Nevada County picayune., 1891-04-09
PIECE OF RIBBON.

Isn't it sweet" exclaimed Bessi,
Eckel to her sister, as the clerk un
rolled a few yards of the dainty rib.
bon, with its silkcn sheen and fash
ionable picot edge, and threw it dex
trously over his arm. 1t was such {
lovely color as it caught the light
Bessie could not resist it. Five
yards, please" And the ribbon
was cut off and carried triumphtly tC
her sisters home in Brooklyn.
Bessie locked her trunk hastily,
after tossing in the roll, the last
thing before retiring. She was to
take the next days boat up the Had-
son, and must get an early start tC
reach New York in time. But every
thing went wrong in the morning
for Bessie oversight herself, and was
hurried with her toilette. The ex-
pressman called for her luggage,
and, as his wagon ratified off, Mrs.
Mrs. Rogers, looking after it, said:
What is that bit of color on your
trunk; :"
Bessie gazed out of the window
and cried in dismay:
/ Goodness, Lena, it is Charles
the-Tenth pink, 1t must be my rib
bon. Can have left an end out p
You surely have replied Mrs.
Rogers Say goodbye to your
treasure, Bass-you never will see it
again.
you don't think anyone would be
mean enough to take it;' exclaimed
Bessie, anXiously. such lovely
color, tool"
II should expect to have it taken,
/ if had been careless enough to leave
anything so pretty hanging from my
trunk, . replied the sister, severely.
"Never mind; | can open the
trunk on the boat, and tuck the rib
bon in, said Bessie.
If the eXpressman doesn't pull it
out first suggested Mrs, Rogers,
consolingly.
The coupe they had ordered dld
not come until late, and then the
man drove SO slowly that Mrs.
Rogers lost all patience. After sew
eral Intellectual suggestions that he
/ should make the horse move faster,
She put her head of the window and
scolded him vigorously. 1t was
none too soon, for, by putting his
steed into a mild trot, they reached
/ the wharf Just as the boat swung off
The plank was again lowered, and,
with hasty farewell to Mrs Rogers,
Bessie EcIlcl stepped on board.
Forgetting the trunk with its scrap
Of Charles-the-Tenth pink, she as
cended to the deck. Finding the
armchairs occupied, Bessie advanced
to a pile of camp-stools, and attemp-
ted to put one in order. Was that
wretchcd thing bcwitched: Bessie
struggled with it in VAIN; the back
refused to be Strengthened, the legs
rose in the air, the seat persisted in
turning wrong-side-out, She was
about TO throw it down and take an
other, when a quiet ALLOW me-
sounded in her ear, and strong
hand took the chair, Strengthened il
out with certain mysterious twist
and placed it for the young lady in {
shaded spot.
Fred Emory had seen Bessie Ecke
as she came on board, and noticed
the sweet backward glance at Mrs
Rogers, the graceful swiftness of hei
steps as she sprang across the plank
Nor was the pretty occurrences OF
her present THANK you" lost upor
him.
"A very pretty girl" he said tc
himself, as he furtively watched. II
wish | knew her. How a chat woulC
enIiven this tTp!"
But Bessie was. engrossed with a
book, from which she now and thct
lifted her dark blue eyes to drink ii
the beauty of the sparkling river
the peaceful Villages, and the tower
ing Palisades, very lovely in theil
fresh June garments and Free
Emory couId contrive no excuse foi
addressing her.
He rose and strolled down stairs.
Miss Eckers trunk still stood where