The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1893-02-14
BARBARA'S MISCHIEF.
How She Brought Back Her Sis
ter's Lost Lover.

", and, of course, az naughty az she
was tall, and filed up quite large
space In society in very opposition to
her manner whereas, Barbara was an eli
of nine years standing on this grim
old footstool of ours, and was not one.
quarter as big as her name, with the
face Of fairy and bright brown eyes
that looked out from under her yellow
bang, ridiculously like the way in
which Dots pony peered from under
his mane-and with orbs almost as big
and fully as limpid. But then she Ia
my heroine, and you must needs make
the best of her.
Dot was engaged, / am happy to say,
70 perfect Apollo, but am sorry to
admit that abe treated said Apollo as
If he were nothing more than poor.
weak, erring mortal, and took II upon
her stately. privileged self to lecture
the young man upon certain faults she
took It, as matter of course, must be
in his possession, being as he waa the
only SON Of q very indulgent pair Of
| old folks.
But she was shaken to the very
foundation of her royal being when
one day she discovered that the last
sentence Of her excellent haranRue had
fallen upon thin air; and she had con-
fused sense of pair Of indignant, sor-
rowful eyes leaving their light to
haunt her as she sat there amazed and
hurt after the hall door had slammed
like wooden oath.
He was gone then.
s.Ohi Scott-Ohl Ecottp abe moaned.
which was no slang at all, but the irate
Apollo's christened name.
Dot arose from her chair of state and
carried her heart, bleeding and torn,
upstairs 10 anoint It with tears and
cover It with the magnificent new ball
dress from Mime. Highprice-admir-
able bandage.
whats the matter. DotP You is
crying"
Miss Barbara's eyes had caught the
CLEAN Of something shining and bead
like upon the very tip of Dots feather
fan
II think you would cry. too, Chickie,
wouldn't you, If the prince came and
promised you nice things and then
rushed of without saying anything
about it
Isn't Scott going to take You to the
ballp"
ut certainly doesn't look like it. He
went of so angry with me-"
Another tear splashed hotly down
upon Barbara's little upturned face.
The child wiped it of, uttering this
solemn injunction:
Don't you cry one bit more. will
see about this matter myself" uncon-
sciouslY initiating papa's impressive
manner.
They had always talked to her rs II
shs could understand their mature rea-
soning-this sister and this papa-so
that she had come to have . ludicrous
little air of sage consideration Of all
things brought to her notice.
Nine o'clock and no Scott-he was
mot coming, then; must she miss the
glorious assembly ball because OF his
anger2 Not shell Half-past ninel Had
Barbara been awake she would have
noticed the quivering eyelid that tried
so hard to keep the teardrops prison
ers. Quarter to ten--she gave up all
hope Of Scott and in ten minutes more
papa was drowned in . sea of over
flowing satin, whose cream-white bill
lows filed the coupe.
Ten o'clock. A loud peal Of the door
bell aroused Barbara from her SUM
Der. Another peal Out of bed, into
her little Mother Hubbard wrapper.
and down the stairs crept Barbara, on
tiptoe, though there was no need of
that. as every trusted servant had gone
out and the child was alone in the big
house. The little hand mastered the
huge door-key and out in the moon
light the brown eyes discovered Dots
lover.
.'Oh, it's you"
Eyes. Chicl<ic, Of course it Is. Isis
Dot ready?"
Now. I've always been amazed at
the fbs children can tell On the slight
est provocation had even gone so
far as to entertain some odd ideas of
the utter lack of conscience in the
world of childhood, and honestly be-
lieve that veracity Is an actual matter
of education, pure and simple-with =
dismal conviction that even cultivation
QQSA nOt "a W ny 10A4C0. tA&f 2 AcSAA
astonished to see with what fertility
the brains Of infancy are possessed, In
venting with ease uncalled-for and un-
precedented falsehoods; and as Barba-
ra was beyond the average, lam bound
to say that she gravely sent the follow.
ing little fib into SCOTS ears:
Eyes, Dot Is al ready and gone with
papa. but you are to bring me instead.
Pm almost dressed. just go into the
library, please. Scott. and l win not
keep you waiting more than few min
utee."
Poor Scottl A wrathy whirlwind was
gathering about his ears as he obeyed
the little maid. His quarrel with his
beloved had driven all thoughts of the
ball from his head, and now to come
and find her of and away with her pa
ternal relative, and knowing that she
had very good reason to think the most
horrible things in the world of his
seeming neglect. made him blind to the
scheme of the little sister and to be
glad that he was the object of even
thought
Barbara rushed off, wild with excite
ment, and, reaching her own room.
tore each little curl paper from ite
resting place upon her pretty round
head and began to comb the crooked
yellow knots into heaps of wonderful
golden fuzz.
won't Dot starel" thought the little
wretch. zone need not be so old, after
all, to go to ball. think III make
sensation"
She was right. Scott left her at the
door Of the ladies' room in care Of
nice old black auntie, who hooked her
snugly into her lovely frock and tied
the hlmy tracery about her waist with
. real French touch. though the fingers
were black as ink
How In de world OBJ worlds did yer
sbber happen to come to dis growed-up
ball, honey, chile9" looking at her adj
miringly.
s'Oh, Dot 10 here-my sister, you
know-and ! thought I'd come, too"
A burst Of exquisite music brought
Scott to the door to claim the little
hand for q round.
"It's too bad, Scott, but you are too
tsllIH looking at him from her iowly
standpoint
..No. my dear Barbara, the fault lies
In your feet; you are too little" iook-
Ana dawn at her And tkiniinn hnw