Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-10

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And away rushed Master Billy, little
rocking of the mischief he was unwit-
tingly working to the cause of true
love.
The evening of the fair came and
the pretty rooms, made still prettier
by paper roses and evergreen garlands,
we're crowded with the brave, the fair.
and some that were neither one nor the
other. Georgia Arlington, presided at
one of the tables, lovely enough to
drive half dozen men distracted, in
stead of one, and Miss Orinthia, in a
rustling, slate-colored silk dress, went
about like ali autumn leaf in high
wind. The luckybag circulated from
hand to hand. carrying, as is the want
OF these institutions, little merrimcnt
and laughter in its wake. Georgia
drew cigar case, Mr.. Mott became the
proprietor of a rag.doll, and Miss Or
inthia Brown drew-a letter, addressed
to herself.
Gilbert Mott. leaning against the
doorway, sow Miss Brown hurrying up
to Georgia and displaying her prize
with malicious glee; while Georgia col
ored and bit her lip, and looked ready
to cry, and feigned u merry little ripple
! of laughter, all in one and the same
| breath.
why don't that horrid old raid
keep away from Georgia Arlington !"
looks like dried up bunch of raisins
beside cluster Of Isabella grapes"
And. watching an opportunity, he
slipped through the crowd and edged
up to the table where Georgia was sell
ling pin-cushions and tape trimmings ut
an exorbitant price.
'Georgial" no whispered, softly,
"Georgia!"
But she TUNED her head haughtily
away.
"Please to excuse me, Mr.. Mott" she
said. coolly.
While Gilbert was staring at her in
amazement hand was slipped through
his arm and Miss Orinthia Brown drew
him gently away.
'Where are you going p he demanded
! following her rather unwillingly.
Just outside the door. one moment"
whispered Miss Orinthia, falteringly.
ut is not in the tumult of a common
en!"
"What words? I haven't an idea what
you meant" cried the young man.
Orinthia drew him into the hsll, her,
head dropped on his shoulder.
EYES," she faltered, Eyes! How could
you for moment doubt itw
doubt what? Excuse me Miss
Brown, but think your wits are for
saking you," said Gilbert Mott, striving
to extricate himself from the damsel's
grasp.
Gilbert. would you, then, be false
to me?" sobbed Orintbia, with the
dawniug symptoms of Mysteries.
II! False to you!" echoed our hero.
miss Brown, will you he so good as to
tell me at once, and plainly, what you
are talking about?"
Orint]ia Browns sallow cheeks red
dened-her eyes sparkled ominously,
as she drew from her pocket the precj GUS
| missive.
"Do you mean to say, sir. that you
didn't write this letter? ?" she demanded.
Gilbert took the letter and scrutin-
ICED it closely.
Yes, of course, wrote the letter."
"Then, dearest"
stop, though" he interrupted, fran.
tically. 1T wasn't to you'll"
"Not to mel"
"No! DIV you suppose want to mar
ry you'll"
Miss Orinthia uttered shrill shrek
but the next moment she was alone |!
Gilbert Mott had vanished.
For the matter was growing serious
now. If Georgia were to be won, she
must be won at once, before Fate con-
spired with any other old maid to de-
prive HIM of her coveted love.
Georgia" he said. planting himself
resolutely beside her. II have got
something I wish to say to you"
You had great deal better say it to
your beloved Miss Orinthla," said
Georgia, tossing her faxen curls.
"But she isn't my beloved Miss Grin
thia," cried Gilbert.
II suppose you will be denying your
own handwriting next" said Georgia,
Indignantly. But it's no use; saw the
letter myself"
But, Georgia, the letter was written
to you" .
"Then, said Georgia. frightening up
little, show did she get it?
That's just what can't comprehend
myself, said Gilbert; "but one thing
am very certain of love YOU, AMI
you alone. and won't leave YOU until
You tell me whether the love is return
ed"
And he did not; neither was it
ne cessary for h,m to stay there very
long.
But to this day nobody, save Billy,
the irrepressible, knows exactly how
Georgia's letter came into Miss Orinthia
Browns hands.
Two Boston MilliOnaires.
nonnlo of Roatnn A;lIiono;.e.