The Opelousas courier., 1892-04-16

hurried away.
Sister came and stood in the moon
light, and | saw she was crying, but she
only said, dear, kind old Je~fferson!'
Presently he came back, and handed
something to Sister. saying: 81 thank
ye, missile, FUR keeping of it for me-
and he hurried away again.
Sister went to the window. "Jack,
she whispered.
Then ] heard loud voices, and she
banded the money out the window to
come one.
"God bless you, Sister!"
Goodnight; be a good boy, JGcx."
Then Sister came and knelt down by
the desk, and her beautiful hair rested
on my pages; then splash came two tears,
and SO / was baptized.
[ was not a nice child, but that, !
I'M convinced, was my own fault. Sis
ter, however, thought I was delightful,
and though she ought to know, hel
opinion was not corroborated by Others,
awoke one morning to find myself
being roughly handled for the first time.
a great ugly man was seated by a huge
desk in a big office. There were many
other men somewhat like him, all sit,
ting at great desks in the same office,
but the particular man to whom | refer
was more disagreeable, [ am convinced,
than any of the Others.
He tore off the paper wrappings in
which I had been swathed, and flung
them into a great capacious scrap basket.
At that time my knowledge of scrap
baskets was limited, but subsequently,
this part of my education was corrected
/ futtered my leaves coquettishly as hi
glanced at me, but | at once became
aware that he seemed to see through mt
without looking at me. He fumbled me
over, reading a portion of the last chap.
ter, then said, soto voce: "More trash;n
then, aloud, to a young maj at the next
desk:
"Here, bundle this back. | think,
however, I tore the address, so look out
for it."
Then he slipped aerubber band over
me, and I tumbled pelI-mell into the big
basket after the shreds of my envelope.
At that time / was the only occupant of
the basket, but in an hour, one after an
thirty other manuscripts were with
me in the basket.
The youth who gathered US up seemed
IN a hurry, and left me, with my torn
address, till the following morning then,
more time, | presume, he picked
ne up, not unkindly, though he laughed
an amused way, glancing down my
irst page.
Poor girl evidently a glrl), she will
disappointed, doubtless"
Do you suppose he meant Sister,
At home again! And Sister did seem
disappointed; but she read the little
printed slip, and then YEARLY looked
'ver my leaves.
None were torn or soiIed, so she kissed
ae gently, and dire3tly | wa sent on
mother voyage.
Ny experience was much the same as
'efore. The printed slip | brought back
vas a different size and shape, andI cb-
erved with anguish that my dear crea-
seemed worried, and ! feared she was
disappointed in me, o perhaps growing
0 dislike me, as others did.
One afternoon when / returned from
peregrination longer than usual, I was
anded to my fair creator where she
7alked in thessweet-seented green and
old light Of the garden, accompanied
Y a tall aud handsome young man.
She sighed, ssAgaiulo a she received
lie; then / trembled in her fingers, and
omehow my string became united, and
escaped from my wrappings.
Her companion hastened to pick me
p, handling me with a consideration
other. mar had eVinced toward me.
hen he said TO Sister, taking both her
hands as he placed me in her
aSWeetheart, if you love me, why in
st on this long, this endless delay?n
Sister looked down, and a rosy color
ole over her face, while her lips quiy-
red.
ut is SO hard to speak of. / have
ontracted a debt, and, until I can repay
by my " earnings, ] cannot marry;
would not be honorable; and no one
i'll publish my story
She was still looking down, sad and
EMBARRASSED, SO she did not note her
,mpanion's expression, but thought
. was about to rend the pale evening
+ with a wild peal of laughter, SO
,arkling were his eyes with mirth and
applness.
Imagine my establishment on seeing
m quite grave when she lifted her eyes,
he said, sympathetically
.Yes, / understand, dear. Blythe
ay, have you tried the Gushington
ubiishing House2"
Yes; I had but just returned from
commodious scrap basket. He
emed very kind. When he left us,
ster took ME to her pretty silk-draped
She sat by the open window,
d I lay still in her lap, and wondered
Title TO Finish what / could do to
AXE her happy.
It was, / think, two days after that a
tier lay beside me on Sisters desk. It
IS from the house of Gushington, and
ntained q check for seventy-fve dol
Is, and q note from the editor stating
at by mistake | had gotten in a pile Of
jected MSS, and been sent to her by
$ assistant without his knowledge.
onld she kindly overlook tais, and per-
4 bis house the honor Of printing her
,rk2
Then you should have seen her. She
: like 9 glad June morning in her
Feliness. She iaUghed and cried all at