The Grenada gazette., 1888-02-04

which the immense back muslach
does not entirely hide.
There. aow. ! am sure you are
girl"
Poor Mamic's modification Il tot
deep to heed the remark.
Throwing herself OH u rustic bench
she gave vent TO her modification in
food Of tears.
MI Tremaine now begins to thin'
that probably he has gone too far
That the girl Il nearly crazed will
shame he can plainly see.
"C6mc. Miss-Potey. do not cry 90. :
The hated name only augments he:
misery.
miss Mamie" using tho right nanls
this time, ''you really distress mo. II
YOU say nothing about this little
episode, ! am sure | never shall.
overheard you planning it this after
noon and could not iorego the tcmpta-
ton of confusing you little Really,
l did not think you would take it 50
to heart, or l would not have un.
masked YOU"
Ibid not think l would take it SO ia
heart! You must think l an in the
habit Of going around in-ili-boy's 4
clothcs!" flashes Mamie, raising pair
of swimming blue eyes wrathfully ID
his dark grave ones.
''Iadeed. no. Miss Mamie, l did not
mean 10 imply any thing. Besides
III never know you, when YOU get petit
coats on; there will be such change.
he said, consolingly.
Il never thought of that" re.
Icvcd look coming in the blue eyes
But, oh dear. oh dear! I'll never, never
get over it"
With u bound. she reaches the door
and dashes along the corridor, which
leads from the conservatory to tho
main hall.
In another minute the cool air il
blowing on her scorching hot face.
Did you get themp' three low
voices inquire, as she runs up 10
them.
With another burst of tears, Mamie
tells her friends all.
Bitter are the denunciations hurled
nj Dick Tremaine's dark head.
The next night the festival was at its
height, and pretty Mamie Burton, in q
crisp, white muslin and blue sash,
was busily engaged in tying up candy,
when light touch on her arm startled
her.
Here MISS handing her a bcanti+
fnl bouquet of roses, Il was TO hand
these TO you.
What lovely"-
But she never finished the sentence.
She knew the roses. for they were tho
Dncs on which she had set her hear,
ior the festival. A slow, burning blush
y read from brow to neck, and Dick
Grcmane, half screened by II stone
pillar, thought her the perfection Of
lainty loneliness.
Six months later.
A dashing team and dainty little
cutter halts in front of Lawyer Blr-
on's residence. A very tall, dark man
lights and rings the bell. and the door
) o. ened by Lawyer Burlon's pretty
laughter. Mamie.
''Ah, good afternoon, Miss Mamie.
Would you like a little slcigh-rlde this
lfternoon--it is so pleasant! Ishonld
'e so happy" letting his dark eyes
est on her trim figure.
Thank you. Mr.. Trcmaine, should
'e-delighted!" she answers. hel
Merry blue eyes falling bene ath hi
more ar lent ones.
They were riding along an extreme
y lonely roal and Dick Trcmaind
ems in his horses.
Mamie" bending over her and
aking her glovcd hands in his. "cau
ot you guess why brought you on
his aficrnoon?'
For a.
She was going to say 'for ride"
ut the words died on her lips rs she
nes his face and she turns her head.
Name, darling, could you love
II old stern man like me we'll enough
, live with him for always9 think
Oh have bcwitchcd me. for can no,
ct you out of my thoughts. Is i,
rs or MOP Probably this is abrupt,
NJ when men get my age they are
sually inpatient For Gols sake.
lid. don't keep me in SUSPENSE"
His breath comes in quick. laborcd
asps. and his deep, grave eyes sre
sed intently on the half-turncd face
Mamie.
III ! say ycs?' turning to him ques.
oning!y, and vailing her mischievous.
)nny eyes.
"Tll be the happiest man in Gods
,iversc," snatching her in his AZ m.
ID kissing her
And If l say MOP"
"Fll blow my brains out! M, !
ont, either; shall pab'ish orr frs,
mantic meeting"
That was the first alluson he had
'cr made in regard to P.toy Greea's
rand
There! 1shall not marry you now."