The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1893-11-24

the diningroom with Dolly leaning
upon his arm.
! Mrs. Pearson-Mr. Pearson-con-
gratulate me. Dollie has promised to
be my wife"
1t was George who spoke, with spark
ling eyes and triumphant tone Leopold
could scarcely believe his ears
WHAT he cried, while Dollie hung
her head and blushed bewitchingly.
Yes May l congratulate you on
having resumed your engagement with
Miss Gray?' answered George, seating
himself beside Dollie.
'Nha-what do you mean?" STAN
mered Poly, hopelessly bewildered.
'Oh, nothing! Only l thought as you
were sending them turkey you must
have"
1t was now Georges turn TO look sur
prised.
Il don't understand. There's some
mistake. | ordered one 10 be sent here,
hoping Mrs Pearson would accept"
The one | saw was addressed to IL
interrupted George, thinking he began
To see light
Yes This is Il; noticed the num-
Der on the garden gate as passed this
morning"
is III. / noticed the other day that the
first figure was almost washed ont. We
must have it repainted." "
Then my turkey has gone wrong,''
exclaimed Leopold. Il must see about
it"
He was, as has been previously re-
marked, an impetuous young man, and
before the others could recover from
their surprise he was hurrying down
the road.
who lives at 71?" asked Mr.. Pear
son, after short interval of silence.
The Grays," answered George
promptly. Moved in last week"
Had Lcverton stayed one minute TO
reflect on Speedman's words it is prob
able that he would have sacrificed "A
dozen turkeys rather than risk meeting
the wrathful pater OF his discarded lady
love, but so bewildcred was he that the
possibility OF such a contretemps never
entered his mind
The advent of the fateful fowl, with
LevertOn's note attached, in the Gray
household had caused almost as much
bcwiidermcnt in that household during
the afternoon as Leopold was himself
experiencing at that mOmont
Mrs. Gray unpinned the scrap of pa
per and read it
why, Laura, Laura she cried. run
ming up 70 the room where her daugh-
ter was dressing for n walk Mr.
Levcrton has sent us a turkey
Laura let fall the brush she was
using and stood gazing at her mother
in silence. Then the color mounted TO
her checks, but she did not speak
Laura read the lines and returned
and her mother, anxious to have an eX-
precision of opinion from some one else,
trotted off downstairs again 10 consult
Mr.. Gray as TO what should be done
Laura followed her closely.
Mr.. Gray took the slip of paper in his
own hands, read it carefully, reread it
and tucn turned it over, as though
seeing further enlightenment.
His eye fell upon the line which had
been written by the lad with the pO-
etic soul:
Let the dead past bury It's dead"
Il suppose he means he would like
us TO let bygones be bygones," replied
Mrs. Gray, slowly. Don't you think
so, Laura?'
Yes" said Laura, very softly.
The afternoon wore swiftly away. \
faint appctizing odor arose from the
kitchen and gradually permeatcd the
apartment.
Steps sounded in the vestibule. the
handle ratified, the door was thrown
open and a dark figure stood in the door
way.
Poor Poly in his impetuosity had
never thought of how he would explain
his errand. and now as that savory
scent floatcd from behind that dark
figure and struck him fun with sud
denly warm gust he began To stammer
about u mistake" and IA
turkey"
Mr.. Gray, attributing his confusion
to the awkward predicament in which
he found himself through having
broken 50 shabbily with Laura, and
with an accession of that
good will To all" which often comes
over men at the glad Christmastide, to
help him out of his difficulty, put forth
his hand and half dragged Levcrton
into the house.
There, there, he exclaimed, you're
a strange fellow, but If you can make
it up with Laura all weI and good"
mir. Gray said Leopold, regaining
the use of his tongue as his outdoor
garments were taken from him, lit
has all been a mistake"
YES, yes" interrupted Mr.. Gray,
but You viii find Laura in the draw
ing room. Explain ii to her while din
ner is being served"
lie pushed the unresisting fellow into
the drawing-room, and, himself re-
outside, closed the door be-
hind him.
As Levcrton entered lady rose from
the fauteuil upon which she had been
seated. 1t was Laura.
Somehow at sight of her standing
there, looking SO fair and so sweet in
her evening costume, Leopold forgot
all about the lady of the legacy, and a
sudden feeling of shame stole into his
heart and caused the warm blood to
rash up into his checks.
There was a moments awkward
pause, and then he said bravely:
Laura, have been fool Can you
forgive me?''
ut was / who was to blame" she
brohcnly.
So he dined off that erring turkey
after all. and that is how 1t came about
that when George and Dollie were mar
ried in the ensuing summer there was
also wedding from 7i.-Boston Globe
DONT'S FOR MOTHERS.