Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-01-09

II should so love to see the funny
man Sister Margery saw" she said to
herself. And then. just as II she had
had magical ring, her wish was
gratiied. For out on the main walk,
not twelve feet way. from small side
path, came Mr.. Sterling.
He saw the little maiden outside the
railing-the bright-eyed, curious face.
He liked children. He sauntered
toward the gate.
"Hello, little lassie! what is your
name?"
"Kearney, sir"
"Oh! you're one of the Kearney
sisters, are you? Which onep'
BERTHE Rugged her kitten more tight
ly and looked very important
I'm not the clever one," she said.
He smiled.
"No?n
"No. Clotilde is the clever one"
"Well."
sand I'm not the good one. Janet
is the good one"
"Indeed"
EYES," with a nod. "And I'm not
the pretty one, either. Margery is the
pretty one"
"And youP"
"Oh, I'm the bad one At least that
is the way Uncle Dick says we ought
to be dis-dis-tinguishedr'
She was breathless from her struggle
with the big word.
"Then." he said, laughter lifting up
his quiet brown eyes-"then it was
Margery saw to-dayp"
Eyes, and | think, Indignantly, "she
was all wrong. ! don't think you're
one bit awkward"
"EhP"
II think you're downright nice
And some day-not now, because the
girls said l mustn't-but some day,
when we're better acquainted, L m GO
ing 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 Kear-
ney," to the pussy. which was writh-
ingly attempting an escape-last sum-
mer Margery, who is the grandest art
ist that ever lived, think, made a
sketch OF it when it was out at pasture.
just wait here, and I'll run and got it.
Come on Twig."
Away she scampered, her little dog
after her. Smiling amusedly, the tall
brown gentleman by the gate waited
her return.
In about fifteen minutes she was
back with a fat book under her arm.
at is In there, and he is eating
grassr'
He took the book rather diffidently,
but very curiously too. 1t could not
matter. Sketches were made to be
looked at And this was a sketch OF
his own pet pony.
by Georgem
He almost dropped the book.
'Oh, please, please" cried BERTHE, in
your picture was in there. What
won't Margery sayP Oh, never mind
the pony's picture noww
She snatched the book, turned, ran
home as fast as her fat legs would carry
her, leaving Give Sterling crimsoning
and laughing as he never had crimson
ed and laughed before
"Well, I've seen myself for once as
others see me, thanks to the pretty
oner'
He dropped his eyeglasses and saun.
tered back TO the house. For several
days he neither saw or heard anything
OF his neighbors. Then he CHANGED TO
encounter BERTHE.
"Oh, please, | can't talk to you, the
child said. The girls say I'm so un-
reliable. You know Margery caught
me when | was sneaking her sketch
book back, and made me tell her
where had taken it to-"
"And thenp"
Then" confessed BERTHE, with
contrite gulp then she sal down and
criedw
II sayl No!'
"She did. There she is now. "Oh,
Margery, Margery"
The girl had come unexpectedly
around the corner To avoid a meet
ing was impossible. She was quite
near her sister and the master of
THE Oaks"
This is Mr.. Sterling, Margery. You
know you weren't reg-regularly intro
dueed before. I've been telling him
how you cried about"
A delicious blush Of modification. re-
greet pleading, swept across Margeiy's
wild-rose face. Frankly she held out
her hand, lifted her clear eyes.
81 am so sorry for having been so
rude! Will you forgive me, IL you
can? And come over and play tennis
this afternoonP"
THANK you. Yes" he said"
"Why, Margery," the others said to
her, when he, after a rat
Ting good game. had returned home,
''he is just splendid!'
"Good-looking, too!'
"And gentleman!'
"All threer decided Margery,
promptly, as she sought the sketch OF
their new neighbor and deliberately
tore it up.
She is Mrs. Give Sterling now.
BERTHE was her bridemaid.