The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-07-30

a sheet of pink paper written on, he
crumpled it into an old envelope
directed to Miss Orinthia A. Brown,
which lay beyond.
What larks it will be! thought
the incorrigible Billy. "Some of the
girls ii think they've got n love let
ter and how mad they'll be when
they find it amt nothing but one
of Rlntley's receipts or crochet pat
terms"
And away rushed Master Billy,
little rocking of the mischief he was
uwittingly 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 gar
lands, were crowded with the brave,
the fair and some that were neither
one nor the other. Georgia Airing
ten, presiding at one of tie tables,
looked lovely enough to drive half a
dozen young men distracted instead
of one; and Miss Orinthia, in a
rustling slate colored silk dress,
went about like an autumn leaf in a
high wind. The lucky bag calcu-
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 a rag doll and Miss
Il Lot al
dressed to herself
Gilbert Mott, leaning against the
doorway, saw Miss Brown hurrying
up to Georgia and displaying her
prize with malicious glee, while
Georgia colored and bit her lip, and
looked ready to cry, and feigned a
little ripple of laughter, all in one
and the same breath.
"Why don't that horrid old maid
keep away from Georgia Airing;
ton?' thought our disconnected he
TO. "She looks like a dried up bunch
of raisins beside a cluster of bloom
ing Isabella grapes"
And, watching his opportunity,
he slipped through the crowd and
edged up to the table where Geor-
gia was selling pincushions and tape
at an exorbitant price
''GeOrgiam he whispered softly,
"Georgian' but she turned her head
haughtily away.
please to excuse me, Mr.. Mott,
she said coldly,
While GiIhart mor ctoripc of har
in 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 min
ute, whispered Miss Orinthia fal
teringly. at is not In the tumult
of a common crowd that such words
should be spoken"
"What words? l haven't an
idea of what you mean" cried the
young man,
Orinthia drew him into the hall,
her head dropped on his shoulder.
Yes" she falters. "How could
you for a moment doubt it?''
Doubt what? Excuse me, Miss
Brown, but / think your wits are
forsaking you," said Gilbert Mott,
striving to free himself from the
damsePs grasp.
Gilbert, would you then be false
to me?" sobbed Orinthia with the
dawning symptoms of hysteria.
81 False to yOu!' echoed our
hero. "Miss Brown will you be so
kind as to tell me at once, and
plainly, what you are talking
abOutY'
Orinthia Browns sallow cheeks
reddened--her eyes sparkled omin-
ously as she drew from her pocket
the precious missive.
do you mean to say, sir, that
you didn't write this letter." she
demanded.
Gilbert took the letter and scru-
Linized it CLOSELY.
Eyes, of course, / wrote the let
ter"
Then, dearest"
"Stop, though" he interru pied,
frantically. cit wasn't to you"
mot to me?"
mo. Do you suppose 1 want to
marry youF
Miss Orinthia uttered Il shrill
shriek-but the next moment she
was alone. Gilbert Mott had van
ished. For the matter was growing
serious now. If Georgia was to be
won, she must be won at once, be
fore Fate conspired with another
old maid to deprive HIM of her coy
eted love.
Georgia" he said, planting him
self resolutely beside her, Il have
something 1 wish to say to you"
"You had a great deal better say
it to your beloved Miss Orinthia,"
said Georgia, tossing her ilaxen
curls.
"But she isn't my beloved Miss
Orinthia," cried Gilbert.
81 suppose you will be denying
your own handwriting next" SAID
Georgia, Indignantly. "But it's of
no use; I saw the letter myself
"But, georgia, lAe letJer vas
written to you
Then" said Georgia, brighten
ing up a little, chow did she get lt?'
That's just what l can't com
prehend myself" said Gilbert; "but
one thing l am very certain of
love you, and you alone, and won't
leave you until you tell me whether
my love is returned"
And he did not; neither was it
necessary for him to stay there very
long.
But to this day nobody save Billy,
the irrepressible, knows exactly
how Georgia's letter came into Miss
Crinthia Browns hands.
When a new milch COW has her