Telegram-herald., 1889-11-23

l2Sn. a. lovsly @lsA beds Or olooni
Ard h0S sweet ths flowers sDel ed sfuer
10 rain the gersaillls sna carnations
s1d sweet crieg ana ysrbeazsi
Il saoad 20 love 70 See rhe funny
nan sister Margery s2E.H sha sad %
herself And then, Just As II size hsd
had = magical ring, h-r visa ~4s gratl-
fed For olt On the main Halk, not
tSelss feet away, from = small side
path. came Afr Sterling
lie saE ths lttle maiden outside the
rallinz-ths briEht-eyea, curious face.
He liked children de saanteEed
to&ards the gate.
"Heno, little lAssie. what Is your
name
~kearney. sir"
"Ob. you're one Of the Kearney SIS
tiers are you2 Which one2'
I'm not the clever one. " she s4ld.
he smiled
..No9"
.No. Clotlds IS the clever one"
..Weu
"AnaTn not the good one. Janet is
the good one.
Indeed
Yes" With a nod. And Tn not the
pretty one. either. Margery is the pret-
y one
And yoa?"
"Oh, Tn the bad one. Al least that
Is the way Uncle Dick says We ought 20
be edis-dis-distingusbe.f'"
She was breathless from her struggle
with the big word.
Then, he said laughter lighting up
his quiet brown eyes-"then II was
/ Margery saw to-day2"
Yes, and think. Indignantly, 'she
was all wrong. don't think you're one
I bit awkward"
"Ehe"
Il think you're downright nice And
/ some day-not now, because the girls
said mustn't, but some day, when we're
/ better acquainted. I'm going 20 ask you
% let me ride on your little white pony" "
lie bowed gravely.
Certainly
Its SO slcees'" growing friendly and
confidential. DO you know that last
summer-keep still, Kitty Kearneyr' 10
the pussy, which was writhingly at
Z empting an escape - "last summer
Margery, who is the grandest artist that
ever lived, Think. made a sketch Of il
when il was out at pasture. just wal;
here and III run and get IL. Come on,
I Twig,"
Away she scampered, her little dog
after her. Smiling amusedly, the tall,
brown gentleman by the gate waited
her return.
In about fifteen minutes she was back
with fat book under her arm.
1T is in there, and be is eating
grass
He took the book rather difidently
but very curiously. too. 1t could not
matter. Sketches were made to be
looked at And this was sketch of his
own pet pony.
by George"
He almost dropped the book.
'Oh. please, please" cried BERTHE, in
an agony OF remorse. Il quite forgot
your picture was in there. What won
Margery say Oh, never mind the pony:
picture now
She snatched the book, turned, rar
home as fast as her fat legs would carry
her. leaving Give Sterling crimsonine
and laughing as he never had crimsoneC
and laughed before.
"Well. I've seen myself for once a,
others see me, thanks 70 the pretty
one"
He dropped his Eyeglasses and saun
tered back 70 the house. For severs
DAYS ne neither saw nor heard any thing
OF his neiChbors. Then he chanced Z
encounter BERTHE.
"Oh, please, can't talk 70 you" th'
child said. The girls say I'm so un
unrelia5k. You know Margery caugh
me- when I was sneaking her sketch
book back. and made me tell her wher'
had taken IL TO-"
"And then2"
Then" confessed BERTHE, with con
trite gulp, then she sat down aa'
crledH
Il say. No.
"She did. There she is now! Oh
Margery, Marrery!"
The girl had come unexpected aroun'
the corner. To avoid a meeting was i'm
possible. She was quite near her siste
and The master Of Tho Oaks"
This IS Mr Sterling. Margery. YO
know you weren't reg-regul1r,y intro
duced before I've been telling hin
how you cried about"
A delicious blush Of modification, re
gret, pleading swept across Margery
wild-rose face. Frankly she held on
her hand. lifted her clear eyes.
'T an 40 sorry for having been so rude
VIII Won forgive No II ron camp An
come over and play tennis this aftel
noon9"
Thank you. Yes" be said.
Why. Narrery." tho Others said
he-. when no, after q rattang goo
, game. had returned home, he is jas
splendid"
"Good-looki1g. TOO
b And gentleman
"All tbree~ cded Ma7gerv, pr0mp
, II. as she sought the sketch ot the
r now neighb0r and dsliberatel ly tore itul
2 She IS Mrs. Give Sterling now.
Be--ie was her bridesmaid.-Kste !
Clearv. fin y +. Ledger.