Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-11-01

beautiful eyeS-true poets eyes! 4
quoted his remarks. / expressed a de.
sire to sec the last exquisite produc.
ton Of his gifted pencil.
Sue, Tom was not green with ieal-
ousy, but purple. | thought he would
have a hit on the porchl And so--well,
no matter about thatl 1t was all right
when he left me.
But to-day's mail brought me a proof
of my conquest-Doem-not, one but
half a dozen--to my eyes, to my hair.
to my smile! Nevel never would ]
have beliey =. such fearful stuff could
have been written with such r%apidity,
but for the proof before me. Fancy
some twenty illusions such as this,
Soulful doleful. mystic maiden,
With thy fair brow genius laden,
Maid OF beauty, maid of song,
Leave the unc0nRenial throng,
Priestess of a poets theme,
Goddess of an artists dream,
Bend to listen TO my Tyre,
Delgn my pc. Gil TO inspire,
Tune my soul 10 ccstacy,
Do!eful, soulful MariorleV'
l was Marjorie" for that evening, and
1 can not deny hat was doleful. But
did you ever?
The fair was a great success, and ]
have carefully packed my lovely. love-
~ dress for some future occasion. Mr..
Stokes has asked permission TO call
Come and make me u long visit. Sue,
and you may wear my blue cashmere
aud try to captivate him. His uncle
left him q handsome fortune. and Tom
says he is a iirst-rate fellow, but ne
does act like an idiot just now. Al
any rate. you can have a bushel or two
OF sonnets written to your eyebrows,
for YOU are fifty times prettier than ]
ain, and in hat blue cashmere you
would captiyate a heart of stone. ]
know it ALL Come and try! Lovingly.
Mag.
TOMS SIDE.
Mag wants ME to tell my side of that
swindle we played on poor Stokes.
Dicks a good fellow. with too much
money. II Dick had 20 work he'd not
u off into f~al-lals.
Mag and / wanted TO tease him. 50
Mag made herself bewitching-and obi
how betwitching she wasi | intro
duced Dick, aud Dick fell In love on
the spot. head over heels, heels over
head. But didn't calculate upon be-
ing pestered to take Dick to call on
Maggie, and well. ] didn't want
him hanging around her. Dicks a
superbly handsome fellow, and some
how, though any other man would
look like a fool In the artistic(p) dress
he wears, he looks like a poet and an
artist.
Mag said / was very rude not to
bring him, aud declared he filed her
ideal Of manly beauty to q dot. Be-
tween them they badgered me so that
ut last / sat an evening aud Mag prom
Used to be at home.
Mag says | am jealous. and perhaps
/ am, but confess to adesire to choke
Dick when / went 10 his room to ac-
company him to my aunts house. Such
q get-up! ! can't describe the dress in
the aesthetic jargon. but l was not too
stunning. Then ! imagined Mag In
that ''bewitching" costume rolling
her eyes at him. quoting his doggerel,
raving about his daubs-and working
myself up TO a savage frenzy by the
time l rang the door-bell.
The piano was crashing under heavy,
horrible banging, and Mag was sing
ing-no screeching n comic song-in
the voice OF a fisherwoman. / never
imagined that Mag coald make such
car-splitting yells.
We went in. Was that-could that
BIO Mag at the piano, ! asked myself.
Her hair was frizzled and banged and
up to an outrageous height. Her dress
was of pea-green silk. short, trimmed,
fringed. bugled, aud made in the latest
fashion. A scarlet bow at the throat,
blue ribbons at the hair, aud a yellow
belt completed the bewildering rain
bow. I could have fallen at Mays
feet to tell her how ! admired her line
of strategy.
why. how dye dop she cried.
I'm awful glad to see you! Sit down,
do! Myi wasn't IL awful at that fair,
Mr.. Stokesp You see / was to do the
whot-d'ye-ca ll-'em--esthetic girl, and
oh. my gracious. what uphill work IL
was. You don't catch me In that
scrape again"
Dick fairly gasped. but Dick Is a
gentleman. and with a fine courtesy
hat belongs to him made himself
agreeable. though / am sure he was
grooming in spirit.
But he gave way when he saw upon
the comfortable a half-dozen vases that
were left over from the fair. Mag saw
his eyes resting upon them and laugh
ed heartily.
The last Of the fair relics" she
said.
But" Dick said, reproachfully.
'.you told me-"
Il told you they were antique,
municipalities gems. or one was!
But you see they were manufactured
by the dozen for the fair! Any little
fiction IL permitted at n fa~ir-table."
But when we returned to Dicks
room he hurled his priceless, antique
vase through the window, with two
words not admitted to polite society.
Still. Dicks wedding-present to Mag
q month later Is me Of the greatest OF.
naments OF BUR house!-Anaa Shields
IN ~. y. Ledger.