Smyrna times., 1885-03-11

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Arlington, come up i'll search of stray
prizes for the famous .ucky bag which
had been temporarily delivered into his
hands. Cornucopias, pin cushions,
Rimmel's scent-bags, needle-bOOks he
pounced on alike, and, perceiving a
sheet of pink paper, written on, he
crumpled it into an old envelope, di-
rected Miss Orinthia A. Brown, which
lay beyond.
"What larks it will be-" thought the
incorrigible Billy. "SOme of the girls
Il think they've got lOve-letter, and
how mad they'll be when they find it
amt nothing but one Of Rintley's re-
ceipts or crochet patterns
Aud away rushed Master Billy, little
reckoning on 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 prettier by
paper roses and evergreen garlands,
were crowded with the brave the fair,
aud some that were neither one nor the
other Georgia Arlington, presiding at
one of the tables, looked lovely enough
to drive half a dozen young men dis
tracted, instead of one, and Miss Grin
thia in o rustling slate-colOred silk
Dress went about like an Autumn leaf
in a high wind. The luclzy-bag circu
lated from hand to hand, carrying as is
the wont of these institutions, a little
current of merriment and laughter In its
wake Georgia drew cigar-case, Mr..
Mott became the proprietor of rag-dOll,
and Miss Orinthia Brown drew a-letter,
addressed to herself
Gilbert Mott, leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown huTying up
to Georgia and displaying her prize
with malicious glee, while Georgia col
ored and bi, her lip, and looked ready
to cry, and feigned a merry little ripple of
laughter, all in one and the same breath.
"Why don't that horrid old maid
keep away from Georgia Arlington p
Thought our discontented hero. ''She
looks like dried up bunch of RESINS
beside a cluster of blooming Isabella
grapes"
And, watching his opportunity, he
slipped through the crowd and edged
up to the table where Georgia was sell
ling pin-cushions and t,pe trimmings at
an exorbitant plice.
Georgia." he whispered softly,
Georgia.
But she turned her head haughtily
away.
"Please to excuse me, Mr.. Mott, " she
said, cody.
While Gilbert was staring at her IL
amazement, hand was slipped through
his arm, and Miss Orinthia Brown drew
him gently away.
Where are you going?' he de
manded, rather unwillingly.
Just outside the door, one minute,
whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly
at is not in the tumult of common
crowd that such words should b
!, spoken!"
"What words? I haven't an idea 0
what you mean !" cried the young man
Orinthia drew him into the hall, he
head dropped on his shoulder.
"Yes," she falters, "yes. How cOul
you for a moment doubt it!''
doubt wha.? Excuse me, Mis-
! Brown, but 1 think your wits ure fol
) saking you," said Gilbert Mott, strivin
/ to extricate himself from the damsel
grasp.
"Gilbert, would you, then, be false
: me?" sobbed Orinthia, with the dawl
, ing symptoms of Mysteries.
"Il False to you!" echoed our her
"NIiss Brown, will you be so good as
s tell me at once, and plainly, what yo
are talking abOut?"
Orinthia Browns sallow cheeks re,
dened-her eyes sparkled ominously,
>, she drew from her pocket the precio1
missive
"Do you mean to say, sir that yC
3 didn't write this letter." she demande
Gilbert took the letter and scrutiniz'
. it closely.
"Yes, of course, wrote the letter. "
"Then dearest-"
! "Stop, though" he interrupte
frantically. "It wasn't to you"
! Il "Not to me?"
l. "No. Do you suppose want
marry you"
i Miss Orinthia uttered wild shri
but the Xt moment she as alol
...-. $40 MOI. lutu vanished.
ot For the matter was growing serio
ct now. If Georgia were to be wo , s.
le must be won at once, before Fat C,
n spired with another old maid to depri
NC him of her coveted love.
Georgia, he said, planting hims
- rcsolutely beside her. 81 have {
,? something 1 wish to say to you"
IN "You had a great deal better say it
~ ~ your beloved Miss Orinthia," s,
ve Georgia, tossing her haxen curls.
le but she isn't my beloved NJ
1t 0rinthia," cried Gilbert.
w. Il suppose you will be denying yC
We own handwriting next, said Georg
se- Indignantly. "But it's of no use
saw the letter myself"
CT U1 "But, Georgia, the letter was writ
i'm to YOU"
N, "Then," said Georgia, brighteni
All up little, chow did she get it?"
"That's just what can't comprehe
L. myself, said Gilbert; but one thi
~ 1 am very certain OIL love y
80 and you alone, and won't leave J
- until you tell me whether the love is
- turned"
And he did not neither was it nee
rs sary for him to stay there very long
NJ But to this day nobody save Billy
iuepressible, knows exactly b
-, Georgias letter came into Miss Orint
Is Browns hands.
, A BRIDGE OF SIGHs.