The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1885-11-11


inc your fathers clothes; his fathers 4
miner, Miss Lothorr. Why, yer surely
not going?'
Yes; you will please excuse me, but
I remember that l have pressing en-
gagement that l cannot Slight. Good
bye"
q am sorry, Miss Lothorp," said
David, in husky voice, surprise and
indignation making his naturally stupid
tongue dumb. Good morning. Oh,
aunt! What have you done?" he ex-
claimed, as he closed the door after the
Young lady. u can hardly say l thank
YOU for airing those spicy anecdotes Of
my Juvenile days" he continued, bit
terly, as he busted himself before his
easel. "What will she think" was
the next thought .tAnd she'll never
come backr' he uuluckily 1auttcred
aloud. Alas, poor Dave!
"You blamed fool, Dave Maryinm
exclaimed Aunt Eliza, srasping the
ferule of her umbrella. You blamed
fool!'
"Auntn'
..Y'are. Is'pose ye'll be bringing
that proud hussy home ter Rcdington
when We git her. He, he! When you
do! But, never fear, Dave, no one
that's iusulted ne"
.sOnce for all, aunt
Cne-half hour afterwari Aunt Eliza
came out into the broad daylight, mop
ping her moist brows, and frowning
darkly at the fifth floor window, from
whence hcr painter nephew was gaz-
ing down stupidity on tie crowded
street.
Another morning two weeks later,
David was at his easel, working on tine
deep brown eyes, with the heavily
fringed lashcs. Was it-uo-kut it
was the original again, sitting before
him.
.Yes 1 really thought that you would
never come again. You were so terri
bly, put out, you know" he was saying
the hot blood mounting to his brow.
"Why, what made you think that? I
was very much amused by the old lady;
she is very communicative. don't you
think?' she asked with queer gleam
in her eyes that the poor fellow dread
ed so much.
"Ah, yes-that is" he stammer-
ed, then quilted his work, and brush
and palette were thrown down.
::Miss Lothorp!"
'tMr. Marvin!
He stopped and looked doubtingly
around him.
'Nliss Lothorp. don't you-I mean
would you mind hearing more about
that little fellow who carried his sisters
the way she said?'
No answer; the eyes were hidden by
the long lashcs, and faint, shell-like
tint crept over her face.
''You will not say that you have an
engagement" he asked, thinking he
had the upper hand, and consequently
feeling brave.
"Oh, will you not believe me? 1t
was really the truth. Why should l
make an excuse when I like"
A full stop.
What? Whom?"
"What were you going 10 say, Mr..
Marvin?" she inquired. ignoring his
question. Something about yourself,
you'll remember
lit was-not until you finish your
sentence" he said.
s.Mr. Marvin, yourself or nothing"
"Myself! Do you mean it, Mabel? l
was going to say that l love you, my
Queen Mabr'
That incorrlgible young man was on
his knees, grasping the two warm
palms of Miss Lothorp. Her dark head
was bent over him, the bonnie brown
eyes that David both loved and feared
were looking down in his blue orbs
with unutterable tenderness. What
more was needed?
Darling, your turn now," be whis-
pered. "You liked-whom?"
81! O. David! I intended to tell
you-not now, but somewhere off in the
vague ages-that ! liked to listen to
the lady's chat about"
A pause.
me! D darling of darlings!'
The postures were something artis-
tic, since their attitudes were struck
quite innocently, somewhat after that
painting of Romeo and Juliet in Friar
Lawrence's cell. The friar alone was
needed.
But 10 and behold! Who made an
appearance ut this moment but that
venerable gentleman in feminine garb
of-Aunt Eliza!
'tDaTid Marvin! Ye blamed
Sakes alive! Pm sure l beg yer par
don, Miss Lothorp. i"
':Aunt Eliza, allow me to introduce
my little wife to be- David said, rising
from his cramped position.
'.My soul! Yc don't say! Would
you marry an artist, Miss Lothorp?"
eyes, indeed, any amount of them"
she answered, with fond glance at
David.
"One at time, darling, I think
would be BEST" he suggested. Take
me first for trial. '-Rarerly Maga-
zine.
Great Mems Feet.