The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1891-09-05

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Nevertheless, she was well pleased
when, instead of gair 20 spend the even
ing at the Widow Enniss. her brother
reid the newspaper. made UP his ac-
counts, and went to BID before o O'clock
Mrs Ennis, however in the pretty
white house on the other side of the hill
was not so we'll satisfied. She had put
on her preltiest dress, arranged bunch
of roses in her bodice, aud l. .ited the
shaded lamp in tho parlor all ready for
company. But still no one came.
II thought you said he was steady
company, Emily, said herold aunt, Mrs
Nudge, biting her pretty red under lip.
ale sent word he was coming this even
ing"
"Gr'aps he's changed his mind, oS.
ccryed Mrs. Nudge
Perhaps, said Mrs Ennis icrkin;
her crochet needle with some emphusis
through the soft blue wool she was FASH
ioning into a shoulder cape.
Men are orful onsartin, remarked
Aunt Esther in general way.
$50 have heard, said Mrs. Ennis.
with two red spots on her cheeks, While
the needle flew to and fro more rapidly
than ever
'lfhere he comes now up the walk,
said Aunt Esther.
Mrs. Ennis peeped through the blinds.
mo, it isn't, said she; "its Captain
Clover.
Another beau o your'n?" asked Auns
Esther.
"Not exactly beau, >" said Mrs Ennis
TAT least not yet But I'm awmly
glad to see him. One don't want to SIT
stupidly alone all the evening, and you
always go to bed so early, Aunt Esther.
Aunt Esther smiled quietly to herself.
"This fellers tall, thought she, "with
black lair and slim shoulders. If it's
Old Hosea Clover's eldest son, don't sec
why lie shouldn'tbe beau. He'seuouyh
site better looking than that Boiling fell
lowl"
Eight o'clock struck then o. Aunt
Esther, who had fallen into little duzo
over her knitting work, finally arose,
snuffed out the candle, and betook her
self bedward. AS she passed the bed
room door, however, she opened it just
wide enough to say:
"Oh, by the way Emily, l forgot to
say how much oh. ged l was to you for
selecting that there wig for me to-day.
1t is beautiful match.
Captain Glover looked at Mrs. Ennis.
Mrs. Ennis burst into a low, pleasant
laugh.
Aunt Esther has quite forgotten that
there is any one here said she.
So you've been buying wigs2" said
Captain Glover gravely.
only one," said Mrs. Ennis. "Tm
rather used to the business. always
used to select Ennis's wigs for him.
1t was Captain { overs turn to laugh
now, but it was rather a nervous laugh
Notwithstanding.
Emily, l wonder how you would get
along with husband that didn't wear
wigs?'" hazarded he.
II don't know" observed Mrs. Ennis,
intent on a dropped stitch in her work.
II never tried.
SEmily, suppose you were to try"
"Well?" She glanced shyly up.
Try me, Emily"
"Idon't know what you mean, Henry. "
"Well, l mean simply that love you,
Emily, and if hadn't supposed that you
cared for Peter Beblipg, should have
told you SO long ago.
Peter Boiling, iytdeedl" said Emily,
with toss of her head.
Emil -'ill you marry me?n
eyes, viii, said Emily.
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mysterious box over to the Boiling
house.
II just want to show you, Polly Bob
ling, said she, "what q lovely new head
O. hair Emily selected for me yesterday.
There can't no one tell it from real, Pm
sartin, when I've got it fitted nicely on.
Peter Boiling had just brought in an
armful of oven wood. He stood still tC
hear the rest of the conversation.
ia mel" cried Polly, turning as many
colors as a dying dolphin. "Why,
seen her n selectin' it at Wilkins's yester.
day, and l s'posed it was for herself!n
"For herself?" almost screamed Miss
Nudge. For our Emily? Why, she
amt 80 yet, and her hair is as thick anC
soft as brown satin! Oh, is that you
Mr. Boiling Ito Peter who stood trans
fixed, as it were). "We s'posed you wa!
sick, as you didn't keep your appoint
ment with Emily last night.
mo, - said Peter, Iain'tsick. Igues
I'll call there this afternoon.
"'Twouldn't be no use" said Mrs
Nudge "Emilys going up to town thi
afternoon with Captain Henry Glover
They're engaged, p"
'Whaty" shouted Peter Boiling,
"Taey'er engaged, repeated Mis-
Biudge, wondering if Peter Boiling
hearing was poor
And thus ended the last dim CLEAN c
romance that ever frightened poo
Peters life Polly Boiling declared i
was not her fault But then, as Pete
dolefully remarks, Whose fault was it (?