpeted with blue, because blue
was Lillian Bournes favorite color,
and the walls were papered with
punches of white-and-gold lilies,
because the lily was her namC-hower.
Fringes Of pale mignonette hung on
the window-boXes, and canary chirp-
ed gleefully in the sunshine; for Gilbert
had made his home beautiful because
he wanted Lillian to like it.
"Mother, said the young man, with
tremble in his voice, Il loved her."
"But you were never actually be-
trothed," spoke the old lady, pitifully.
"Not in words, mother but we un-
derstood each other, and No matter;
it's over AMI. past now," said Gilbert,
sadly.
Mrs. Dawson pressed his hand with
true maternal sympathy.
my poor boy" she whispered.
Try and forget her"
Il can't do that, mother. But" with
a sudden resolve, III go away from
here. I'll accept my Uncle Raven
burns invitation to 60 with him to
those old Mexican cities, where he is
to sketch and paint. I'm not much of
an artist myself, but l can manage to
while the time away somehow. AT all
events, l can stay here and see Lillian
married to that pompous fellow, Oar
ling!"
He had not been gone ten minutes
to the village, after that momentous
conversation, when there came the
tiniest of knocks to the door, and in re-
sponse to Mrs. Dawson; ;; Come imp
there entered-Miss Lillian Bourne
herself.
Fresh from the spring woods. with a
basket of the pale pink, trailing arbutus
she herself had gathered, in her hand.
But she paused on the threshold as
she saw the hardening lines around the
mouth of Gilberts mother.
Am in the way?" she asked
timidly. Have | come at the wrong
lme?"
"Pray walk in," said Mrs. Dawson
trying to simulate the cordiality which
her soul refused to offer 20 the girl who
had broken her ms heart.
Il found these arbutus-stars in the
woods" said she. Il knew you were
fond of Them. May L prt them in
saucer of water for you?'
"Mrs. Dawson assented, still without
much w rmth OIL Il AIM
Il am l uch obliged to you," said
she, coldly.
Il hope Gilbert is WE'LL" said Lillian,
the color flaming ~ sly up into her
check.
"Quite well, thank your said Mrs.
Dawson. "He is going to Mexico with
my brotler, Mr.. Ravenburn, next
week, and is consequently very busy,
because Why, what is the matter
Miss Bourne?"
For Lillian had grown deadly pale,
and uttered little cry.
"Its-its my TOOTH" she faltered
''It has been filled; and sometimes the
cold air makes it jump SO dreadfullyI
1 think I'll 60 home and put little oil
of peppermint on it,"
And so Lily slipped away, and cried
all the way home, behind her veil.
But by the time she reached her own
little room, however, sorrow had given
place to anger.
"What have l done that he should
treat me SOP" she asked herself, with
indignant heart-beats.