The Pascagoula democrat-star., 1889-05-31

answered to the description OF the
song you were singing. But now,
candidly, do you think he is hand.
somer than II"
"Oh, my, he is ever so much
handsomer than yOu," said Marian,
with emphasis. "Your skin is
brown and your hair is brown"
"And his skin is white and his
hair is white" interrupted the
stranger.
"What an ilnpudent fellow he
is" thoueht Marian.
"No, didn't mean that" she
said. "GiIderoy has skin as fair
and hair as golden as any blonde
beauty"
"What a pity we can't all be
blonde beauties,n murmured the
young man. "rhere. now, don't
flare up, little one; | mean it, 'pon
honor do.'
Marian looked at him rather
doubIfully. Did he mean a word
of what he was saying9 How could
she tell, with those mlschievous
blue eyes fixed upon her 2
81 cannot go Tomorrow" she an
swered.
"Then | shall be very much dis
appointed" and, however it got
there, the young man held Marlan's
hand in his.
"Marian, Marian | want YOU"
called a voice from the house.
"Oh, l. must CO." said Marian.
"Then good-by, Marian" and,
giving her hand little squeeze, he
was gone.
"How handsome he is" thought
Marian; "and | believe what he
says, but then his eyes!" and Ma
ran turned up the path.
Next day Marian startled her
mother with he intelligence that
she was going 10 the hall. And
stranger still, Marian was not go.
ing to see GIlderoy Murray. Some
how she had forgotten all about
him since yesterday. Two blue
eyes haunted her pillow last night
and drove all else out of her head.
Two blue eyes were fixed upon heI
now, as she sat sewing on The porch,
but she was not aware of it until a
clear voice sang:
While Saters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sac HE,
Till clay could death shall blin' my &c,
Ye shall he my dearie.
"Do you believe it, Mariang Z"
"No, | DON'T" answered Marian.
"But | meant it, Marian" .-
Marian shook her head and sci
her purple. black Curls dancing.
"Good. by, Marian, you will be.
lIeve il some time," and the next
moment he was gone.
"Well," said Marian, drawing her
breath quickly, 81 wonder who he
is-but I'll find out this evening"
But Marian Didn't find out that
evening, for that morning Gilderoy
Murray received an important dis
patch, and he and his companions
left on the noon train, sorely disap-
pointing tbe great gathering that
had assembled TO welcome him
home this, his twenty-fUurth birth
daV.
Poor Marian she was more than
disappointed. 1t seemed TO her as
if all the sunshine had gone sud-
denly out OF her life. Not a thought
was she giving TO Gllderoy Murray.
What was Gilderoy Murray to hers
What il she had, IN fancy, made an
idol of him! Since yesterday she
had forgotten there was such be-
ing in existence.
Who was the strangerg Did her
grandma know his name9 Would
he come back with Gilderoy Muir
ray? Did he mean what he said
that mOrningl These were The
q1estions that troubled Marian for
many a day.
"Marian," said Grandma Leslie,
one day that Marian was visiting
at the Hail, "Gilderoy is coming
home next week"
us any one coming with him y
asked Marian, her pale, haggard
face lighting up.
Yes; | believe he is bringing
his intended bride with bIm, to
show her the old place. If Pm not
mistaken, she's distant relation"
"And are you cure there is no one
else coming with him, grandma y
Not thatI know of, child"
"But some one else might come
with him." and the next week Ma
rian watched the road with eager
eyes.
"Marian," said her younger
brother one day, as he jumped from
the horses back before The gate,
there comes Gilderoy Murray
is any one with him y SAID Ma
rian, in a whisper, laying her hand
on her brothers arm.
"Yes; I think a lady is In the
carriage with him.
Already ths carriage was IN sight
and Marian strained her eyes 10 get
a good view Of its occupants.
Ii was an open carriage and as It
passed BY a pair of laughing blue
eyes met Marian's asionIshed gaze.
and the owner OF the laughing
eyes hae barely time to raise his
hat when the carriage was BY.
II thought yOu end 6iideroy
Murray was il The carriage I'd
dy," she said to bis brotier.