St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-09-30
LlzzIE'S LOVER,
Or Love Finds a Way.

There was only one disagreeable
thing about going to the picnic, Phoebe
thought, with frown Oh her pretty
face. Her cousin Lizzie was going too.
and was just as likely as she to win
Burt Williams heart. Phoebe had made
up her mind long ago that she wa nted
to be the mistress of the Williams man
sion herself. Suddenly thought came
over her how she might prevent her
rival from going.
Lizzie had only one pair of shoes be-
sides her slippers, and the latter she
was wearing Just then, so it was easy
for Phoebe to slip up in her Cousins
room and take the shoes away and hide
them in her own trunk.
In the dining-roOm Lizzie was laugh
ing and talking over the prospects OF
the picnic. She hoped to have the
young heir by her side all day, but
sometimes she thought he preferred her
cousin. 1t was not for his money that
she loved him; it would have been the
same had he been only mechanic.
''He would show his preference to-
day." she said, and as he behaved on
this occasion she would judge of his
heart. "If he likes Phoebe best l will
stop thinking of him." she said to her
self.
Come, girls" said her mother, ''dress
yourselves, and pa can drive you over !;
and take wraps. for it is sure to be
chilly after dark, and don't sit down by
the river-I misdoubt it's dangerous.
And don't stand IT. the sum-"
But the girls were off before she had
done speaking, and in few moments
I nd 10 in a MI a
way from the head of the stairs:
''Oh, ma. | can't find my shoes"
Phoebe heard and laughed. The
mother ran up stairs. AS Lizzie pinned
the black lace scarf about her throat
with her most becoming turquoise pin,
she heard them decide that the shoes
had been stolen by tramp.
"The idea of putting them on the SLIP
said the mother.
II thought they seemed damp" said
Lizzie. "Oh, dear, how foolish L was !!
Now must stay at home" And she
began to cry little.
They came and told Phoebe, who was
all astOnIshment and cOmmiseration and
who asked if she should stay at home
also.
''Of what use would that be?' asked
Lizzie. "Oh, no; go. l declare L am
the unluckiest girl! | wanted to go so
much"
"Of course you did," said Phoebe to
herself.
Her uncle drove her over TO the picnic
grounds, talking all the way about Liz
Zie's shoes; and Phoebe felt very mean
and contemplate. Somehow she could
not enjoy herself, and as the time wore
on and Burt Williams did not present
himself she became utterly wretched.
"Where is Burt?" asked everybody.
But Burt came not.
Evening drew on. People began to 60
home. II had been the stupidest, most
wretched day for Phoebe.
Meanwhile Lizzie, sitting with her
crochet work on the piazza, heard a
voice at the gate saying:
Good morning, Miss MillerW
She looked up. There stood Burt
Williams.
II met your father in the road" he
said, land he told me you were not
going to the picnic"
Yes; think of the funny reason!
haven't any Shoes" said Lizzie. "Noth-
ing but these slippers; a tramp has
stolen mine"
All the world looked bright to her
now. and she could laugh.
y
said Burt. May l come up and SIT
DOWN.?
''Of course said Lizzie.
The mother was busy up stairs; no
body was near. Burt sat down very
close to Lizzie and prayed with the ball
of blue WOrSted she was knitting into a
match receiver.
she felt her cheeks glow. and she
was glad that she had not gone to the
picnic.
The bees hummed in the garden; the
scent of the new-mOrn hay came up
from the pasture.
They sat silent for many moments.
In all her life Lizzie would not forget
that happy time.
Lizzie" said Burt. after while, 81
suppose you know | love you. l haven't
told you so, out and out, but think you
must have seen It."
mo. L didn't know; was not sure, p"
said Lizzie.
And Pm not at all sure yet about
Won. Lizzie said Burt. DO you care
a little for me? Will you marry me,
darling? l shall be very wretched if
you will not"
What Lizzie said did not make Burt
wretched.
When Phoebe came home that night
she looked cross and dispirited.
Had nice time?" asked her aunt.
mo. 1t was stupid. Lizzie didn't
miss much" said Phoebe.
"Why, there now, rather think she
didn't" said Mrs. Miller. Il can't keep
it to myself, Phoebe. Pa met Burt
Williams and told him she wasn't going,
and he called, and they are engaged,
Phoebe. Why, it's like story, isn't it?''
"Yes," said Phoebe: she could not say
any more, her anger was too great; and
Mrs. Miller shrewdly suspected why.
The next morning Lizzie's shoes were
found Just under the window.
"Not bit damp with dew or any
thing" said Mrs. Miller to herself; but
though she had jumped at pretty cor
rect conclusion as to their disappear.
ance, all had turned out so well for Liz
zie that she was generous enough to say
nothing to any one.