The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-07-30
In The Wrong Hands.

AGISS ORINTHIA BROWN Sc
me down her teacup with an EN-
wv phasis that made all the chi
! S%SS na rattle. And little Mrs
Mecker jumped nervously at tn
sound.
II never heard anything so ridic
ulous in all my life" said Mis-
Brown, derisivelY. Colbert Mott il
love with Georgia Arlington! Why
she is a mere doll with big blu
eyes and pink cheeks and yello'
curls.
"She's very fascinating in he
manner" Mrs. Meeker ventured t.
remark.
"Oh, pshaw," was Miss Orinthia'
contemptuous comment. "And yol
really think that he's in love will
herr
eyes, l must say that l think so.
"Ah-h h" said Orinthia, mean
ingly. "If only dared to tell yo'
allr'
Dear mel" said Mrs. Meeker, ca
gerly; "what do you mean?"
Nothing" said Miss Brown will
nod of her head. He walket
home from church last night will
me-didn't he?"
Eyes, but"
Gle stayed on my side of The
room all the time we were decorat
inc the fair rooms with evergreens
didn't hep
''Ye but that was because"
"And--but never mind, never
mind, said Miss Orinthia, my2teri-
ously ''Time will show! Georges
Arlington, indeed-why she's moth
ing but a child-a mere school girl
| know better!'
do tell me, Miss Orinthia, "
pleaded Mrs. Meeker. as he really
engaged to you?'
Mss Orinthia pursed up her lips
dropped her eyelids with a manner
that was wonderfully eloquent, but
she would not commit herself to &c
any further.
Let's go up stairs and finish
dressing those China dolls for the
lucky bag" said Miss Brown. eve
shall get more money out of the
lucky bag than anything else, and
we must be sure and have it well
furnished
While the tea-drinking ceremoni
al had been going on in the lower
part of the mansion of Mrs. Meek
er, quite different chain Of circum
stances was transporting above stairs.
Mr.. Gilbert Mott, who had been in
weighed into the snares of the Ia
dies fair nolens volens, had come
early to help in the last prepara
tons, and walking up'to the work
room had surprised a lovely blue
eyed lassie in the occupation of fill
ing sundry cones of bright-hued pa
per with sugar plums and French
bon bons.
Georgia Arlington shook back
her curls and blCshed like a June
rosebud as she started up.
"Don't go, Miss Arlington, please p
pleaded Gilbert, himself not unem-
barrassed. But Georgia muttered
something about a roll of ribbon
which she had forgotten and futter-
ed past him ere he could remon-
strate further.
Gilbert looked after her with a
whimsical expression of despair on
his cOuntenance.
Now, why does she run away
hom me like that?" he said to him
self. probably because she knows
it tantalizes me. But I'll be even
with her yet; if she won't let me tell
her how dearly love her, I'll write
to herr
And needless Of the neglected
piles of cedar sprigs and princess
pine yet waiting t. be wrought into
garlands, aud Selling pen and ink
began a passionate billet-doux after
the following fashion;
My OWN PRECIOUS DARLING: Why
are you so cold and cruel to nc?
Why will you not let me tell you in
words what you must haye read in
my eyes-the story of my hearts
devotion? For love you, and have
loved you, and shall love you to the
worlds end; and you must have
seen it for yourself during the last
few daya that we have been work
ing together for the CHURCH fair
Yet you will not give me a word or
a glance of encouragement. Is this
right, my ruthless queen of hearts?
But l am determined that you shall
tell me when we meet again wheth-
er l may hope or not. Until then,
sweet one, | am half in despair, half
hopeful. Yours affcctionately,
G.. NJ.
He had just scrubbed Off this un-
studied efiusion when the sound of
footsteps on the stairs chased away
the soft shadows of his love dream
and he had just time to slip the pa
per under a leaf of Norway spruce
twigs Ehen Mrs. Meeker and Miss
Orinthia Brown entered.
AT work soonw cried the latter,
archly. Isn't he industrious, Mrs.
Meekeri'
"Yes," said Gilbert, hypocritical-
ly, Il am al work already"
So he was, but not exactly for
the fair
He watched neryoUsly for an OPP
portunity to possess himself of the
precious sheet of paper without Oh
servation, but Miss Orinthia, doubt
less prompted thereto by some bale
full evil spirit, lowered around the
spruce bOughs like a middle-aged
turtle dove and ehectually Yarded
off his designs. And presently he
was borne down stairs IN the pOpu-
lar current to open some boxes of
donations which had just arrived by
parcel delivery.
i can easily come back to get it
when they are busy cackling over
the new things" he thought.
But-ft illustration this of the
fuulity Of all human plans-when
he came rejoicing back some TWEEN
ty inmates or so later the sheet