The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1885-03-18
INTERESTING STORY.
GEORGIA'S LETTER.

GEORGIA'S LETTER.
Miss orinthia Brown set down her tea
sup with an emphasis that made all the
China rattle. And little Mrs. Meeker jump.
ed nervously at the sound.
never heard anything 50 ridiculous in
all my life,n said Miss Brown, derisively.
Gilbert Mott in love with Georgia Ar
lington! Why, she is o mere doll with big
blue eyes and pink cheeks and yellow
curls.n
She's very fascinating in her manners"
Mrs. Meeker ventured to remark.
80, pshawl" was Miss Orinthin's con-
temptuous comment. g And you really
think he's in love with her ?"
Yes, must say that think SO"
Ah-h-h, said 0rinthia, meaningly. eff
[ only dared to tell you oil /"
Dear me |" said Mrs. Meeker eagerly
"what do you mean ?"
Nothing" said Miss Brown, with nod
of her head. He walked home from
church last night with me--didnt he ?"
Yes, but"
He stayed on my side of the room all
the time we were decorating the fair rooms
With evergreens, didn't he ?"
Yes but that was because
"And-but never mind, never mind 7"
said Miss 0rinthia, mysteriously. "Time
will show Georgia Arlington, indeed
why, she's nothing but 'child-a mere
schoolgirl! I know better /"
Do tell me, Miss 0rinthia,n pleaded
Mrs. Meeher. Is he really engaged &c
your"
Miss 0rinthia pursed up her lips, dropped
her eyelids with manner that was wonder
fully eloquent, but she would commit her.
self no further
Lets go up stairs aud finish dressing
these China dolls for the lucly-bag," said
Miss Brown. We shall get moro money
out of the lucky-bag than anything else
and we must be sure and have it we'll fur
nished."
While the tea-drinking ceremonial hat
been going ON in the lower part of the nan
sion of Mrs. Meeker, quite different chain
of circumstances was transporting above
stairs. Mr.. Gilbert Mott, who had been in.
weighed into the SHARES of the ladies' fair,
nolens volens, had como early to help in
the last preparations, aud, walking up to
the worK-room, had surprised lovely blue
eyed lassie in the occupation of filling SUM-
dry cones of bright-hued paper with sugar
plums and French bon-bons.
Georgia Arlington shook back her sunny
curls and blushed like June rosebud, as
she started up.
Don't go, Miss Arlington, please I"
pleaded Gilbert, himself not unembarrass-
ed. But Georgia muttered something about
roll of ribbon which she had forgotten,
and Auttered past him ere he could remon.
strate further.
Gilbert looked after her, with q whim.
steal expression of despair on HIS counte-
nance.
Now, why does she run away from me
like that ?" he said to himself. Probably
because she knows it tantalzes me But I'll
be even with her yet if she won't let me
tell her how dearly love her, I'll write il
to her !"
And needless of the neglected piles o.
cedar sprigs and princess pine yet waiting
to be wrought into garlands, he sat down
to the table, and Selling pen and ink began
passionate billet-doux after the following
fashion,:
My Own PRECIOUS DARLING Why are
you 30 cold and cruel TO me Why will you
mot let me tell you in words what you must
have read in my eyes-the story of my
hearts devotion2 For love you, and have
loved you, and shall love you to the worlds
end and you must have seen it for your
self during the last few days that we have
been working together for the church fair !
Yet you will not give me n word or glance
Of encouragement. Is this right, my ruth.
less queen of hearts2 But l anu determin-
ed that you shall tell mo when we meet
again whether may hope or not Until
then, sweet one, ] am, half in despair, hall
hopeful,
Yours, ever and unalterably, G.. M.
He had Just scrubbed off this unstudied
bffusion when the sound of footsteps ON the
stairs chased away the soft shadows of his
love dream, and he had just time to slip thu
paper under leaf of Norway spruce twigs
when Mrs. Meeker and Miss Orinthia Brown
entered.
AT work so soonl' cried tho latter,
archly. Isn't he Industrious, Mrs.
Meeker p
" Yes," said Gilbert, hypocritically, Tn
1t work already"
SO he was but not exactly for the fair.
He watched nervously for an opportunity
10 possess himself of the precious sheet o.
paper without observation, but Miss Grin
thia, doubtless prompted thereto by some
baleful evil spirit, hoyered around the
spruce boughs like middle-aged turtle
dove, and effectually warded off his designs
And presently he was borno down stairs in
the popular current to open some boxes Of
donations which had just arrived by parcel
delivery.
=" 1 can easily come back to get it wheI
they are busy cackling over the new things,
he thought.
But-ft illustration this of the fulfill.
of oil human plans-when he came rejoic
ing back some twenty minutes or 80 late
the sheet was gone. Gone, leaving no trac'
or vestige behind-gone, utterly and EN-
tirelyl
{" believe there has been some super
human agency ut work." thought our be
wildered hero, as he tumbled over the chao
tic contents on the table in vain.
But Mr. Mott was wrong. The agenc.
had been exceedingly human--no other, il
| fact, than mischieyous little Billy Airing