News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-11-06


Gone, leaving no trace or vestige be
hind-gone, utterly and entirely
81 believe there has been some super
human agency at work p thought on
bewildered hero, as he tumbled over tn
chaotic contents of the table in vain.
But Mr.. Mott was wrong. The agenc,
had been exceedingly human-no othe
in fact than mischievous little Billy Ar
lington, come up in search of stra,
prizes for the famous Grab-bag whicl
had been temporarily delivered into his
hands. Cornucopias, pin-cushions, scent
bags, needle-books he pounced on alike
and, perceiving sheet of pink paper
written on, he crumpled it into an ole
envelope, directed "Miss Orinthia A.
Brown, which lay beyond.
"What larks it will be-" thought the
incorrigible Billy. :'Some of the girls II
Shink they've got a love-Ietter, and oh,
how mad they'll be, when they find it
1 amt nothing but one of Rintley's re-
ceipts or crochet patterns"
And away rushed Master Billy, little
recking of the mischief he was unwit-
tingly working to the cause of True
Love
The evening of the fair came-and the
pretty rooms. made still prettier by
paper roses and evergreen garIands,
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 a dozen young men dis
tracted, instead of one and Miss Orin-
thia, in rustling 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 these institutions, a little current of
merriment and laughter in its wake
Georgia drew a cigar case-Mr. Mott
became the proprietor of a rag doll and
Miss Orinthia Brown drew-a letter, ad-
dressed to herself.
Gilbert Mott. leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrying up
to Georgia and displaying her prize with
a malicious glee; while Georgia colored
and bit her lip, and looked ready to cry,
and feigned merry little ripple of
laughter, all in one and the same breath.
"Why don't that horrid old maid keep
away from Georgia Arlington r. thought
our discontented hero. "She looks like
dried up bunch of raisins beside a
cluster of blooming Isabella grapes.
And watching his opportunity he
slipped through the crowd and edged up
to the table where Georgia was selling
pin cushions and tape trimmings at an
exorbitant price.
Georgia. p he whispered softly,
Georgia r.
But she turned her head haughtiiy
away.
''Please to excuse me, Mr.. Mott, she
said coolly.
While Gilbert was staring at her in
hand was slipped through
his arm, and Miss Orinthia Brown drew
him gently away.
Where are you going?" he demand
ed, rather unwillingly.
"Just outside the door, one minute"
whispered Miss Orinthia falteringly. |
sit is not in the tumult of a common |
crowd that such words should b |
spoken +
''What words? 1 haven't an idea
what you mean !" cried the young man.
Orinthia drew into the hail, her head |
dropped on his shoulder.
YES" she faltered, Eyes How |
could you for a moment doubt it y
doubt what? Excuse me, Miss
Brown, but 1 think your wits are for
saking you," said Gilbert Mott, striving
to extricate himself from the damsel's |
grasp.
Colbert, would you, then, be false to
me? 2" sobbed Orinthia, with the dawn
ing symptoms of Mysteries.
81 False to you ?" echoed our hero.
miss Brown, will you be SO good as to
tell me at once, and plainly, what you
are speaking about p
Orinthia Browns sallow cheeks red
dened, her eyes sparkled ominously, as
she drew from her pocket the precious
missive.
"Do you mean to say, sir, that you
didn't write this letter ?" she de-
manded.
Gilbert took the letter and scrutinized
it closely.
"Yes, of course, wrote the letter"
"Then, dearest-"
Stop, though" he interrupted, fran
tically. sit wasn't to you"
"Not to mel
"NoI Do you suppose L want to
marry you p
Miss Orinthia uttered q shrill shrek
but the next moment she was alone. |
Gilbert Mott had vanished.
For the matter was growing serious
now If Georgia were to be won, she
must be won at once, before Fate con-
spirsd with any other old maid to de-
prive him of her coveted love.
Georgia" he said, planting himself
resolutely beside her. 81 have got
something [ want to say to you" -
s'You had great deal better say it to
your beloved Miss Orinthia," said
Georgia, tossing her faxen curls.
"But she isn't my beloved Miss Orin-
thia," cried Gilbert.
81 suppose you will be denying your
own handwriting next" said Georgia,
Indignantly. "But it's of no use F.; saw
the letter myself"
"But, Georgia, the letter was written
to you"
"Then," said Georgia, frightening up
q little, chow did she get it?'
''That's just what [ can't comprehend
myself" said Gilbert; "but one thing
I'm very certain of love you, and you
alone, and won't leave you till you tell
me whether the love is returned"
And he did not neither was it neces-
sary for him to stay there very long.
But to this day, nobody, save Billy,
the irrepressible, knows Just how
Georgia's letter came into Miss Orin-
thia Browns hands.
A HAPPY GEORGIAN. - The Macon
(Ga) Telegraph says: There lives in
Forsyth an old gentleman who is now in
his seventy-ninth year. He was con-
verted in 1888, licensed to preach in
1S40, and has been preaching ever since.
He never served on jury, never was