Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1889-12-13

over to the window and looked wist-
fully through the drizzling rain to the
red brick chimneys which rose above
the house which held the coveted books.
Margery, obeying sudden impulse,
had snatched up her ever-ready sketch
book from the table, and was scratch
ing vigorously away. An ecstatic gig
gle from Berthe, who was pceping over
her shoulder, called the attention Of
the Others to her work.
"What is it2" asked Janet.
Nargcry locke d up with nod and a
smile. "Wait moment"
On her brisk pencil flew, the d implies
in her pretty cheeks deepening as her
mischievous smile grew.
"There"
She held up the open book. The
Others focked around to her.
ooh, Margery!'
"He can't look like thatW
"What caricaturer
Indeed, comical and grotesquo was
the drawing of the long, lank figure,
with the spidery extremities, the flying
coat tails, the tremendous goggles.
"Oh, Just a trfle accentuated-no OF
quite a caricature she said, laughing
ly, as she scrawIed under the picture
the words, "Olr New Neighbor."
"The rain is clearing OFF, cried
BERTHE; 'Pm going to run and ask man.
ma if 1 mayn't go out"
And off she rushed.
Soon, with her kitten in her arms
and her little spaniel at her heels, she
was out on the wet road. The rain
had quite ceased. The afternoon sun,
weary of sulking. was coming out in
splendid state. In its radiance every
drop on every clover leaf was glitter
ing jewel, and the pools in the street
reflected bits of the brilliant sky.
On and on wandered BERTHE, her scar
let skirt blowing backward, her yellow
hair tangling fossiIy as the breez G
caught aud played with it. AS she
passed "The Oaks" she paused to put
her small, inquisitive face against the
iron railing, and peer through.
What grand big house it was!
And how smooth and green was the
large lawn, all lovely with beds of
blooml And how sweet the flowers
smelled after the rain-the geraniums
and carnations, and sweet brier, and
verbenas!
II should so love to see the funny
man Sister Margery saw" she said to
herself. And then, just as if she had
had magical ring, her wish was graft
fed. For out on the main walk, not
twelve feet away, from small side
path came Mr.. Sterling.
He saw the little maiden outside the
railing-the bright eyed, curious face.
He liked children. He sauntered
towards the gate.
Hello, little lassiel what is your
name2"
''Kcarney, sir"
"Ol, you're one of the Kearney sis
ters, are you' Which one2'
H.rlie Rugged her kitten more tightly
and looked very important.
.'lm not the clever one" she said.
lie smiled.
"No?'
mo. Clotilde is the clever one."
"Well."
"And Pm not the good one. Janet
is the good one."
'Indeedw
eyes" with nod. "And Pm not
the pretty one, either. Margery is the
pretty one"
s'And you2'
"Oh, I'm the bad one. At least tina
is the way Uncle Dick says we ought t.
be dis-dis- distinguished?
She was breathless from her struggl
with the big word.
"Then, he said, laughter lighting
up his quiet brown eyes-"then it wa
Margcry saw to- daya"
Yes. and l Think indignantly,
"she was all wrong. don't thinl
You're one bit awkward"
Eh!'
al think you're downright nice.
And some day-not now, because tn
girls said mustn't, but some day, whe
we're better acquainted, Pm gong t
ask you to let me ride on your littl
white ponv."