The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1893-10-04
Leopold Leverton's Love.

Leopold Leverton was in love once
more Ever since hi3 quarrel with
Laura Gray in the summer he had
been paying desultory court to Dor
othy Pearson, and now, hearing that
Dollie had just inherited sweet little
legacy from recently deceased maid
en- aunt, Leopold-or, ns his friends
were wont to style him, Poly-had
come to the conclusion that her charms
were utterly irresistible.
If Leopold did occasionally expert
ence twinges of remorseful regret for
the old delightful days, he carefully
concealed his feelings, and with all the
impetuosity of his nature he resolved
to beat George Specdman out of the
running, win the fair Dollie-and her
legacy-for his own, and live happy
ever after.
As Leopold saunterei through the
town happy thought struck him. He
would send Mrs. Pearson gift
something which would influence her
to countenance the proposal he in
tended making to her daughter at the
earlies o. ,ortunity.
What should the Something" be?
A goose?
No. That might suggest odious
comparisons.
A turkey?
Yes. That is the very thing; tur-
key it should be.
He immediately proceeded to put
his design into execution, and after
examining considerable number of
obese gobblers he finally selected
fine fat fellow eminently qualified to
arouse Mrs. Pearson's housewifely nd
miration and mellow the heart of her
rotund little spouse.
"Just give mea scrap of paper and
I'll write you the address to which |
want it sent.
Certainly sir. Here you are, SIR"
and the shopkeeper handed Leopold n
memorandum sheet.
Now, it chanced the poulterer' err
rand lad was one of those poetic little
souls, who, in accordance with the
eternal uniitness of things, are to be
found in all parts Of the civilized
globe, engaged in the most prosaIc
and uncongenial occupations, and he
had, in an idle moment, inscribed up
on the back of the slip of paper line
of Longfellow's which had taken his
fancy. This inscription, however, es-
capped notice.
'rhat will do capitally," said Lev
erton, and he proceeded to write:
"No. II Trotterville terrace, Park
road. With Leopold Leverton's COM
,pliments.
'There," said he, "that will do.
III just pin it to the turkey. You'll
send it at once won't youP"
Immediately sir" replied the
tradesman, briskly. "No. II Park
road, sir. Right sir"
BY curious coincidence-or il may
have been fatality-George Speed
man strolled leisurely up, unseen by
Leopold, who walked off light hearted
ly before him.
"No. II Park road!" said Speed
man, mentally. What's Poly been
ordering for No. 71?"
He turned and looked into the shop.
"What does this weigh?" inquired
George, indicating the one Leverton
had jusa purchased and which still lay
on the stall with the scrap of paper
conspicuously attached,
"That ones sold, sir. Here's one
that nd pass as twin brother to it,"
"Ah," said George, ,perusing the lines
which his rival had penned, swell,
welgh me that one.
Oddly enough, the same happy
thought had occurred to him which
had been conceived by Leverton.
"Thank you sir. Where shall 1
send it to?"
"Oh, I'll take it, thanks" replied
Speedman. And straightway he
trudged off to Park road with his bur-
den.
There was puzzled look on his face
as he picked his way through the
crowds of holiday makers that throng-
ed the town, and it was still there
when, having left the shops and
throngs behind him, he stopped for a
moment to light cigar.
Hardly had he nrocaadad n doyar