Daily Republican., 1888-02-01
The Romance Of a H:cktif
DY AID, II. GIBSON.

"DRAR FRED: | am in the counlr,
rusiicatilg, | left home two tiays ago
so you see what dutiiul sister | am
In acquainting you thus early OF nv
change OF location. What am doingi
only this and nothing moro. reading
novels and sewing on my crazy quilt,
By the way, send me two or three
dozen of your old silk necktles by re.
turn mail Also write me a nice,
broiherly letter soon. Your loving
sister, MAGGIE
Fred Martindale, attorney at law al
Golden Centre, had hardly finished
the above epistle when there came
hurried rap at his door. Martind ale
opened it, and admitted his handsome
friend, Foss Wilmot.
Hello, old fellowl Excuse my un
|cercmOniousness," said Wilmo,, In hi.
bright way" but am or This morn
ing TO visit two or three families in
the country, and dropped in TO say
good by"
Gong to be gone any length @
hhiol iuqulIcu TFcus
1.-Two or three months. Bv The
way, | want to change my old neck.
Tie for this new one" unfolding a
bright brown checked tic which he
had evidently just bought, "and |
haven't time to run up 10 my room
Trains due in ten minutes"
80 saying, Foss Wilmot went to the
little Mirror which Martindale kept in
his ollice, aud removing a purple silk
tie with white dots, he tossed il snort
lively on his friends desk, saying
There, Fred, you may keep that
neckue Tor an office ornament, or as a
memento OF our college days. il | fall
a victim TO the wiles Of some rustic
maiden, and never return" And the
lively fellow laughed as he fastened
his new tie, gave his brown mustache
a twirl, and brushed some lint from
his Goat sleeve.
A minute after he was saying good.
by to Martindale, who wished him a
pleasant season in the country as he
shook his hand warmly
-Four weeks after Fuss Wilmot had
said farewell to his legal friend al
Golden Centre, ho found himself
knocking al the door of comfortable
farm house There was quick step,
rustic OF feminine garments, and the
screen door was opened by the lowell.
esI girl the young man had ever seen
She was dressed in white, with An
azure silk cord and tassels round her
rather plump waist, the said tassels
being the exact color of the clear eyes
hat encountered the dark ones of the
loung man. who could not curb tho
expression Of admiration which shone
herein. Her golden hair was gath.
red into becoming roll at the back
u her head, while her short. laughing
title curls, like fringe OF sunshine,
lung careGsingly TO the white bro v, .
ow and broad.
Who was she, Foss Wilmot half
he had by mistake come to
he palace Of some isolated princess
The girl held the door open with
ne rosy hand, while in the other she
leld-what' His old silk necktie
which he had len at Golden Centre in
'red hartindale's law Office. One
win glance. and Foss Wilmot had
ecognized his property. How came
he by III
"ls Mrs. Brownley at homer he
nally managed to ask.
mo. SIR" was the reply, in clear,
tfned accents.
II wished to see her"
Mrs. Brownley is At the bedside of
sick neiPhbor, and her husband is
town. Will you walk inf"
"Thank you," answered he, lifting
is hat and following her into the par
1r where she placed him q chair
MRS. Brownley will be back in an
our, at the most" said tho girl. TAX
lg the low rocker by the window,
nd resuning her scissors in order to ,,
o damage 10 some score of old silk ,
eckties in small basket by her side.
VI can wait, as l have come to spend !
,veral weess," said he.
"Ohl then you are Mrs Brownley's
'usln whom she has been expecting
lis summer"
Yes; l am Foss Wilnoi. and Mrs.
rownley's cousin"
she will he very sorry that she Z
as not here 10 welcome you," said
10 girl. !
We'll, she need not be, I assure /,
~, for am being very well enter d
ined." \
"oh, thank you." she replied, with
pretty little blush at his compli
ent.
Pardon me; hut may l be permit q
d to look at that necktie you hold in }
'ur .handf" he presently said.
"Certainly," with q smile, as she =
Inded him his own cast-Oii tie. "It
AS sent me by my brother, with some
his own silk ties; | am using them
crazy patchwork He merely said Y
was the former property of q favor q
college friend, but sent no name v
th il" IA
And your brother is"
Erred MarIindale, Of Golden Cen.
=" she replied.
"Indcedl l am so gladi" with a '
rdial smile. Fired and | are great y
ends. This necste l left in his q
lice about four weeks ago. | shall v
el highly honored to have my old tie
'pear in your crazy quilt"
Maggie Marlindale and Foss vii.
lot were well acquainted ere Mrs I