Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1892-05-27

enough. As it was, her blue eyes,
shining wisifully into his, seemed TO
paralyze the very nerves of his
tongue.
81 have got a little story here"
went on Blanche, producing a neatly
folded packet, (which have worked
very hard upon, and-if you would
kindly look at it, and give me your
unprecedented opinion" .-.
s'Certainly," said Karl, recovering
his self-possession, and bowling as he
took the packet.
"Thcre are some verses, too" sail
Blanche, rcddening, "and little es-
say or two, written as spicily as pos
siblc. Shall | como tomorrow to get
your opiniou?'
Shy no MEANS" said Mr.. Rubens,
politely. Twill not trouble you TO
come down to this questionable To-
calily. If you will allow me to call
and see you--"
a shall be SO much obliged!" said
Miss Ain'lie, eagerly, and Karl knew
that she meant it.
Blanche Ainslie went away, leaving
an Intangible little scent of altar of
roses behind her-and the sun dipped
down 5chid the chimney tops, aud the
sal.ctum became dark and gloomy all
at once.
allow pretty she isl" Karl Rubens
thought; "but, pshaw! the idea of
be- writing for the papersl Poor
0ffii0, how little idea she has of the
life that lies before her. However, |
will take the papers to Di, and see
what she says about EN-"
Miss Diana Rubcns was a strong
minded young lady, of a certain age,
who read Carlyle, translated Hebrew,
kept house for her brother, and did
nearly as much of the "heavy work"
of the Weekly Sinner as did the editor
himself.
"Fiddlesticks! !" said Miss Diana, as
her brother, over his evening cup of
tea, tossed the manuscripts toward
her, and related his story. "Little
Blanche Ainslie could no more write
for the paper than any canary bird!
But every woman thinks she's born
authoress, and nothing but personal
experience will grind the idea out of
thcm!"
Then Miss Dina read the neatly
written pages one by one.
"Scentcd with rose," said she,
scornfully. "Stuff and nonsense /"
"Well?7 said Karl, at last, looking
up from his own writing, as Miss
Diana laid the packet down, with a
loud "llcm!" which signitied the
completion of her task.
"Fiddlesticks." was the brief yet
significant reply.
Karl rubbed his nose with the end
of his pen-stick, evidently little dis
appointed.
"You think they won't do?" said
he.
.Of course they won't" said Miss
Di. "Dishwater and adjectives-
trash and sentimenl-what are the
girls thinking of nowadays? If she
had sent me few good table recipes
now, or way of cleaning marble or
taking out mildew; but an impossible
love story with the hero on stills end
the heroine mere milk and water.
Pshawi"
"Poor childv said Karl, comparisons
atcly-but he never thought of an APP
peal from his sisters decision. "And
she was so sure of SUGGEST"
"Thoy always are!" said Miss Di.
Karl Rubens was a little provoked
at his strong-minded sister, but he re-
membered, as palliating circum-
stance that Miss Diana had never seer
Blanche Ainsle.
The cditor did not sleep very
soundly that night. He could no
help thinking of the beautiful girl Sc
suddenly reduced from luxury ant
wealth to utter poverty, and when a
last lie fell asleep, it was to dream o
blue eyes, aud chestnut hair braidet
with shifting lights of gold.
Kari had always admired th
brokers pretty niece from respect
full distance. Now it seemed as if sh
were faire? and more attractive thai
ever. In fact our editor, although h,
was not fully aware of it himself
was lowering dangerously near III
magic ground of love.
lie called at Mrs. Ainslie's the mex
evening with the condemned manu-
scripts in his pocket, and l do believ
had he not stood in righteous fear o
his strong minded sister Diana, h
would have told Miss Ainslie tina
her productions were accepted" an