Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-09-01

wires and laid him tenderly against her
face.
SIS he dead q'-Neil had stolen up
softly. .sBy Jovel IfIhad only known
he belonged TO you, Miss Jessie, Ia have
charged in, but / thought he was the
property Of the family, and didn't
carel Beastly shame Don't cryl III
get you another
mo. thank you, Mr.. Manning, but
I-don't-want-an ! loved
Tweet sop Jessie's tears streamed
again.
Perhaps he isn't dead. BY George!
What SPLENDID little girl you are NO
thing has ever afforded me such exquisite
satisfaction as to see you charge In ana
rout those young South Sea Islanders!
It's better than any sermonw added Nell,
with relish
Ouray and Pursune, upon hearing
themselves thus openly vili6ed, scowled
hldeously, and swelled up with pure
soul.
Presently, from the depths of the
fluffy yellow throat came muff1ed
"Tweetr'
''oh. do you hear, Mr.. Manning ?
Tweet!n
Then the little black topknot became
animated. He hoped up on JESSIE fin
ger, shook his crumpled feathers, cooked
his bead-life eyes, and responded, in an
injured tone, "Tweetp'
Mrs Howard, from the window, had
witnessed the whole scene, and she fairly
shivered with Mortified dismay.
There had been occasions since her first
introduction to Miss Jessie upon which
she had longed to etherize her, but the
desire was never more paramount than
now.
The only reason that the worthy lady
had consented to immune herself In the
dull village of Pinington with her dear
schoolmate, Azelia Finley, was that she
knew that Jessie would be thrown In
the society of Neil Manning.
Having successfully piloted three
daughters through the whirlpools and
quicksands of single blessednesss, and
anchored them securely to the beacon
lights of matrlmony, she was determined
to do no less by her youngest, although
she often sighed over the base ingrati-
tude of this same willful youngest.
with his friend Finley-a fine fellow.
whom the sweets of matrimony had
turned into the gall of bitterness
knew his cubs were cubs, and said reck-
lessly:
Bother the 'pleygues of Egypt,
Neil! l can't and won't give you up!"
So every year regularly Neil did pen
ance at Pinington. 1t is true, he usually
departed therefrom in a lacerated con-
dition, physically and mentally, charged
with vindictiveness toward LAMBS in
general, but Ouray and Pursune in par
ticular. 1t was further augmented when
he reflected how extreme was the i'm
probability of these two being slowed
away under the violets and Carrara
statuafy.
Mrs. Heyward's exclamation through
half-closed venetians was this:
"Wretched, misguided girl, you have
lost him! Icould exterminate you, Jessie,
after all my sacrifices. Men don't marry
girls who display temper before the
ceremony. Heavens! what trials are
minel An eligible match disappearing
before my very eyes9"
The venetians received the confidence
stolidly. and Mrs. Hayward retired to her
couch to grumble.
81 have such dreadful temper" said
Jessie, remorsefully. '.Tweet was not
really hurt. Her sweet eyes looked no
in Neil's, but the expression she met
there made hers drop again. ''Do you
think it was very unladylike, she fall
tered.
MOI with man S curt emphasis. 81
never witnessed anything so fascinating.
1t did me SO much good to know that
little thing like you could fog success
fully young wild Indian of twelve.''
Neil spoke truly. He had not admired
Jessie Hayward especially other than a
nice, rather pretty girl; but he was i'm
billing such doses of Finleys Azalia that
he would have welcomed xantippe as a
boon, even if she had not possessed the
external attractions of Jessie Hayward
Ouray, who had been decorating his
hair with cookie burrs. his face tied up
In an immense scowl, was suddenly
stricken with penitence.
Il didn't go for to hurt your old bird,
Jessie, he bawled out, with a wild disre-
gard of 9 Murray cit was old Pud.
Him, say-him say, Let's fry Jessie's old
red birdp / sav-how hard can YOU
wallop, thought Blistersl if you can't
| didn't mind that so much" he added,
morosely, but I hate to be lathered by
a girl.
s'sYou keep quiet sir. I'll wallop yon,.
as you call it, again, when think you
deserve it, Fry Tweet, indeedI Poor
Tweetr'