The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1885-09-10

admire frizzed hair; but really, if
may be permitted to say it, Miss Tilly,
it is wonderfully becoming to you. 1t
seems to throw n soft shadow over
the brow, and--and--it really-it real
ly--it-it's really so becoming~
"But you've gone in for high heels,
Tilly," said Mr.. Lester.
"You don't want me to wear fiat
shoes and have feet like a founders,
do you" pouted Tilly.
"They are such pretty boots" sigh
ed Mr. Kingsley. "Really, such very
pretty boots; but then your feet are
so small, Miss Tilly. On large, coarse
feet detest high heels"
"Hell do," whispered Mr.. Lester to
his wife, as they stepped into the wa
gonette together.
Meanwhile Tilly stood laughing on
the steps.
II declare, Pve forgotten two
things" she said. "Oh, Bella, was go
ing without my hat"
"Let me run and get it," said Tom.
"Oh, please do--and bring Fido too,
won't you" cried Tilly; "he's tied to
to the leg OF the dining-room table"
"Eh| calculated Mr.. Kingsley,
turning pale.
"My little pug" said Tilly, "the
dearest little fellow. l always take
him everywhere with me"
Tom walked away. In few mo-
ments he returned. In one hand he
held dashing little hat, in the other
he held one end of blue ribbon, the
other being fastened to the collar of a
black-nosed little pug dog.
"Oh, thank you, Mr.. Kingsley" cri-
ed Tilly, deftly sticking the gay hat
exactly on the side of her head, and
seizing Fido in her arms. Nov, isn't
he cunning little soul? Shake his
paw"
"The little beauty" said Tom, obey
ing. "Do you know, Miss Tilly, dc
not generally like dogs, but this is the
incest little fellow. Let me hold hin
for you. Be careful how you step in
-stoop yonr head. If YOU were tC
spoil that lovely hat of yours l should
not forgive you. Really can't SEE
, why it is that some ladies find sucl
, lovely things, and others are so un
! fortunate.
. Oh, what a ride that was for Tom.
On the road a party of pedestrian
! met and stopped them.
: "Oh, Nelly" cried Tilly, "where ar
going?"
"For blackberries," laughed tn
q other girl. "Isn't it fun?"
"0h, yes, said Tilly; 81 love black
), berries to distraction"
:. "Come to see me tomorrow after
noon" called one OF the party. "We'
. have heaps OF fun"
"Not too much fun, but just fu
y enough" shrieked Tilly, with ecstati
!. laughter, and so they parted.
!, "Slang," whispered Mrs. Lester
!, her spouse.
1t was late in the afternoon tina
! somewhere in the grounds, Tom 81
4 beside Miss Tilly, watching with tel
!, der gaze the interesting disappea
ance Of her sixth plate of ice crear
~ Fido was on his knee.
>. "Miss Tilly," Tom was saying,
don't think the poets are wrong
. when one does fall in love it is insta
:. taneously. / adore you! Do "
80 think you could like me well enoul
= to marry me?"
lo T've only known you one day, N
i Kingsley" replied Tilly. II thin
!, you are awfully nice, but"
:. - "Too old?" sighed Tom.
. ., "Just the right age" said Tilly, "b
- OH it's so sudden"
II know it." said Tom. "But v
H. see, / am in position to make W
comfortable. | have nice estate,
- town house, and ten thousand
year."
h;o "How awfully jolly" said Til
lov Frankly, ] would not marry VI
~ poor man. shouldn't like to
pinched, and I know it would be .
81 full not to have nice things. AL
M Jemima gives me everything ni'
~ but Pm an orphan, you know.
haven't penny of my own"
"Have all possess; marry m
said Tom.
- "Well--I think I will,' replied
ly.
N. Engaged already" cried Mr.. !
ter, over late cigar. "Well, T,
y. you've chosen nice girl; but
- "You cannot say anything | do
'a,, know" replied Tom. "She wears
- - irizzes / detested, the hat abhor
-, ~ the high heels l abominated. Sht
Ie little flirt; She talks slang; She
-. powder on her nose; she carrie
-, pug dog about. But it is settled"
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