The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-01-02

"Kearney, sir"
"Oh, you're n of the Kearney sisters,
are you? Which one7'
|, sI'm not the clever one" she said.
He smiled.
mop
mo. Clotilde is the clever one"
"Wells"
"And Tin not the good one. Janet is
the good one"
eIndeediy
eyes" with a nod. "And Pm not the
pretty one either. Margery is the pretty
one"
"And your
sob, I'm the bad one. At least that
is the way Uncle Dick says we ought to
be dis-dis-distinguishedl
She was breathless from her struggle
with the big word.
ssThen,'' he said, laughter lighting up
gerry / saw todayg'
eyes, ard l think" Indignantly, "she
was all wrong. Idont think you're one
bit awkward"
ssEh:';
81 think you're downright nice. And
| some day-not now, because the girls
said I mustn't, but some day, when we're
better acquainted, I'm going to ask you
to let me ride on your little white pony
He bowed gravely.
Certainly"
"It's so sweet" growing friendly and
confidential. "Do you know that last
summer-keep still, Kitty Kearney!' to
the pussy, which was writhingly at
tempting an escape-s'last summer Mar
gerry, who is the grandest artist that ever
lived, / think, made a sketch Of il
when it was out at pasture. just wait
here and I'll run and get it. Come on,
Twig!''
Away she scampered, her little dog
after her. Smiling amusedly, the tall,
brown gentleman by the gate waited hen
return.
In about fifteen minutes she was back
with a flat book under her arm.
1T is in there, and he is eating grass!'
He took the book rather difidently,
but very ~curiously, too. 1t could moi
matter. Sketches were made to be
looked at. And this was a sketch of his
own pet pony.
"By George.'
He almost dropped the book.
s.Oh, please, please" cried BERTHE, in ar
agony OF remorse 81 quite forgot your
picture was in there. What won't Mar
gerry say! Oh, never mind the pony's
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.
.sWell I've seen myself for once al
others see me, thanks to the pretty one.'
He dropped his eye glasses and saun
tered back to the house. For severa
days he neither saw nor heard anything
of his neighbors. Then he CHANGED tt
encounter BERTHE.
sob, please, / can't talk to you,' the
child said. ssThe girls say | am so un
reliable. You know Margery caugh'
me when / was sneaking her sketch bool
back, and made me tell her where | haC
taken it to-"
sAnd then?''
"Then," confessed BERTHE, with a con
trite gulp, 'sthen she sat down and cried!'
81 sayl Nor
"She did. There she is nowt Oh
Margery, fhiafgery.~
The girl had come Unexpectedly arount
the corner. To avoid a meeting was i'm
possible. She was quite near her sistel
and the master of ''The Oaks"
'tThis is Mr.. Sterling, Margery. Yet
know you weren't reg-regularly intro
duced before. I've been telling him how
you cried about
A delicious blush of modification, re
greet, pleading swept across Margery'i
wild rose face. Frankly she held out
her hand, lifted her clear eyes.
II am S sorry for having been Sc
rude! VIII you forgive me if you can
And come over and play tennis this
afternoon
"Thank you. Yes" he said.
"Why Margery," the others said tt
her when he, after a rafting good game
had returned home, .'he is just splen.
did!'
Good looking, tooF'
"And a gentleman
"All threeg' decided Margery, prompt
ly, as she sought the sketch of theil
new neighbor and deliberately tore it up.
She is Mrs. Give Sterling nov
BERTHE was her bridesmaid