Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1884-12-06

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hearts? Bl. an determined that YOU
shall tell m wien We meet again,
whether I E!.y hope or not Until
%hen, sweet ole, | an, hall in despair,
aalf hopeful,
Yours, ever, and anaIserably.
'G NJ"
He had just scrubbed of this uE
stldied effnsIon, wheE the sound Of foot
steps OF the stairs chased away The
soft shadows Of his iCve-dream, and he
had inst time TO slip the paper under a
leaf OF NORWAY spruce tw-gs, when Mrs.
Meeker and Miss Orinthia Brown en-
tered.
"At work so soon I! crlel the latter,
archly. '1sn't he industrious, Mrs.
Meeker 2"
Yes" said Gilbert, hypocritic My.
I'm at work already. y
SO he was-but not exactly for the
fair.
He watched ner7ously for an oppor
tnnity to possess himself Of the precious
sheet OF paper, without observation, tu.
Mss Osinthia, doubtless prompted
thereto by some baesul evil spirit, how
ar.d arol,nd the spruce boughs, like a
nidi!c- aged turtlc-iovc, and effectua.!y
sardod oil his designs. And presently
ne ya- borne down stairs in the popular
current, !" pen some boxes of donations,
,uhiob |. 81 arr;.a al hv
II can easily come back to get it when
they are busy cackiing over the new
things" he thought.
Bnt fit illustration this Of the futiiity
of all human paus- when he came re-
| jpicing back, some twenty minutes or so
later the sheet was gone
Gone, leaving 10 trace or vestige be-
hind gone, utterly and entirely
Il believe there has been some super
| human agency at work" thought our
bewildered hero, rs he tumbled over the
chaotic contents of the table in vain.
But Mr.. Mott was wrong. The agency
had been exceeding Y human-no other
:, in fact than misch!evous little Billy Ar
lington, come UP IN search Of stray
prizes for the famous Grabbing which
bad been temporarily delivered into his
hands. Ccrnucopias, pin-cushions, scent
bags, needle-books he pounced On alike,
au,l, perce:vInc sheet Of pink paper,
written On, he crumlled it into An old
envelope, directed "Niss Orinthia A.
Brown" which lay beyond.
what larks it will be" thought the
incorriglblc Billy. ''Some Of the girls'lI
think they've got loveletter, and oh,
how mad they'll be, when they find it
amt nothing but one of Rintley's re-
ceipts or crochet patterns.
And away rushed Master Billy, little
recking of the mischief he was unwlt-
tingly working to the cause Of True
Love
The evening of the fair came the
pretty rooms. made still prettier by
paper roses an, evergreen garlands,
were crowded with the brave. the fair,
and some that were neither one nor the
other Georgia Arlington, presiding at
one Of the tables, looked lovely enough
to drive half dozen young men dis.
thia, IN arustline slate -colored silk dress
went about like an autumn leaf in high
WIND The grab-bag circulated from
hand TO hand, carrying. as Is the wont
of ,ct3 mt, n
merrlment and laughter in its wake
Georgia drew cigar case-Mr. Mot
became the proprietor OF rag doll and
Miss Orinthia B.own drew-a letter, ad
dressed to herself
Gilbert Mott. leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrvino NJ
g Georgia and displaying her prize Will
a malicious giee: while Georgia co.oret
and bit her lin, ard looked ready to cry
and felgned a merry little ripple o
laughter, AL II one and the same breath
"Why don't that horrid old maid h eel
away from Georgia Arlington !" though
4 dried up bunch OF raisins beside
cluster Of blooming Isabella grapes
And watching his opportunity II,
Tipped through the crowd and edged vi
10 The table where Georgia was selling
pm cushions and tape trimmings az a,
exorb!tant price
Georgia :" he whispered softly
Georgia !.
But sic turned her head haughtii,
away.
Please to excuse ne, Mr.. Mott sh
said eoollv.
While Gilbert was staring ST her /,
engagement hand was slipped throusl
his arm, and Miss Orin,hia Brown DIRE,
him gently away.
'Wnere are you soing!" he demand
81. rather unwii.ingly.
''Just outside the door, one minute.
whispered Miss Orinthia iaiterlngiy
4. is not il the tuuult Of conno'