The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1885-04-25
BY Ruth RAMAY.

CHAPTER I.
In the spring a brighter crimson glows upon
the FURNISHED dove;
In the spring young name fancy lightly
''' = '-' -s'''~ -Locksley Holt.
1t was warm pleasant day late in the
spring. In pretty house on Linden Ave.
sat two ladies evidently on the watch for
soms one. One Of them, q et-faced old
lady. was mapping between her gianoes
down the street; the other with her bands
crossed idly was watching fly as it mean
dered over tho panes, seemingly interested
in this lazy occupation. She, the girl, not
the fly, was rather tall girl, fair and sueIte,
With sunny hair and merry brown eyes,
and was in propriA persona, Caroline Dal-
rymple, commonly known as "Chub,"
tho name which, owing to her extreme
plumpnees in childhood, her brother had
given her. The watchers looked up and
smiled as their front door banged and q
tall young man dashed in, threw his hat
across the floor and himself on sofa.
"Good gracious, it is hot! Club, pick up
my hat"
His sister obediently picked up the ILL
used piece of head gear and carried 1t into
the hall; his mother lowered the blinds
carefully lest stray sunbeam should trou-
ble her darling's eyes, and Club sat down
at his side and prepared to fan him. Hugh,
guess Who is coming next week." she said,
with proud consciousness that she had in
her possession most delightful piece OF
news. "My cousin" she announced.
"Your cousin! oh, yes, Of course she is
no relation to me. Your cousin, indeed"
sarcastically from Hugh.
"Our cousin, then, the one told you
about long time ago"
"Yes2" vaguely, "Where does this cousin
hail from7 Georgia." as she replied. Keep
your cousin, my dear, turn-up-nosed and
tanned to the color of chestnut. Why
didn't you ask up real Southern girl with
complexion like magnolia and 'dusky
deep eyes and all OF that, but Georgia."
in supreme contempt.
"She has not turned-up nose, but as
for the freckles pausing doubtfully,
"well, anyhow, she was just lovely when
saw her last...
"Pray may I enquire when that was7''
asks neutrality-suspicious. eagerness.
"About-well, We were both about twelve
years of age," responds Club in re-
signed tone. .:..
Hugh laughs and changes his tactics.
81 expect you asked her up in time to be
| bridesmaid"
"Do please huah," begs Club with Grim
soning face. CHOW don't pretend that
| you know nothing about love; q girl don't
sew with the eye of Ter needle and read q
book upside down, and wear the same color
| of dress on certain evenings for nothing, u
laue ehingly holding fast the little soft hands
that tried to stop his lips. "There, now, y
kissing her, at is a good girl, it is, and il
shall have its cousin and nobody else," and
With this parting shaft he ran of to pre-
pare for dinner.
81 don't think shall like that cousin
Club has talked her ito pieces, and I de-
spise freckles," glancing at his sisters pure
fresh face as she sat at breakfast the mex
morning. So his mother had cause to re
member, as she thought of the heiress wht
had just to be had for the asking, but wht
happened to have few too many OF Sori
kisses to suit her sons fastidious taste. I
had provoked her. She answered calml!
now, "I think you will like your cousin,
as the memory came before her Of tai
child in white frock. She had not beef
to Georgia since winter spent there dur
ing Mr.. Dalrymple's last illness, but nov
that her sisters daughter was grown. sh
wished to take her about with her own
The days passed quickly and the morning
of the expected day arrived.
"You will come with me to meet her
Huph?" asked Club. 81 am awfally sorry
little SIS" he answered with real regret il
his tone, "but am obliged to be out o