Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1891-01-15
LUCY'S POCKET.
What It's Contents Disclosed, and
the Vow She Made.

NOW, Lucy" admonished a sweet
faced woman, sitting idly by the win
dow and watching her daughter as she
put the finishing touches to a most be-
witching toilet, 81 trust you will give
heed to my counsel, and not excite ieal-
ousy in the hearts of your companions
to-day. Be circumspect; and don't, |
pray, give any encouragement to Bob
Lester, unless you mean TO marry him.
Your flirting proclivities, ] am sorry to
say, are alarmingly developed. l
wish"
Eyes, yes, mamma" broke in the girl,
impatiently, adjusting the rose-colored
knot of ribbon more satisfactorily at her
white throat; 81 know what you wish, so
don't draw such despairing breath, for
promise Pll attend to your advice and
behave as circumspectly as ever Rose
Martin, the ugliest girl in Rosedale,
could do. You needn't apprehend any
thing unpleasant dislike Bob Lester
intensely, and l only consented to ac-
company him to the picnic because he
Is the son of the richest man in the
town-or county, too, for that matter
Besides, Ihave penchant for"
She paused abruptly, with the namo
of some one warm upon her lips, and a
blush mantlcd her piquant blonde face.
She was lovely girl, slender, petite
and graceful as one of the sweet-brier
branches that clambered over the gar
den wall. She had mischievous gray
eyes, superabundance of red-gold hair,
allowed to fall in two massive strands
to-day, a rosebud of a mouth, and the
cunningest hands and feet imaginable.
AS her mother regarded her intently,
she lit her lip and turned aside, as if in
quest Of something.
What are you searching for now,
Lucy?" inquired Mrs. Sherwood. "Youi
toilet seems complete"
Not quite, mamma; you forget my
charming pocket All the girls will
wear one to-day. We are to bring home
our trophies in it, you know"
Nonsense, Lucy! l would not veal
it If were you. 1t is absurd for young
lady to have one Of those useless ap
pendages dangling at her side"
But Lucy persistently shook her head
''Sorry, but l really can't relinquisf
the charming accessory to Y toilet
mamma. Why, it is out of the question
altogether Each of the girls is to wea
one, l tell you"
Mrs. Sherwood said no more, ant
Lucy began to fasten her pocket by IT
tasseled cord to the rose-colored belt a
her waist.
just now the girls of Rosedale had
mania for wearing pockets of the mos
fanciful description, not to deposit an,
thing therein, but merely as a matter o
show. Lucy's was heart-shaped, O
wine-hued velvet and artisticall,
adorned with gold cord, lying agains
the soft background of her dress, it ha,
q very pretty effect, and Lucy regarde,
1t admiringly as she turned away from
the long mirror.
AT this juncture man relned in tw
spirited black steed9 in front of 9Th
Naples" as Widow Sherwood's coz
place was appropriately called.
''There is Mr.. Lester now, mamma,
cried Lucy, who was slyly peeping a
the snowy turnout from behind tn
lace drapery at the window. 'My
/, won't be the envy of every girl at tn
picnic? What lovely horsesl Thei
tails nearly sweep the ground, and jus
look at the silver-plated harnessl Dea
mel If Bob Lester didn't have sue
fery-red hair and was bit more pc
ished, and Yes, yes, mamma, ! al
ready, and will not keep my cavalie
waiting. There goes Jane with the bi
| frosted cake and the basket of sane
wiches. Oh, / anticipate a splendi
time"
And, putting Oh her wide gypsy, tn
girl tripped merrily down the step
was assisted into the carriage by NJ
Lester, and away they sped in the d
rection of the pine woods, some two {
three miles away.
Bob Lester, man of twenty-eigh
compactly built, with flaming red ha
and beard, did his best to make himse
agreeable. Lucy laughed at his roug
sallics, and flashed back witty repa
tees; but all the while she was wonde
ing what girl had been brought there /
Ross Wilde-a strikingly intelligel
but rather impecunious young lawy,
whose offer to escort her to the picn
out of caprice or a desire, perhaps,
try her power over him, she had cool
rejected.
The pine woods were alive with ha
Ply people when Bob and Lucy arrive
much merriment was going on. and
string band was discussing most jul
liant air.
Lucy closely scanned the motls