The Penn's Grove record., 1885-11-28
tea.table. chattering bIithly all the


"Weli this is my sisteri Doctor Dy-
mock.-Miss Jeffrey" Bob introduced
them to each other with laughing
pride.
He had often told VIII about his sis
ter. Surely viii must acknowledge
what a beauty size wasl And George
looking up with her lovely liquid eyes,
thought with a little secret amusement
and triumph IN her heart, that this
paragon Of Bob's was the very ugliest
and awkwardest man she had ever
seen.
George was too young and too shal.
low to appreciate the keen Kind eyes
that looked out from under those heavy
brows, the firm true mouth that one
might feel could be trusted till death
and she was too childish to appreciate
Will Dymock's clever conversation.
George liked compliments direct, and
she liked to be taken notice OF.
1t was quite true as Bob had said
she might as well have worn her old
blue cotton dress for all Will Dymock
saw or cared. How stupid he was
How she wished that he had never
come, or that he was gone, as the three
strolled up and down the garden when
tea was overi
Don't you like him, Georgiefn Bob
Jeffrey asked his sister. with q radiant
face. He had just een his friend up
to his own room to dress for dinner.
George was standing in the wide open
window, absently pulling the leaves of
one of the red roses looking In at her.
Don't you like him?v Bob repeated.
'sIsn't he an awfully nice fellow?"
aLike himl NIGEL Oh, Bob, how can
you say SO? think he is the very ug-
lest man l ever saw
"UgIyIo Her brothers. face fell a
a little. ssWhat has that to do with itf'
Everything. No one who is as ug-
ly as he could be nice, y the girl replied.
II hate ugly peoplep'
These were pleasant words for VIII
Dymock, leaning out OF his window up.
stairs. to have waited up to him. II
hate ugly people, and 1.-THE very ugli-
est nan Lever saw, 2 the girl had said
in her fresh clear voice.
The young mans pain sallow face
flushed. He drew away zfesn tie win
dow softly, and went aud looked at
himself IN the mirror closely and crlti-
cally, as If studying another person.
Yes, 1t was quite true-shes was right
he was ugly, he told himself. He won
dered it had never occurred II him how
ugly he was.
"You are a nice one, Georgis you are ]"
exclaimed Bob jeffrey to his sister, In
a Mortified whisper. II believe Dymock
has heard every word you have been
saying. / am sure 1 heard bum move
away from the window; AMI up there
you can hear every word that IS said
here.n
"Well, I cannot help it, George re-
torted defiently, thcAysf helscheeks red
dened at the thougl.s.. All is all your
fault, Bob; you knew he vas up there
why did you begin about hin2 And
he is ugly; he must know ne az
IAN the same. you n6ee not Insult
the man in your own house,
81 am sure / do not want to insult
him.
George was on thg verge OF tears;
Bob had never spokd to her 50 Grossly
in his life; 1t was ALI bat mans fault.
1t was only another I'D mark to be
scored against him.
Had he heard her? sic wondered,
sitting at the head of the table, glanc-
ing up from under her levely long eye
lashes for a moment, to meet viii Dy-
mock's eyes fixed up61aAar.
George Redeemed uriolsly, and drop
ped her eyes upon her plate, never dar-
ing to look at the young man again all
the dinner-time.
She was sure he had heard, the girl
thought, as she went to bed that night.
He had looked at her. not As il angry.
but George could not quite de-
scribe, aven to herself, what that look
of VIII Dymock,s mean.
Poor man-it must be very hard for
him to be Sc uglyl She would be kind
to him; and she would hell Bob that she
was sorry.
! j
1t was ten days later--a blazing af-
ternoon at the end OF june. The doc
tors garden was q perfect bower Of
roses, and the Gierries on the old rod
brick wall we're Fipe.
George lad psckedfa great dish of
STRAWBERRIES, an ras dispensing them
with her tes und6g "a favorite APPLE
tree. The girs 3s ~sveaxing her blue
cotton free tie short alirul1en sleeves
showing He plump wflte arms. After
the first d. cx two, sbs hadsqnite given
up the id{a 0f dresxiiz$ hex1kaf for VIII
Dymock. t was fras NIlat Bob had
said, that DE you'd moi nettce what any
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