The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1885-10-21

ing your 1alncr ciOthcS; his fathCrS q
minor, Miss Lothorp. Why. yor surely
not goingp"
"Yes; you will please excuse me, but
remember that have o pressing on
gagemcnt that cannot slight Good
bye"
II am sorry. Miss Lothorp," said
David, in = husky voice. surprise am.
Indignation making his naturally stupid
tongue dumb. Good morning. Oh,
aunt! What have you donepF ho cx-
claimed, as no closed the door after tho
young lady. IL can hardly say / thank
you for airing those spicy anecdotes OF
my Juvenile days" ho continued, bit
terly, as ho busiud himself before his
easel. "What will she thinkp' was
tho next thought. "And she'll never
come back" he unluckily muttorcd
aloud. Alas, poor Dave!
"You blamed fool, Dave Marvinr'
exclaimed Aunt Eliza, graspny tho
ferulo of her umbrella You blamed
foolI"
"Auntr
"Y'arc. s'posc ye'll be bringing
that proud hussy home ter Rcdnyton
when yo git her. He, he! When YOU
do! But, never fear, Dave, no ono
that's inSultcd mo"
"Once for all, aunt"
One-half hour afterwarI Aunt Eliz,
came out into tho broad daylight, mop
ping her moist brows, and frowninu
darkly at tho fifth lloor window, from
whence her painter nephew was yaz-
ing down stupidity on tho crowded
street.
Another morning two weeks later.
David WAS ut his easel, working on tho
deep brown Dyes, with tho heavily
fringed lashcs. Was it-no-Lut it
was tho original again sitting before
him.
"Yes l really thought that you would
never como again. You wc.o SO terri
bly, put out. you know" he was saying
the hot blood mounting to his brow.
why, what made you think th;tP l
YVES very much amused by the olI lady;
she Is very communicative. don't you
thinkp" shc asked with qucer CLEAN
in her eyes that tho poor fellow dread
cd so much.
"Ah, yes--that is" he stammer-
cd, then quilted his Work, and brush
and palette were thrown down.
Miss Lothorpr
'Mr. Marvin!'
He stopped and looked doubtingly
around him.
Miss Lothorp, don't you-I mean
would you mind hearing moro about
that little fellow who carried his sisters
tho way she saidp"
NO answer; tho eyes were hidden by
the long lashcs. and faint. shcll-liko
tint crcpt over her face.
engagementP" he asked. thinking he
had the upper hand. and consequently
feeling brave.
"Oh, will you not believe mop 1t
was really the truth. Why should
mako an excuse when / like"
a full stop.
"WhatP Whomp"
What were you going TO say. Mr.
Marvinp" she inquired, ignoring his
question. Something about yourself.
you'll remember"
1T was-not until you finish your
sentence" ho said.
"Mr. Marvin, yourself or nothing"
Myself! Do you mean it. Mabelp
was going to say that love you. my
Queen Nab"
That incorrIgiblc young man was on
his kneos. grasping the two warm
palms of Miss Lothorp. Her dark head
was bcnt over him, tho bonnie brown
eyes that David both loved and feared
were looking down in his bluo orbs
with unutterable tenderness. What
moro WAS necdcdp
Darling. your turn now,' ho whis-
pcred. '.Yon likcd-whomP"
"a! o. David! l intended to toll
you-not now, but somewhere off in tho
vague agcs-that liked to listen to
tho lady's chat about"
A pauso.
"Me! q darling OF darlngsr'
The poslutes were something arts
tic, since thcir attitudes were struck
quite innoccntiy, somewhat after that
painting OF Romeo and Juliet in Friar
Lawrenco's cell. Tho friar alone was
needed.
But 10 and behold! Who made an
appearance at this moment but that
venerable gentleman In feminine garb
of-Aunt Eliza!
David Maryini Yc blamed-
Sakes alive! I'm sure beg yer par
don, Miss Lothorp. l."
Aunt Eliza, allow mo to introduce
my little wife to bo." David said, rising
from his cramped position.
my soul Yo don't say! Would
you marry an artist, Miss Lothorpp'
"Ycs, indeed, any amount of them"
sho answered, with fond glance at
David.
Onc at time, darling, ! think
would be best" no suggested. "Tako
mo first for trial. - WaUerly Magd-
zine.