Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-01-16
HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF.

having made his toilet. sat down to
write "a letter.
He had had a quarrel with his sweet
heart Miss Sallie Peyton-and now
he was anxious to become reconciled to
her.
After covering several sheets OF pa
per with words and sentences, merely
to destroy them, he at last produced
this etfusion:
My Darling Lump of Sugar: Forgive
your wicked Edward. 1t was all his own
fault, ana he repents in dust and ashes.
Write TO him TO come 10 his own pet before
he dies of SORROW He can't live without
You.
Having incloscd this missive in n
neat envelope, Master Edward caught
up his hat and rushed toward the
village postotiice, but had not m de
half the distance before he espied,
trotting along the road with small
basket on his arm, n very small boy,
no other, in fact. than the brother
of the damsel to whom the note was
directed, and coming face to face with
him, uttered the eXclamation:
''HallOo, PHILIP"
'JIalloo, yourself" replied that
worthy.
Where are you goingP" inquired
the young man.
Home" said Phil, 1--WE been to get
coffee at the store"
''Oh, Coffee" repeated the young
man. You're little fellow to send
on errands, arn't you?'
mo-" responded Phil, II is big"
"Oh. so | perceive. l wonder now
If you are big enough to carry n let
ter?"
"Of course" said Phil.
Then take this" said the young
man, handing him the miss,ve he had
composed. land give it to your sister
as soon as you get home"
"Why don't you take it yourself?"
asked Phil.
"Oh, your legs are younger than
mine," said the young man, seeking
for an apt reply and finding none.
''Zey amt" said Phil Indignantly;
my yegs is old"
Any imputation OF youth was always
resented with Indignation by this five
year-older.
"Of course; where were my brains?
/ might have known your legs were as
old rs you were," said Edward, in IA
modifying tone.
yes" said Phil, "of tourse. I've
got new boots"
He laboriously lifted first one chubby
leg and then the other, to exhibit them
the better.
Regular seven-leaguers, declare, :"
said Master Edward. "Now carry that
letter safe TO Miss Sallie and I'll bring
you some caramels when / come over"
''All right Dood-by," said the
young gentleman in the most conde-
scending tones. Tome soon," and
away he trotted. while Master Edward,
confident of his ladys mercy, now that
he had kumbled his pride and asked
forgiveness, stalked along the road,
which arose gradually from the fat
farming land to the rocky hillside, and
shortly reached an elevation which en-
abled him to see the chimneys OF Pine
farm, the abode OF the Peysons.
A few steps more and the increased
elevation permitted him TO look upon
the garden. and standing at the gate
he saw little blue figure that made
his heart beat. 1t was Sallie's own.
At that distance he knew that even
II she looked up she would not recog-
nize him. so he stood still and gazed.
He had not seen her for three good
weeks, and even to look upon flutter-
ing figure in blue, that he knew TO be
no other, gave him Joy.
She opened the gate and ran up the
road a space. the ribbons at her waist
floating out upon the breeze. She
beckoned with her hand and went out
OF sight
Shortly she returned, leading Phil
by one hand and carrying the little
basket In the other.
''She has got it," said Edward.
He kissed his hand toward the chin
neys redeemed by the newly rising
sun, and said to himself that she
would surely write that very day.
His mother noticed that his appe-
tite for breakfast was better that morn
ing than it had been for some time
past, and laid the improvement TO his
morning walk.
Meanwhile Phil had been led into
the kitchen.
"What on earth kept you so longP"
asked his mother.
II found persimmons," said the
child. "Bill shook 'em down aud l
picked 'em up.
81 hope they were ripe" said the
mother.
"Yes- Sumpin' for Sallie in the
basket" said Phil, taking a hot bis
cult from the pan and flying out in the
garden.
What is in the basket for me, map
asked Sallie.
There's dandelion in here" re-
piled Mrs. Peyton, handing the basket
TO black Martha, the cook, after she
had peeped into it and traced the yell
low flower.
The letter had managed to get it.
self under the loose splint, and was
invisible in the shadow OF the cover.
Sallie stuck the flower into her blue
belt.
Cunning OF Phil to bring It," she
said, and the basket was hung upon a
peg in the pantry, and poor Master
Edward waited in vain for an answer.
Waited and waited, growing sad and
sorry as the time passed on. and Sallie
waited also. She had believed that
her lover would make overtures oil
reconciliation, and she was ready 10