The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-03-18

ton. who came up in search of stray prize
for the famous lucky-bag which had beer
temporarily delivered into his hands
Cornucopias, pin-cushions, Runners scent
bags, needle-books, he bounced on alike
and perceiying sheet of pink paper writ
ten on, he crumpled it into au old enyelopt
directed g Miss Orinthia A. Brown" which
lay beyond
" What larks it will be I" thought the in.
corrigible Billy. I" Some of the girls IL
think they We got love-letter, and how
mad they IL be when they find it amt moth.
ing but one of Rintley's receipts or crochet
| patterns
And away rushed Master Billy, little reck.
ing of tho mischief he was unwittinely
working to the cause of true love.
The evening of the fair came, and the
pretty rooms, made still prettier by paper
roses and evergreen garlands, were crowded
with the brave, the fair, and some that
We're neither one nor the other, Georgia
Arlington, presiding OF one of the tables,
looked lovely enough to drive half-a-dozeu
young men distracted, instead of one; and
dress, went about like an autumn leaf in q
high wind. The lucky-bag circulated from
hand to hand, carrying, as is the wont OF
these institutions, little current of merri-
ment and laughter in its wake. Georgia
drew cigar-case, Mr.. Mott became the
proprietor of q rag-doll, and Miss Orinthia
Brown drew-a letter, addressed to herself.
Gilbert Mott, leaning against the door,
way, saw Miss Brown hurrying up to Geor-
eia and displaying her prize with malicious
glee, while Georgia colored and bit her lip,
and looked ready to cry, and feigned n
merry little ripple of laughter, all in one
and the same breath.
Why don't that horrid old maid keep
away from Georgia Arlington ?" thought
our diGcontented hero. She looks like a
dried-up bunch of raisins beside cluster Of
blooming Isabella grapes"
And, watching his opportunity, no slip
ped through the crowd and edged up to
the table where Georgia was selling pin
cushions and tape trimmings at nm exorbi-
tant price,
Georgia." he whispered, softly Geor-
gia!h But she turned her head hnushtily
away.
" Please 10 excuse me, Mr.. Mott" she
said, coolly
While Gilbert was staring at her in
amazement, hand was slipped through his
arm, and Miss Orintha Brown drew him
gently away.
Where are you going?' he demanded
rather unwillingly.
Just outside the door, one minu.e,"
whispered Miss orinthia, falteringly. It
is not in the tumult of common crowd
that such words should be spoken"
What words? I haven't an idea Of
what you mean /" cried the young man.
0rinthia drew him into the hall, her head
dropped ON his shoulder.
4" Yes,p she falters, Eyes. How could
you for a moment doubt it ~
doubt what? Excuse me, Miss Brown,
but think your wits are forsaking you,
said Gilbert Mott striving to extricate him.
self from the damsefs grasp.
"Gilbert, would you then be false tc
me pn sobbed 0rinthia, with the dawniht
symptoms of Mysteries.
all False to you!" echoed our hero
Miss Brown, will you be SO good as to tel
me ut once and plainly, what you are talk
ing about ~
Orinthia Browns sallow checks Redeemed
her eyes spartled ominously, as she drew
from her pocket the precious missive.
I" Do you mean to shy, sir, that you didnt
write this letter ?" she demanded.
Gilbert took tho letter and scrutinized il
closely.
eyes, of course wrote the letter"
Then, dearest"
Stop, though" he interrupted franti-
cally. :" 1t wasn't to YOU"
Not to me 2"
No. Do you suppose l want to marry
you ~
hlisa Orinthia uttered shrill shriek-
but the next moment she was alone. Gill
bert Mott had vanished. For the matter
was growing serious now. If Georgia were
to be won, she must be won OF once, before
Fate conspired with another old maid ia
deprive him of her coveted love.
Georgia." he said, planting himself
resolutely beside her. 81 have got some.
hing wish to say to YOU"
"You had great deal better say II 20
your beloved Miss Orinthia," said Georgia,
tossing her faxen curls.
"But she isn't my beloved Mise Grin
thia," cried Gilbert.
81 suppose you will be denying your own
handwriting next" said Georgia, indig.
nantly. But it's Of no use; I saw the
letter myself"
"But, Georgia, the letter was written to
YOU"
"Then," said Georgia, Frightening up
little, chow did she get it ?"
" That's just what can't comprehend
myself said Gilbert; g but one thing |
am very certain of love you, and you
alone, and l won't leave you until you tell
me whether the love is returned"
And he did not neither was 1t necessary
for him to stay there very long
But to this day nobody save Billy, the ir-
reprossible, knows exactly how Georgia't
letter came into Miss Orinthia Browne
hands.