Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-08-13


cred, Mr.. Lester continued his visits
probably because he had got into the
habit of going to the Greysons'. and
habits are notorious tyrants. sgd sud
denly took o contrary fit, INDUCED In
freaks unaccountable, aud was wilder
than ever. MI. Lester seemed to like
her none the less for this. | think he
understood it. Don't you ?
One night, at n party, sgd was enjoy
ing herself hugely in her own way
that was, by horrifying group of in
terested listeners with accounts of her
many escapades. To shock the dainty
bells and effeminate dandies by her
bold disclosures, delighted the wicked
little creature.
She did not look like a hoyden, in her
fleecy white dress, looped with purple
panises, and pansies just the color OF
her eyes in her bright hair.
you look like an angel. sgd DEAR"
Belle had said. BE one tonight, and
let Mr.. Lester see that you can be d
lady"
This was we'll meant, but mistaken
ADVICE, and had the effect, of course, of
making Sgd resolve to behave her very
worst. And she kept her word.
II really think I haye been too an
gellic for anything this summer. 1t
worries me to think of it. | fear ]
shall die young like the story-book SER
apis, for I'm getting quite heavenly.
Just think I've been fishing only
once this season. But that time ]
caught such large fish-enormous
In fact"
"Did you take him home, Sydney ?''
asked Bessie Grant.
"Of course | did ~ replied sgd.
"And-Mrs. Greyscn doc.ored him up,
and now he's entirely recovered"
And then sgd went on to tell how
many birds she had "bagged"in yester-
days sport, and how she had drowned
six kittens that morning.
"Oh how could you, sgd ?" cried
Bessie.
because Tom wouldn't. Boys are
too tender-hearted for that sort OF
thing" in a most mat:er-cf fact tone.
This was tad enough, but she went
on from bad to worse. saying the most
extraordinary things in the quietest,
most ladylike way, and in the sweetest
of voices.
"I've finished the business now, ''ste
said to herself, as she took down her
hair that night. ~ did my worst, and
he's doubtless so disguised that he'll
never want to see me again. 1 don't
care 10
But she sobbed herself to sleep.
The next morning Mr.. Lester called,
and found sgd alone in the little parlor
She was pale, but greeted him very
composedly.
"This is farewell visit, Miss Sydney;
the last, probably of many pleasant
ones. My business calls me back, and
I leave this afternoon"
Syd's voice was very cool, but she
dropped her work and stopped to regain
1t.
Goodfrey bent also, and as both rose,
he looked straight into her face.
"Your eyes are full of tears, sgd dar-
ling Why what's the matter ?"
"My great grandfather is dead ~
said sgd, in doleful tone.
X n
Two years afterward, gentleman
and lady were strolling along the banks
of the Danube, where a number Of
sturdy little peasant lads were engaged
with hook and line.
'Look at those little chaps, Mrs.
Lester sDon't you envy them
Wouldn't you like to try it again, your
self ?"
mo, indeed. Godfrey !" laughed
sgd, prettier than ever, and quite as
saucy. "My last exploit in that line
cured me entirely and forever of my
mania for fishing"
"Why so, Mrs. Lester Z? Were you
disappointed in the fish you caught on
that occasion ? Are you dissatisfied
with me, dear ?"
I shall not tell you what sgd said
but I should say-judging from the
tender light in her violet eyes, and the
rapturous expression on the face of her
'fish" at her answer--that she was not
dissatisfied.