The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1885-12-24

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was modelled in that of this near rela-
tive. She said, with emphasis, too:
"Woll. he has u gallr' Suddenly she
lcancd back in her chair, and peal
after peul OF laughter huatod mus ci!iy
around her beautiful room. How sue
,cessiully this iair fisher of men had
buitcd her hook and caught hcr fish
Will be seen further on. Having
laughed to hor heurt's content, sho
miAed y moment, then rose, utiirrI
herself 10 so forth conquering .an.i TO
| CONQUER, ana went. rs she said, TO
beard tho lion in his very dcu." ~st
An hour lator Mr. Sylvcslres' unman-
aScable heart thumpcd moro licrcely
than ever. and hc felt more limp aud
fecblo than in all his lifo before, as ho
was confronted in his sanctum by yes
terday's vision of beauty. He bowed
deeply and presented her chair. She
smiled swcetly and accepted it. Then
pause. Ho with eXpcciunt look. try
| ing to appear ut ease. heard his heart
beating like mutlied thunder. and WAS
| positive she did. His checks wero
ntlamc. and his hand shook as he
fumblod aimlcssly among tho papers
OH his desk. She was tho image of
high-bred repoSo. 1t seemed 10 him
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i'll fact only tho proper interval had
elapsed when she said in her cattiest
| tone:
"Thcre WAS very extraordinary
article in your paper this morning."
| ADVERTISEMENT" he corrected; then
flushed 10 the, temples 1T his asnino
ruGeness and-indiscrction. If he had
| betrayed himself, however, sho did not
appear 10 SOC IL. Sho innoccntly at
tributed his knowledge of hor meaning
to his newspaper perspiicacity, He
felt the prrspiratiou running down his
back and willing up his cellulod col
lar. but she was rs cool us tho biggest
one in II lodge of cucumbcrs." "
''4es. the advertisement" she mock
ly, asscnted; did you not think it
very strange onc?'
| Yes, he did.
II was on State street Yesterday"
| she continued in her soft tonc. looking
straight at him, "und ! dropped tho
INIT REFERRED 10; ut least, this one
bears resemblance to that as de-
scrihed." Sho laid il before him.
''Yes, that is its matcr' ho ex-
claimed. when
| How do y.u know?", she asked,
looking suSpiciously ut him; but this
! time no was prepared, and had his
little lie quite ready, if necessary, as it
| was.
"Oh, sNw the other when the fell
low came last night"
| Tho fellowP 1t was II man, then"
4o-yeS--oh--yos. Some follow
picked it up. saw il when he came
in,' rubbing his chin and looking any
where but at her.
30 yos. of course you would sec it
then. How stupid L ami" with
smile; then. as ho deprecated such
self-slander:
30 yes, am. 1 sometimes do the
most ridiculous things. You could
scarcely believe them. AS l don't wish
to shock You. though. l won't enlighten
YOU, looking. innoccntly at him and
reading his silly. adoring soul as if it
began to say something, when she
again spoke:
Perhaps the man left it with your"
go no; but perhaps I can get it for
| you.' And at this momont it was
lying fairly soaked with pcrspiration
just squeezed up as closely rs he could
| get it to the heart that was framing
those tremendous-well, say devia-
tions from truth. Sylvestro had never
realized until yesterday that he had a
heart, but now he had roal serious
thoughts, as to whether it might not
Jump out OF his throat, where it was
at present chiefly located, he thought
and follow her departing footsteps.
More OF their talk we need not re-
peat Half the mon in town and all
the girls can fill it out satisfactorily.
She arose to depart, and gave him
graciously her card, for he was to come
and 'rcport progress. He sat down
and lost himself in n blissful reverie,
and she went home, "walking on air."
and all that warm day went singing
and carrying on" about the house
until she mado hor mother "actually
nervous with her fidgoting,"
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Six months later, aftor brilliant
and fashionable wedding at brilliant
and fashionable church, and charm
ing wedding journey, Mr.. and Mrs.
Eugene Sylvestre, comfortably en-
sconced in their own luxurious homo
on Michigan avenue, once moro hold
sweet converse anent that mitt'-
that fortunate "mitt." He, after tho
manner OF men, has boon telling her,
| perhaps for tho hundredth time how
found "that mitt" had Come to TNe
|coopena'tp to advertise it. and so given
him tho precious opportunity. Here
wo will draw the curtain kindly, and
resume further on.
Mrs. Sylvestre, loquitur! "And
dear, dearest Eugene, do let me saw
further that it was miKen, not a
init. Mono but n man would have
called it so. And still more, nv dear
Eugene, did it never occur to you that
fur-trimmed, fleece-lined kid mitt'
was wonderfully warm wear for a hot
summers dayP -,
"Did 1t not, dear Eugene" with o
mocking tone impossible to initiate.
lever seem possible that q lady might
by accident have had such mitten IN
her shopping-bag and chosen to drop.
not the handkorchief--that is the
Sultan's privilege, dear Eugene, but
the milton. to the man of her choice;
enter store by one door and leave it
by another to prevent pursuit, and.
but listen while | toll Won n 1ittla foL1o