The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1891-01-02
WE MADE THE MATCH.

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* ling herself to a piece
II 'of cake.
IL a. 81 Its the best no
tbN kle.kS IL tion!" shrieked Lot
Ewe aSS> tie Burns, taking a
candied cherry from paper.
"You had better enjoy the joke less
audibly, or we'll have some one COM
ing to see what is the matter" inter-
posed Grace Carleton in whisper.
The three girls we're sitting upon
the floor near the open window in
their sleeping-room, surreptitiously
enjoying the dainties that Lottie's
married sister, who had been to
boarding school and knew all about
it, had struggled in an innocentlook.
parcel that morning.
They were all supposed to be in
bed. The time devoted to recreation
in which they played battledore
and shuttlecock or grace-hoops in
the long school-room-had passed;
the hour during which Miss Chesney
read aloud from some good book
not calculated to offend the religious
prejudices of anyone, while the pu-
pills crocheted or knitted or event
on" mysteries in worsted-work, had
passed as usual; they had had pray
srs, and retired to their dormitories
and after certain space the gas had
been turned off; and here they were
up again, each wrappedin a counter
pane, endeavoring to ruin their
youthful digestions by the light of
the midnight m Don.
"She has no business to peep and
Dry as she Does" said Ida, land go
about soft-footed and pop down on
US when she is least expected to do
So"
"Of course she hasn't, said Lottie.
''Let ue do i'll" said Grace.
clean see him with my opera-glass."
said Ida. II believe he is writing po-
stry."
The three girls got upon their
knees, and looked through the optic
al instrument in question, which had
been in use before and now stood up
on the window-seat.
'.No; he is copying music" said
Grace. "Oh, dear how funny he is,
with his big nose and his bald head
quite comic character
'Sentimental, too he'd believe it
ALL" said Ida. -
1.-The question is" said Lottie,
what are we to write to her? He
may believe a lady has sent for him
because she has fallen in love with
him as he appears at present; but
if we were to write to her that an
elderly gentleman had done the same
thing, she would instantly tell her
respected principal, let loose the
watchdog lock herself in her own
room, send for the magistrate, and
never come out again until the vii
iian was arrested"
"That is true" said Ida. Miss
Chesney is roper to the tips of her
toes. Prudence Chesney-doesn't
the name suit her? tell you what
We will dc, girls; we'll write to her
that poor but worthy gentleman
whom she once knew is in great dis
tress, and begs little assistance"
She'll be sure to answer that"
said Lottie; ''she gives away her
small change to every beggar on the
road"
eyes, and she doesn't get too
M 'eh oft herself, either, said Grace.
"Oh, say-it would be too bad!''
However, the spirit of fun, and the
utter heartlessness of her companions
overcame her, and by the light of q
well-preserved wax candle the trio
indited the following notes.-the first
as follows:
"DRAR SIR.-Iam teacher in--Institute,
and being in possession Of an opera-glass,
often spent more time than would be will
ing to confess to in watching you az you
sat at your window engaged, doubt not in
musical composition. The balmy breezes
even OrlnQ To me sometimes C0e magic strains
OF your violin. May dare to beg an inter-
view? I should like to see more of one oil
whom think 90 often.
PRUDENCE CHEsNEY."
Up. 81 shall be in the grove in
the school garden at halfpast seven
this evening""
''Lovely!" cried the girls, when
Lottie read this composition aloud
to them.
''Now what is the individuals
manner" asked Lottie.
"Peter Palmer, Professor of Mu-
sic," giggled Ida. "Oh, Peter, you
don't know what we are doing over
here" and she threw a kiss toward
the window Of the house in the vii
iage street at which the unconscious
musician sat at work. ''Now Tor tho