Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1884-11-17

rang. ssYou 50 to the door. Lizzie, : said
Mrs. Muzzy; you look better'nI.
Lizzy took OF her apron, aud went
0bediently. Time was when the tinklc
Of door-bell could make iser tremblc
all over, but she was calm enough now.
It was six months since George Allen
had been 70 see her, and she had given
up all hope of his ever coming again.
Mrs. Muzzy heard the doors open and
shut, then q murmer Of voices in the sit
ting room. Que Of the voices was IN
questionably . mans, low-pitched and
earnest. Lizzie seemed to bronx into
s0bs now and then, and once she laughed.
Mrs. Muzzy started when she heard that:
she had almost forgotten how Lizzic's
augh sounded.
ssWho on earth has Lizzie GOT in there2n
she muttered to herself; but she was a
woman who could keep her curiosity
in check. She went steadily on with her
work till the sitting-room door opened
and Lizzie came out.
But was it, LizzieG the girl with those
pink cheeks and radiant ewes, and that
dimpling MOUTH Mrs. Muzzy laid her
knife down and stared at her
sits Georgcl Gcorgel said Lizzie, in
happy, trembling whisper that seemed
almost ready to break out into a scream
Of JOY. Hes come TOTO take me up
to his house to dinner. I'm going home
to change my dress and get ready" She
was trembling so she could hardly move,
but she began pinning on her shawl in
joyful haste.
Lizzie Munroe, said her aunt, stcrnly,
ssyou don't mean TO say you're goin' on
with that Teller, after all that's hap
peneda''
Eyes, I am; he's come for me- !" Great
tears of pure delight rolled down her
cheeks. She had her hood on now, and
turned impatiently toward the sitting
room door.
''Come for you'll l s'pose eff he'd got
married to that Hammond girl an come
for you, you'd gone jest the same ~ cried
her aunt, with course sarcasm.
Eyes, / would!" cried Lizzie, rcck-
lessly. her hand on the door-knob.
: don't believe but what that Ham
mond girls given him the mittcn, else he
| wouldn't play second fiddle for any
feller"
81 would for himl" cried Lizzie. as
shameless in her happiness as she had
been in her misery. She opened the
door crack and peeped in; then she
turned to her aunt, her eyes like stars,
her cheeks fairly ablaze.
"Good-by, Aunt Jane" she said.
!" I'm sorry to leave you alone with the
You'd better change your
mind an go over to mothers TO
dinner"
Mrs. Muzzy vouchsafed no reply, and
Lizzie went into the sitting-room and
shut the door.
Pretty soon her aunt watched her and
her truant sweetheart walking down the
street. Lizzie was actually hanging on
to his arm in broad daylight
81 don't see where she took such a
muttered Mrs. Muzzy.
!" Not from my side. I'd never have
made such fool of myself over Teller. y
Then she went on with her pig-work,
righteous Indignation and scorn against
Lizzie rningling in her bosom with rebel
lion against the will of the Lord.
1t had always been her boast that she
wasn't one of the kind Of women who
are forever dropping things, and getting
burned and scalded. and cutting their
fingers. She thought there was no kind
of need Of it, if anybody had her wits
about her. and didn't fly about Like .
hen with her head cut off.
She was to prove, however, to-day that
her Boosting, for one occasion at least,
u as vain.
She had lifted the first kettle of boil
ing lard off the stove Ia safety, and de-
posted it In the sink. The second how
she did it she never knew, whether the
sudden weakening of muscle or the
slipping of finger occasioned it-she
bodily as she wac lifting it from
the fire.
None of the hot fat went on the stove.
Or there would have been q worse COM
plication of disasters. It landed on the
door and Mrs. Muzzy's right foot. She
lost none of her TcsOlute GOODNESS with
the sudden shock and agony. The ket-
lie was scorching the floor: you could
smell the burning paint. She lifted it
On the stove hearth, and cast distrust-
Eul and Indignant glance at the molten
grease spreading over the floor.
Then she had luckily pair of scissors.
within reach. She sat down and cut off.
with convulsive shivers of pain, but grim
determination, her shoe and stocking.
The foot was shOckingly burned. She
set her lips hard when she saw it.
"A half winters job" said she.
tsWeII."
She dragged herself in her chair with
Dne foot, hftching herself along, in the
Duttery, to. the -four barrel She pOwd-