Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1892-05-06

"Margery, she cried, gleefully clap
ping her hands, "what lovely straight
profile you have! | shall turn artist and
paint you, and call you 'Springtime.'
Margery uttered sudden exclamation
which made Dolly whirl swiftly around,
and there, to her infinite embarrassment,
stood her brother Arthur, the young
bank clerk, with another gentleman
Mr.. Somerset, of Skipton Court.
els it tableau9" said that young
man, smiling, cor full dress rehearsala"
Margery flung off the pale yellow
draperies-the narcissus stars rained
down on the shabby carpet at her feet.
''It's only Dolly's nonsense, she said,
with glance of smothered indignation
at her sister.
''Oh, but what pity to spoil the
effect?" said Somerset. "Such lovely
flowers! My sisters are besieging the
florists to get just such blossoms for the
ball decorations. Speaking of the ball,
Miss Peak, we are determined that you
shall reconsider your refusal to come,
because"
And Dolly, going from the room in
conscious disgrace, lost the rest of the
sentence.
Down in the kitchen-the only other
room in which there was fire-there
ensued lively discussion between old
Rebecca and her young lady.
"My dearie sweet" coaxed the an
cient servitress, "you can'tW
''But l canl" said Dolly.
"But you mustn't, Miss Dolly"
"But 1 will!n cried Dolly, with
stamp OF her il-shod foot.
"You're a Peak, dearie, of Peak
Hill"
"But you're not, Becky. Dear Becky,
good Becky, if you put on the old
sleighing hood aud blue spectacles, no
one will know you. And poor Margeryl
Think of Margeyy. Oh, Becky, you
will-you must!"
The soft kisses on Rebecca's cheek,
lip, brow, were enticing beyond every
thing. She felt herself yielding.
"La, child" said she, 'don't stifc
me! II must, | mustl'
The next morning Margery Peak
sauntered down to the old greenhouse.
"If the flowers are really there" said
she, "I may as we'll pick them and send
them to Skipton Court. It'll be neigh
borly thing to do, and-Why, where are
theyl Dolly, thought you said"
In the middle of the old place stood
Dolly in the attitude of tragic muse.
''rhey've all been picked and taken
away in the night" SAID she, dramati-
cally-'every one"
"Goodness mel" cried Margery.
"Who ever heard of such thingl Who
can have doneit9'
"Of COURSE" sighed Dolly, "the door
is never locked. Any one could have
done it"
The night of the ball at Skipton Court
arrived Once more the sky glowed yell
low as the sweet spring jonquils them
selves, aud the wind howled down the
chimney of the nursery. Once more
Margery sat on the old fur rug, thinking
sadly.
"Margery |" breathed soft voice.
"Dolly, are you there" cried the
elder, with start.
"Yes, I'm here. Listen Margery.
When we were children, don't you re-
member how we used to play at Making
Believer Well, let's make believe now.
Suppose we had a grandmother, like the
story heroines, aud she had u wedding
dress; would you like it to be like this y
She shook out the clouds of soft,
white tulle dress, threaded with woven
CLEANS of gold, aud knottsd up here and
there with punches of yellow narclssus.
Margery sprang to her feet ecstatically.
"oh, Dolly" she cried. "Am l
dreamingl"
"Nol" cried exultant Dolly; "It's real
truth bought the dress and old Becky
made it-af;er the pattern OF your last
white muslin-and | trimmed 1t with
fiowers--my flowers"
"Child, where did you get the money!
Cheeky sold tue pansies aud the mar.
eissuses aud the jonquils. The florists
would have given any money for more.
They had a big order from Sklpton Court.
Now, Margery, | know how to earn
money aud help Arthur along. As Tor
YOU"
"Well, as for met"
"Why, here's the great t-grandmother's
dress, and there's the enchantc / bali
room, waiting at skipton Court, aud the
yellow gold pieces raining down, in the
the shape OF nareissus aud jonquils. Aud
shouldn't bit wonder" she added
roguishly, "it the royal prince himself
wasn't so very far off, because Mr.. somer-
set told Arthur that he never hal seen
any one as beautiful rs you were that
night when you sat in the hrelight
drapel In amber silesla aud crowned
with flowers. Quick let me help dress
you, Margery. There isn't moment TO
lose
"Yod dear little good fairyl' cried
Mafgery, with swimming eyes. 'But |
must stop long enough % give you
kiss. How did you ever come TO think
OF itf
For once ia way thugs happege |
just exactly a. they ought. Me- Somer-
set was already half n love with Mar
gerry Peak, and the ball room experiences