The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-01-01
A LOST POCKETBOOK.

81 don't see why Althea needed to
60" pouted Felicia Filkin, as she
crowded the last package into her
trunk, locked it, and put the key in the
new red pocket-book she carried in her
hand. "rd rather of gone by myself"
"Your aunt invited Althea as well
as you," said her mother. reprovingly.
"And it's better fur her to go. 'Tain't
fittin' fur young girl like you to be
a-travelin' alone on the railroad cars.
Now don't furgit to give yer Aunt
Joanna them YARDS, Felicial There's
the catnip fur Sary AIMS baby, and
the dill fur sick headaches. An them
mullen leaves is to make tea fur Will
liam Henry's brownchitis. An there's
sage, an pennyr'yal, an summer savo-
ry, an spear-mint. all tied up in sepa-
rate punches. Tell Joanna to hev 'em
hung up in the kitchin to dry"
can don't furgit to buy that shaker
flannel, Felicia, an four yards of pink
caliker for my album quilt" said
Grandma Filkin, looking over her
spectacles. can the check for Susan 5
aprons"
II shan't furgit nothin'!' answered
Felicia, impatiehtly.
can mind an not lose yer money,
or git your pockets picked" "admonished
her mother. "And be sure an make
yer aunt, an Sary Jane, an William
Henry come down next summer in
blackberry time.
mo danger of me Citing my pocket
picked" or losing my money" retorted
Felicia, loftily.
And she climbed up into the front
seat of the wagon, beside Farmer
Filkin, while Althea sat behind on the
trunk, and the wagon rolled away,
followed by a stout number-six shoe,
flung after them for "good-lUck" by
Betty Bloomer, who hal come to help
with the housework while the girls
were away.
The cars were crowded, but Althea
found seat beside stout lady with a
number of parcels in her lap, while a
young man made room for Felicia
next to himself, in the opposite seat,
facing her cousin. He was a tall, pale
young man, and wore linen duster
and Wide-Awake hat.
"What black eyes he has, and what
a nice moustachel' thought Felicia.
"He's awful good-looking, and must
be rich, too, he has such good clothes.
And when the young man ventured
to make remark about the dust, and
offered to lower the windo w-shade for
her, she answered readily enough, and
soon they were engaged in quite con-
versation.
Felicia informed her new acquain-
tance that she was on a visit to her
aunt in St. Louis; that she lived at
South Meadow, and that the young
lady with her was "only her cousin;'
while the stranger coniidedto her that
he had been travelling for a couple OF
months for his health, and was on his
way to his home in st. Louis.
On reaching Union Depot, he polite.
ly assisted the girls off the train
showed them into the ladies' room, and
offered to call a hack. Felicia declined
the offer, however, saying that heI
aunt was to meet them, and, ith a
polite bow, the stranger withdrew.
"Wasn't he handsome and polite p
whispered Felicia. II wish we would
zee him again. and Oh, where's my
pocket book2 Althea its gonep'
"Gore" echoed Althea, blank,y.
eyes. He's took it! He's picked my
pocketl It was right next to him wher
we got off the train," cried Felicia, de
spairingly.
"Oh, Felicia, he didn't look like {
pickpocket! NJ aybe you dropped it,
suggested her cousin.
II didn't drop it; it was in m!
pocket retorted Felicia. tartly. "An'
he's got it, know he has. Pickpocket'
always do have black eyes and wea
good clothes. And, oh. what'n W,
doY'
Althea had no suggestions to make
and the two girls sat in dropping 81
lence till their aunt appeared.
"Oh, aant, I've hal my pockc
pic1edr' sobbed Felicia ~ nasty
mean young man, that helped US oi
the ears, stole my poekct-booS, with al
my money in itl''