Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1891-04-08

nevertheless, DeleVe your statement 10
be untrue.
In other words, she has been all this
time deceiving you!" triumphantly cried
Juliet.
Andrew rose up and flung aside the
newspaper he had been reading.
Suppose we leave off discussing this
topic, said he.
Juliet only smiled She had sown the
seed. She was willing now that il
should germinate at its leisure.
1t was toward evening the next day
that Angeline and Juliet strolled down
through the woods To meet Andrew re-
turning from his work, and accompanied
him back TO the hazel copse at the rear
of the Grover farmhouse.
~Thereln Juliet suddenly cried out,
just when Angeline and her brotherwere
talking and laughing in their meriest
mood, what do you call that?n
From the picket fence where Myra
Growers white hollyhocks grew, and the
currant bushes blushed red with fringes
of fruit, slender cord was stretched
and on this cord was pinned a switch of
floating brown hair, like an Indians
scalp trophy, while several long, fair
curls swinging to and fro in the wind
kept it company.
Angeline stopped.
It's false hair, isn't it?" said she.
"The girl of the house has been washing
1T, and has hung it there to dry. don't
suppose she thought that anybody would
be passing this way! Almost every one
wears false hair nowadays y and she
gave her own luxurient tresses shake
to prove their genuineness, while her
brilliant eyes flashed back an answering
gleam to the look that Juliet gave her.
And knew at the first glance that that
Grover girls curls were not her own.
Are we waiting here for anything in
Particular" Andrew Mills asked curtly,
and they hurried on. But both Juliet
and Angeline were satisfied.
Il think he's safe now, DEAR said
Miss Mills. You have only to be as
sweet and encouraging as possible, and
he's sure to capitulate. He attaches so
much Importance TO perfect truth and
candor. That false hair business has ac-
complished a deal for us. But 1 wish
he'd be little expeditions about it, she
added, with a smile, for I've got to go
back to my cashiers desk the day after
tomorrow, and / should like to leave you
with the engagement ring on your finger,
Angy."
1T will be all right, said Angeline
serenely. you'll see, love!"
Poor Andrew, however, was in a less
jubilant frame of mind. He was sitting
alone on the back porch under the shade
of monster gnarled apple tree, ponder
ing. If Myra-innocent, dove eyed little
Myra-were false, upon whom could he
depend? 1t was, in itself, trivial Of
fense, the wearing of other women's hair.
but it destroyed his faith in Myras honor
and honesty. Poor Andrew he was very
wretched.
A light step on the mossed over garden
@path aroused him from his unpleasant
reverie. 1t was Myra's voice.
Andrew" she hesitated, "shall l be
disturbing you? IL wanted to consult
you little. I've got some money to in
vest. Fifty dollars, Andrew And ] do
not know what bank or deposit company
had better place it in.
He rose up mechanically.
Fifty dollars, Myra?" said he. irving
to speak lightly. "Where did you get
$50?"
II have earned it all myself" said
Myra, flushing with artless pride. Il
have been working for a hair dresser at
La Sale. He has sent me a lot of goods
to pick over and reweave 1t is tedious
business, but he has paid me well, be-
cause, he says, / do it so nicely. Oh,
you would laugh, Andrew" she added
gaily, "if you could see our sitting room
sometimes. Father says it's just like an
Indian wigwam filed with scalps. And
Juliet and Miss Dufour made all manner
of fun of me when they came in yester-
day morning and saw what was doing. {"
Involuntarily Andrew Mills stepped
forward and took both Myra's hands in
his own.
do you mean," said he, that they
know ~
~Of course, acquiesced Myra. "Why
shouldn't they?"
Dear Myra, he said, Il am glad that
you came 70 me tonight.
why - she asked. do you know of
good investment, Andrew ?"
II am not thinking of investments, y
he said, half smiling. ~Yes, am, too.
/ want to make life investment of my
self.
He walked home through the dew and
the starlight with Myra Grover-and
when he left her fathers door they were
engaged.
You and your friend Miss Dufour
have deceived me-. he said sternIy to
Juliet when he arrived at home; ~gross-
ly deceived me. But your Vaccinations
have failed. This day month shall
bring Myra Grover here as my wife.
You, Juliet, are my sister. can not
very well close my doors against you.
But Miss Dufour must never again calcu-
late on my hospitality.
And the baffied Angeline went back
once more to the teachers desk. Myra
Growers innocence and candor had pre-
vailed against all her craft.
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