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


female with cotton gloves and high
cheek bones, it would have been easy
enough. As it was. her blue eyes,
shining wistfully into his, seemed to
paralyze the very nerves of his
tongue.
81 have got little story here" 4"
went on Blanche, producing neatly
folded packet, (Which l have worked
very hard upon, and-if you would
kindly look at it, and give me your
unprejudiced opinion"
"Certainly," said Karl, recovering
his self-possession, and bowing as lie
took the packet.
"There are some verses, too" said
Blanche, rcddcning, ''and little es-
say or two, written as spicily as pos
sibe. Shall como tomorrow to get
your opinion?"
"By no MEANS" said Mr.. Rubens,
politely. 81 will not trouble you to
come down to this questionable To-
cality. If you will allow me to call
and see you"
al shall be so much obliged!" said
Miss Ainslie, eagerly, and Karl knew
that she meant it.
Blanche Amslic went away. leaving
an intangible little scent of altar of
roses behind hcr-and the sun dipped
down bchid the chimney tops, and the
sanetum became dark and gloomy all
at once.
GLOW pretty she isl" Karl Rubens
thought; "but, pshawl the idea of
her writing for the papcrsl Poor
chi L.. how little idea she has of the
.lif4 sasaf 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 laly, of certain age,
who read Carlyle, translated Hebrew,
kept house for her brother. and did
nearly as much of the "heavv 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. "Liltle
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
thcml"
Then Miss Dina read the neatly
written pages one by one.
"Scentcd with rose," said she,
scornfully. "Stufr and nonsense %
"Well?' said Karl, at last, looking
up from his own writing, as Miss
Diana laid the packet down, with a
loud client" which signified the
completion of her task.
"FiddlesticksI was the brief yet
significant reply.
Karl rubbed his nose with the end
of his pen stick, evidently a little dis
appointed.
"You think they won't do?' said
he.
"Of course they won't" said Miss
Di. "Dishwatcr and adjectives-
trash and sentiment-what are the
girls thinking of nowadays? If she
had sent Inc few good table recipes
now, or way of cleaning marble or
taking out mildcw; but an impossible
love story with the hero on stills end
the heroine mere milk and water.
Pshawp
''Poor child!' said Karl, ,compassion-
atcly-but he never thought of an ap-
peal from his sisters decision. "And
she was so sure of successl"
"They always are!" said Miss D.
Karl Rubcns was a little provoked
at his strong minded sister, but he re-
membered, as a palliating circum-
stance, that Miss Diana had never seen
Blanche Ainslie.
The editor did not sleep very
soundly that night. He could not
help thinking of the beautiful girl so
suddenly reduced from luxury and
wealth to utter poverty, and when at
last lie fell asleep, it was to dream of
blue eyes, and chestnut hair braided
with shifting lights of gold.
Karl had always admired the
brokers' pretty niece from a respect
full distance. Now it seemed as if she
were faire: aud more attractive than
ever. In fact our editor, although he
was not fully aware of it himself,
was lowering dangerously near the
magic ground of love.
lie called ut Mrs. Ainslie's the next
evening with the condemned manu-
scripts in his pocket, and do believe
had he not stood in righteous fear of
his strong-minded sister Diana, he
would have told Miss Ainslie tha t
her productions were .'acce .,ted." aud