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

check bones, it would have been easy
enough. As it was, her blue eyes,
shining wistfuIy into his, seemed to
paralyze the very nerves of his
tongue.
II have got little story here"
went on Blanche, producing neatly
folded packet, (Which 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 bowling as he
took the packet.
'There are some verses, too" sail
Blanche, rcddcning, land little es-
say or two, written as spicily as pos
sible. Shall como tomorrow to get
your opinion?"
@By no MEANS" said Mr.. Rubcns,
politely. II will not trouble you TO
come down TO this questionable To-
caIity. If you will allow me to call
and see you--"
II shall be so much obliged!" said
Miss Ain'lie, eagerly, and Karl knew
Iht she meant it.
Blanche Ainsle went away, leaving
an Intangible little scent of altar of
roses behind her-and the sun dipped
down bchid the chimney tops, and The
sanetum became dark and gloomy all
at once.
FlIow pretty she isl" Karl Rubens
Thought; "but, pshaw! the idea of
he writing for the papers! Poor
e9iIu, 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 'em."
Miss Diana Rubens was a strong
minded young lady, of q 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. "Littlc
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
thcmi"
Then Miss Dina read the neatly
written pages one by one.
"Scentcd with rose," said she,
scornfully. "Stuff and nonsense p
"Well?' said Karl, at last, looking
up from his own writing, as Miss
Diana laid the packet down, with
loud "llem!" 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 a little dis
appointed.
"You think they won't do?" said
he.
"Of course they won't" said Miss
Di. 'Dishwater and adjectives-
trash and sentiment-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 tic hero on stills end
the heroine mere milk and water.
Pshaww
"Poor child!' said Karl, compafsion-
atcly-but he never thought of an APP
peal from his sisters decision. ''Aud
she was so sure of SUGGEST"
"They always are!" said Miss Di.
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
souudly 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, aud chestnut hair braided
with shifting lights of gold.
Karl had always admired the
brokers' pretty niece from respect
full distance. Now 1t seemed ms if she
were faires and 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 at Mrs. Ainslie's the next
evening with the condemned MANS
scripts in his pocket, and | do believe
had he not stood in righteous fear of
his stroug-minded sister Diana, he
would have told Miss Ainslio that
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