The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-10-29

miner, Miss Lothorp. Why. yor surely
not goingp"
"Yes; you will please excuse me, but
/ remember that have pressing en-
gagement that l cannot slight Good
bye" -.
II am sorry, Miss Lothorp." said
David, in husky voice, surprise and
indignation making his naturally stupid
tongue dumb. "Good morning. Oh,
auntI What have you donepT ho ex-
claimed, rs he closed the door aftor the
young lady. II can hardly say thank
you for airing those spicy anecdotes of
my Juvenile days" he continued, Bit
terly, as he busted himself before his
easel "What will she thinkp" was
the next thought "And she'll never
come backp' he unluckily muttercd
aloud. Alas, poor Dave!
"You blamed fool, Dave MaryinI"
exclaimed Aunt Eliza, grasping tho
ferule of her umbrella. "You blamed
fool!"
"AuntI'
"Y'are. Is'pose ye'll be brin ging
that proud hussy homo tor Rcdinoton
when ye git her. He. he! When you
do! But, never fear, Dave, no one
that's insulted me-"
"Once Tor all, aunt"
One-half hour afterwari Aunt Eliza
came out into tho broad daylight, mop
ping her moist brows, aud frownng
darkly ut the fifth floor window. from
whence her painter nophow was gaz-
ing down stupidly on tho crowded
street.
Another morning two weeks lster.
David was at his easel. working on tho
deep brown eyes, with tho heavily
| fringed lashes. Was it-no-but it
was tho original again sitting before
him.
"Yos I really thought that you would
mover como again. You were 80 terri
bly, put out, you know" hc was saying
the hot blood mounting to his brow.
'Why, what made you think that? I
was very much amused by tho old lady;
she is very communicative. don't you
think?' she asked with queor gloam
In her eyes that the poor fellow dread-
ed so much.
"Ah, yes-that is" .he stammer-
ed, then Quilted his work, and brush
and palette were thrown down.
Miss Lothorp!"
"Mr. Marvin!''
He stopped and looked doubtingly
around him.
"Miss Lothorp, don't you-I mean
would you mind hearing moro about
that little follow who carried his sisters
tho way she saidP''
NO answer; the eyes wero hidden by
the long lashes, and faint. shell-like
TINT crept over her face.
"fou will not say that you have an
enSagementP" ho asked, thinking he
n
feeling brave.
"Oh, will you not believe meP 1t
was really the truth. Why should I
make an excuse whom like"
A full stop.
What? Whoma"
What were you going TO say, Mr..
Marvinp" she inquired, ignoring his
question. Something about Yourself,
you IL remember"
lit was-not until you finish your
sentence" he said.
"Mr. Marvin, yourself or nothing"
Myself! Do you mean it, MaboiP l
was going to say that lovo you, my
Queen Mab!"
That incorrgible young man was on
his knees, grasping tho two warm
palms of Miss Lothorp. Her dark head
was bent over him, the bonnie brown
eyes that David both loved and feared
were looking down in his blue orbs
with unuttorable tenderness. What
more was needodp
'Darling, your turn now." he whis-
pered. "You likedSwhomP"
IL! o. David! intended to tell
you-not now. but somewhere off in the
vague ages-that liked to listen to
the lady's chat about"
A pause.
'Me! o darling of darlings!"
The postures wero something artis-
tic, since their attitudes were struck
quito innocently, somewhat after that
painting of Romeo and Juliet in Frlar
Lawrence's cell. The friar alone was
needed.
But 10 and behold! Who made an
appearance at this moment but that
venerable gentleman in feminine earb
of-Aunt Eliza!
david Marvin! Ye blamed-
Sakos alivel I'm sure beg yor par
don, Miss Lothorp. L"
"Aunt Eliza, allow mo to introduce
my little wife to bo," David said, rising
from his cramped position.
my soul! Ye don't say! Would
you marry an artist, Miss LothorpP"
Eyes, indeed, any amount of them,"
she answered, with fond glance at
David.
"One at time, darling, / think
would bo BEST" he suggested. "Take
me first for trial. Waverly Maga-
zine.