Little Falls transcript., 1885-04-24
when 'g'l' they are busy cackling own the


when they are husy cackling orv th
Inew things he though ht.
But fit illustrator a this, Of the fulfil
81 Of all human plan when he cam
rejoicing back some twenty minutes 0
SO later, the sheet was gone. ,...
2 Gone, leaving no trace or Yestige be
hind gone, utterly and entirely! .S*
| II believe there has been some su
perhuman agency at work. though
our bevildered hero, as he tumble.
over the chaotic contents on the tabl
in vain.
But Mr.. Mott was wrong. The agen
cy was exceedingly human-no other
in fact, than miscellaneous little Bill
Arlington, who come up in search o
stray prizes for the famous lucky bag
which had been temporarily deliveret
into his hands. Cornucopias, pineush
ions, Rimmel's scent. bags needle
he pounced on alike, and perceiving
sheet Of pink paper, written, he cYum
pied it into an old envelope, directed
Miss Orinthia A. Brown" which lay be
| yond.
"What lark it would be-, though
the incorrigible Billy. "Some Of th'
gi1lsll think they've got love-letter
and how mad they'll be when they fini
| 1T amt nothing but ONE Of Rintley's re-
ceipts or crochet patterns.
And away rushed Master Billy, Httl.
recking of the mischief he was unwit
tingly working to the cause Of true
love-
The evening Of the fair came-and
the pretty rooms, made still prettiel
by paper roses and evergreen gar1ands,
were crowded with the brave, the fair,
and some that we're neither one nor the
other. Georgia Arlington, presided at
one of the tables, lovely enough to
drive half dozen men distracted, in
stead Of one, and Miss Orinthia, in a
rustling, slate-colored silk dress, went
about like All autumn leaf I'M high
wind. The luckybag circulated from
hand to hand. carrying, as iss the want
IF those institutions, little merrim ent
and laughter in it's wake:. Georgia
drew cigar case, Mr.. Mott became the
proprietor OF rag-doll, and Miss Or
inthia Brown drew-a letter, addressed
to herself.
Gilbert Mott, leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrying up
to Georgia and displaying her prize
with malicious glee; " hile Georgia col
ored and bit her lip, and looked ready
to cry, and feigned merry little ripple
of laughter, all in one and the same
breath. =
"Why don't that horrid old maid
keep away from Georgia Arlington!' T.
thought our discontented hero. "She
looks like a dried up bunch of raisins
beside acJuster of Isabella grapes"
And, watching an opportunity, he
Slipped through the crowd and edged
up to. the table where Georgia was sci
ling pin-cushions and tape trimmings o.
An exorbitant price.
"GeorgiaE' be whispered, softly:
"Geongia'''
But she, turned her head haughtily
away.
please. toezcuse me, Mr.. Mott" she
said, coolly:
While Gilbert was staring at her in
amazenlent hand was slipped through
his arms and MISS Orinthia Brown drew
him gently away.
"Where arey you going?' he demanded
following her rather unwillingly.
"Just outside the door, one moment"
whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly.
"It is not in the tumult of a common
crowd that such words should be spok
emf
"What words? I haven't an idea what
you mean " cried the young man.
Orinthia drew him into the hall, her,
head dropped On his shoulder.
Eyes" she taltered, Eyes! How could
you for moment doubt it! !"
doubt what? Excuse ne Miss
Brown, but I think your wits are for
saking you,' said Gilbert. Mott, striving
to extricate himself from the damseps
grasp.
"Gilbert, would you, then, be false
to me?" solbed Orinthia, with the
dawning symptoms Of Mysteries.
"I! False to you!" echoed our hero.
"Dfiss Brown, will you be so good as to
tell me at once, and plainly, what you
are talking about?"
NE1ubIIlH DION IL OdllOW CllCChS leu
dened---her eyes sparkled onlinously,
as she drew from her pocket the precious
missive.
"Do you mean to say, sir, that you
didn't write this letter ?" she demanded:
Gilbert took the letter and scrutin-
ized it closely.
"Yes, of course, I wrote the letter."
NFHnoy1 f3ooroct-N
"Stop, though" he interrupted. fran.
tically. 1T wasn't to you!"
"Not to mel"
''No! DO you suppose I want tc mar
ry you'll"
Miss Orinthia uttered shrill shrek
but the next moment she was alone!
Gilbert Mott had vanished.
For the matter was growing serious
now. If Georgia we're to be Won, she
must be won at once, before Fate con-
spired with any other old maid to de-
prive him of her coveted love.
Georgia." he said, planting, himself
resolutely beside her. Il have got
something I wish to say to YOU"
|'You had great deal better say it to
your beloved Miss Orinthla," said
Georgia, tossing her faxen curls.
"But she isn't my beloved Miss Orin-
thia," cried Gilbert.
II suppose you will be denying your
own handwriting next" said Georgia,
Indignantly. But it's no use; Isaw the
letter myself" -.
"But, Georgia, the letter was written
to YOU" "@
"Then," said Georgia, Frightening up
little, show did she get it? 2" y
That's just what I can't comprehend
myself, said Gilbert; ''but one thing
I am very CERTAIN of love you, and
you alone, and I won't leave you until
YOU tell me whether the love is return