The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-12-17
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back and willing up his celluloid col
lar, but she was rs cool rs tho biggest
one IN 'lodge OF cucumbers."
Eyes, the advertisement" she meek
ly assontcd; "did you not think II q
very strange one?N
Yos, he did.
"a was on, State street yesterday"
she continued in her soft tone, looking
straight at him. "and dropped tho
'mitt' referred to; ut least, this one
bears n resemblance to that as de-
scribed.h She laid it before him.
Yes, that is its mattel he ex-
claimed, when
''lIow do goa l;now9n she asked,
looking suspioiously at him; but this
limo he was prepared, and had his
little lie quite ready, If necessary, as 1t
was.
"0h, l saw the other when tho fell
low came last night"
"Thc fellowP 1t was man, them"
"Yo-yes-oh-yes. Some fellow
picked it up. l saw it when he came
in, rubbing his chin and looking any,
where but at her.
20 yes, Of course you would see it
then. How stupid / ami" with
smile; theu, as he deprecated such
self-Slander: ..
30 yes, | am. sometimes do the
most ridiculous things. You could
scarcely believe them. As don'twish
to shock you, though. l won't enlighten
you." looking innocently at him and
reading his silly, adoring soul as if it
were tho page of an open book. He
began to say something, when she
again spoke:
Perhaps the man left it with your"
80 no; but perhaps can got it for
you" And at this moment it was
lying fairly soaked with perspiration
just squeezed up us closely rs he could
get it to the heart that was framing
those tremendous-well, say devia-
tons from truth. Sylvestre had never
realized until yesterday that he had q
heart, but now lie had real 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 men in town and all
the girls can fill it out satisfactorily.
She arose TO depart, and gave him
graciousiy her card, for he was to come
and report progress. He sat down
and lost himself in 4 blissful revcrie,
and she went home, "walking on air."
and all that warm day went singing
and carrying on" about the house
until she made her mother actually
nervous with her iidgeting,"
X II 4;
Six months later, after brilliant
and fashionable wedding at brilliant
and fashionable church, and q charm
ing wedding Journey, Mr.. and Mrs.
Eugene Sylvestre, comfortably en-
sconced in their own luxurious home
on Michigan avenue, once more hold
sweet converse anent "that mitt'-
that fortunate "mittn He, after the
manner OF men, has been telling her,
perhaps for the hundredth time, how
fortunate it was that that fellow who
found "that mitt" had come to The
!. coopen,up to advertise it. and so given
him the precious opportunity. Here
we will draw the curtain kindly, and
resume further on.
Mrs. Sylyestrc, ioquitir: "And
dear, dearest Eugene, do let me say
further that it was II mittsa, not 4
init. None but man would have
called il so. And still more, my dear
Eugene, did it never occur to you that
Il .fur-trimmed, fieece-lincd kid lnitt'
was wonderfully warm wear for hot
summers day?
Odd it not, dear Eugene" with q
mocking tone impossible TO initiate.
'ever seem possible that a lady might
by accident have had mitten in
her shopping-bag and chosen to drop,
not the thandkerchicf--that is the
/ Sultan's privilege, dear Eusenc,-bat
the mitten, to the man Of her choice;
enter a store by one door and leave it
by another to prevent pursuit, and
but listen while tell you Il little fable
with an applications: A young fox was
once rowing hitler and thither, when
she saw a goose. Her heart longed
for that goose exceedingly, and she
planned with subtlety to capture it.
She
You don't mean. Alice"--he be-
gan, curious expression dawning all
over his face.
yes, l do" laughirg!y defiant; Il
wanted Mr.. Sylvestre, and ~
you dropped that mitt purposcly"
with fixed and settled purpose,
sir!' with flashing but somewhat
fearful eye and sweeping courtesy.
"Well'--a silence; then: Woman
is fearfuly, and -"
"Unfathomablo, dear Eugene, un-
fathomablc!" briskly; then coming
nearer, dropping hcr mead on his
shoulder, and raising her eyes as girls
can, she whisrcrcd: 1T icas wrong,
and | an drcGdtaity ashamed, but are
yOu sorry?"
Never! ncyor!' But before these
ungrammaticaIly impetuous young
people we will second time kindly
draw the curtain.
He cou!dnL have been Uery sorry,
fox that was n month ago or moro. and
Justice Eoote hasn't been called Oil
yet, though they do live in Chicago. -
Lacy H. For N tAcago T@HcS.