South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1888-05-04

of pink roses aud after hri@f intro
duction the hos,ess hurried away.
A tremor OF surprise eeemed to
pass over Mr. Georges expressive
features as lac caught Msdge's name
and scanned her bright face; but he
ssid nothing which any ordinary ac-
qaaiutance might not have done.
They talked Of books. travels
country life and It, zen o,her things
while the minutes rolled 10y on little
golden wheels.
other long conversation on the porch
were Mr.. George VAS settled to en-.
joy the mellow October sunshine.
Al last when FREELY was Judged
to have fully satisfied her yesrninQs
for eight Of her old haunts. Madge
started for home after cordial good
bys from all AMI request from Mr.
George that be might be permitted
TO renew the acquaintance 90 soon 40
his sprained ankle allowed him 10 90
to Riverside.
She reached home inst at the @ ige
OF the purple dusk anil found Clara
awaiting her with kisses and TO-
proachcs.
When she had returned the oae
and disarmed tue other by brief ex.
PLANTATION sue enQuired nischievous.
ly:
And what lid Mr.. CArlyle lhiuk
Of my absence9'
You wretch! 1 verify believe you
are enjoying MIR. Carlyle's fancied
modification I" exclaimed Clara, Civ
ing her gentle sisteriy shaking.
But as it happens sh, continued,
Mr.. Carlysle wasn't here either. A
boy brought a note from him in
which he said he had taken an earlier
train so as 10 stop over night with
his OLD nurse who is the wife of q
farmer living about Twelve miles
from town ana that he sprained his
ankle by stone turning under his
foot in the dark SO that bs will not
be able to come here for q few days.
But what are you laughing OF she de-.
handed. as Madge turned scarlet
then laughed till she showed signs
Of imminent choking.
As soon as she could speak she
detailed her adventure.
OF course MIR Georse' was real
iy MIR. George Carlyle she said. lie
didn't mention why he was staving
at the farm, but supposed he was
staying there for some good reason
But you will be good wont you,
pleaded Clara.
ON the whole. think | will, espe-
cially as Ike MIR. CARLYLE better
than any othor man | have ever met
said Madse after q pretty simulated
del'beraiion of nearly two minutes
ring which period Clara was em
pa'ed on the throne of anxiety.
And she kept her promise to the
letter, when Mr.. Carlyle made bis
appearance in his own proper char
| acter.
Not a cloud Of parversity obscur
ed the sweet bright ways that we're
as natural to- her as its hues To o
bird OF paradise; and ere long the
bud Of liking SO auspicious'y develo-
ped that day at the farm bad open.
ed into the royal purple bIosso N of
| love.
why dida't you tell me who you
really were at frst?' Msdge deman
ded one day for the fftieth time {;
George Carlyle had teasingly refus-
to CRAFTY ber curiosity on The forty.
nine times previous,
! 'B cause Er. Winslow had told
me Of hts letter to your mother and
as | have a sister who is tie dearest
little flirt in the world, I fsncied that
L was well enou2h acquainted with
tue ways of girls to know that il
vas The very thiEg TO prejudice you
against mo. So when my old nurse
who has pTonaby nearly forgett en-
! that | have auv other name introdu.
ced me simply as MIR. George was
glad II The opportunity OF gsinIng
your acquaintance with my identity
unsusptcted,'
Was it fate or FREELY that brou ght
me to you, and made me love YOU
when bad made up my mind TO be
so very hateful2 unused Madge as
che dreamiIy fingered the knot OF
flowers she bad just tucked into
GEORGES buttonhole.
We will give the credit to both
said George looking as ir he envied
every tender touch the Parma violets
received.
When cousin Simon was informed
how nearly he had wrecked bis cher
ished plan by revealing II prems-
iurcly. he pushed his silver-howed
spectscles back on bis grizzled bair
opened bis honest gray eyes wide in
establishment and uttered this novel
! remark:
well, women are strange! =
TILDEN's WINE .CRIIAR--Thn FOL.