Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1889-11-16

SATURDAY READING!
The Kearney Sisters Excited
Over The New NeighbOr.
LITTLE BERTIE CAUSES SOME FUN.
The Neighb0r Was Good Looking and q
Gentleman After All.

"Girls.' cried Margcry Kearney,
"I've seen l,im.- CIV Sterling
our new neighhorn
In quite a whirl of excitement
Margery had dashed into the cozy
room where her three sisters were
sitting. She was shining with ram
from the hoJd of her silver gray gos'
samer to the very tips Of her rub
bers. The fluffy brown curls across
her forehead were sprinklcd with
bright drops and her cheeks were
glowing from her rapid walk.
"You did?n interrogatively Choir
used three eager voices.
II really did"
as he handsome?" asked Janet,
who appreciated all beauty as in
tenssly as only II pIain-looking per-
son can.
"Intellectual-looking?" inquired
Clotilde, who dipped daily into
Emerson and professed to adore
Ruskin.
"Jolly?" queried little Berthe, who
was at the age when jolly people
seemed created for her especial
amusement.
"No-no-now laughed Margery.
"Not handsome-or lea-ned-looking
or even jolly. He is simply the
most awkward-looking mortal /
ever beheldW
And she broke into peal Of
heartiest laughter at the recollection
of her encounter with their new
neighbor.
"You see it was this way, girls"
Jerking off he gossamer and disclos-
ing form attired in dress of
chocolate cashmere-a form that
was trim, slim, and willowy as that
of sweet II Is apt to be. 81 was run
ming home in great hur:y-for its
chillier out than you folks amagine
and just rs | came opposite the
gate of "The Oaks stopped very
suddenly, for right there was the
most tremendous black dog | ever
saw. shook my umbrella ut him.
He wasn't bit afraid. l said, If
you don't get out of the way I'll hit
your and he actually grinned.
There was nothing to do but step
out In the street--it was SO muddy,
too-and walk around him. But
just them suppose my dilemma
was apparent from the house
down the path he came running.
Oh. he looked so ridiculous! He is
about as tall ms jacks bean-stalx,
lean as lath, and brown as an In
dian.n
"Wellr exclaimed Janet. "He
must be charming"
"OhW cried Margery, going of
into fresh paroxysm of laughter.
"WAat with his glasses, and his
coat-tails flying straight out as he
rushed to my rescue, he looked like
some great, curious, c0mical birdw
"Birds don't wear glasses" cor
rected BERTHE. "Was his coat "A
swallow-taip"
The appeal for Information was
ignored,
"Well, he called of the dog, and
apologized for the monster, and
that's ALL"
~ wish he'd offer me the use of
his library" sighed Clotilde.
"rhey say The Oaks IL u perfect
palace as far as the furnishing goes"
murmurs Janet.
al think I'll ask him To loan me
the lovely little white pony,n de-
cided Bertie.
But this rash resolution wai
crushed.
"The Oaks" had been shut up so
since the Kearney's had
come TO live In the gray.green cot.
tage near by. Its owner had gone
abroad on the death of his mother,
three years ago, leaving his hand.
some house in the care Of a couple
Df servants. But now that news OF
his return had spread, curiosity was
life in the fashionable suburb of
Riverview. And not the least in
crested were Give Sterling's near
leighbors.
A pleasant room this ia which the
Isters sat- u home-like loom, even Z