Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-11-27
There Is no lady in the land
That's half SO sweet as Sally;
She Is the darlin Of my heart,
And liyoa in mr. a1lav

It was o i've Weyland's twenty-Grst birth
day-her coming OF age.
1t had been the invariable custom of her
parents 10 give a summer dance upon that
day, a dance following a garden party; but
now that she had completed her twenty first
year. Mr. Weyland would fain have had an
entertainment of a grander sort and Of a
more elaborate kind, but Olive would nave
none o: it.
mo, dear dal." she urged, @let us have
everything as usual. My birthday party
has always been enjoyed by every one, so
why make any changeF
OF course U i've hid her way, and invita-
lions were sent out for the usual tning-a
garden party, followed by a marquee dance
and a egu,ar ball supper. AMI when the
day c,mo it rose bri hit and Gear, as it be-
seemeth a fair August day to do. Olive
awoke upon q world which seemed to have
no drawbacks, no failures, no disappoint-
ments; 1t seemed to her like a bed OF rose
leaves, among which there wers no crumpled
petals.
Il In the breakfast room q table wAs await
ing b r piled up a most to overlooking with
birthday offerings-gloves AMI bouquets,
paris and d almonds, gold and silver. had
almost said frankincenss and myrrh; nor
should l have bren very far out OF it, for
there were perfu, rs in bottles and flacons of
every color and size and form; and the ap-
pearance OF the whole was moro like an
arl.j Of bridal gifts than of birthday pres
ents.
"A gloriou, day, Olive" said Mr.. Wey-
land. when she lai / her soft and blooming
cheek for an instant against his, by way Of
morning greeting.
"Lovcly, isn't it, dear dad1 I really think
l am one of the luckiest girls in the world.
Mother, darling, that is from you" holding
out a bangle set with rubies. Nobody else
knew I was wishing for such a one."
as it exactly what you wanted!' her
mother asked. 81 was more than half
tempted to send for a few that you might
choose it yourself. only it seencd more
orthodox to let it come in the light of a
surprise"
"Oh, much more; l. is lovelyl" Olive all
swered, as she clas:ed the beautiful orna-
ment upon her arm. "What is thats-Edith
Arkwright" taking a letter from the pile
beside her plate as she spoke. "On. thai is
nice! Cecil has GOMEZ" she read alouI,
" 'brin ging Capt. Hardness. of his regiment;
so ! shall bring them 10 you tomorrow utter.
noon. That could not be better. Men al
ways improve everything. And Mr.. Lucy
l beg his pardon. Capt Lucy-always
makes things 60 off wei; he's such fun"
She was not able to linger very long over
the breakfast table, or to examine the many
offerings which the day had brought her.
There were, she declared, q hundred and
fifty things to do and to see after; so pres.
emily she went away. singing in q right ring.
Ing voice a verse of an oil ba lad which had
been haunting her persistently for weeks
past:
OF all tho girls that are so smart,
TIL res none like pretty Sally.
She Is the darling Of my heart,
And live In our alley.
There Is No lady in the land
That's half 81 sweet as Sally:
She Is the darling OF my heart,
And lives In our alley.
Right tenderly did the fresh young voice
linger over The quaint Ssventeenth-century
words, and right bravely did she c ant out
that other verse, which tells to any sympa.
thetic ear such a whole, big, wide world OF
tenderness and love and patient endurance.
My master and the neighbors oil
Maze game of me and Sally,
And. but for her. I'd rather be
slav /, and row o galley.
But when my seven long y ars arc out
Oh. then I'll marry Sally!
And then how happily we'll live.
But not In our alley.
As she crossed the lawn, just below thu
terrace which ran in front Of the drawing
room windows (seven of them). toward the
large marquee in which they were to dance
in the evening. and to which several work
men were lusily engaged in putting tbs fin
isiaing touches, her voice rang out as tri
umphantly as IL she were indeed the beloved
of the celebrated Sally, who lived up ar
alley, and kept her 'prentice.love as true *
] her as the needle to the pole: indeed viii