The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-02-07
'1ndeedi" said Bentley, ssvagely.
BE did not wait for the rest he

out Ctlm IbueCtlOu WIS tuDbt iul-
possible. Teeny Wilson-postofiice
-bcaux. He saw her charming, in
dignant face wherever be looked-on
the walls, the carpet, the ceiling.
Such facet A girl with that iace
could be nothing but sweet and clever
and good.
Where had he ever seen one like IL?
The actress the city had been raving
over when he left was simpering doll
beside her. That statuesque model
so admired by the fellows in his artis-
tic circle was an expressionless iceberg
in comparison.
And he had knocked her down like
any clownish BOBBY. Ape! Probably
che wouldn't look at him again, even
if he could manage to meet her.
Beeux, eh? Pooh lanky, rav-boned
bobbledehoys. Still she might like
them-probably she did undoubtedly
she was engaged to one of them.
He got up, at this bitter termina-
tion, and tramped about the room
with heaviness which startled the
landlord below.
The postoflice-didnt he need some
postage-stamps?
He bad his overcoat half on before
his sterner judgment prevailed.
Whewl it was showing furiously; he
would get lost in 1t.
He poked the Ere and lighted his
lamp, in desperation, and his dis.
quoted eyes fell suddenly on the cal
endar on the wall.
February-the twelfth. HIM His
enthralled heart bounded. BY George
he would, anyhow. They we're going
out of style, he supposed, but that was
nll right; she wouldn't mind that. He
would make handsome one, stun.
ming one. Thank goodness that ho
brought his water colors!
Good He would take all day to-
morrow. il necessary. Lemuel Parks's
meadow was under the snow, anyhow;
he couldn't go on with that.
He whisked his paper and colors ont
of his trunk, drew out the table,
rubbed back his hair, executed
round dance in the centre of the room
and went to work
The young artist from the city
walked into the postoflice, two days
later, late in the afternoon.
1t was delightful day. The snow
which had hurled itself down two
days before lay white and still on
everything; the air was pleasantly
keen and braciug.
Bentley's cheeks were becomingly
Redeemed aud his eyes alight. Withal,
there was an eager hutter. u pleasant
agitation plainly visible.
Moreover. he was resplendent in
the finest of his rsinment--silk hat,
satin.faced overcoat, heavy stick and
broad.stitched gloves.
He advanced boldly to the little
gate which led 10 that division of tho
postofiice behind the letter boxes. He
took his hat in his hand, smilingly.
The person behind II turned from
her assortment of pile Of letters, and
came promptly forward, with smile
outdoing his ownaa
nad us- td1n '1vsf 'otanYy, little, eEl-.iy
fperson. What shape she had was
lost in she folds of the greenland.
black shawl which enveloped her
shoulders;' visible below this was a
rickrack-adorned apron. She was the
pcssessor of fat chin, cheerful,
beady little eyes, and O tightly-drawn
knot of hair not much larger than O
walnut.
Delight and benevolence beamed
from her face.
. you're that painter from the city,
Amt you?" she said. "Wal, I've Jest
ben wanting to see you. Now, why
hain't you ben in beiore2 says to
Teeny / thought likely you'd be in by
noon er so. Wal, dom know as
was over SO tickled in my life as wher
that thing come, l jest got home this
morning, AMI there twas. awaiting
for me-"
j. She shone upon him. He observed
the leathery tint Of her complexion
, and the large mole on her chin.
: 81 picked up the box and looked al
it. For the post-mistress, says &c
yeeny. Now, wat on earth's that2
Then I got IL open. Wal, never saw
nothing like it before. You ever see
anything like that. Teenya' says l.
, 'everT No Teeny hadn't neither.
oval, we kew right of who sent it.
There amt but one that could do it, ;
says I. And that boy from the hoteI
brought it, too says i. It's that
artist that's staying there, says l (; aud
Teeny she said 10, too.
"Wal, I'm tickled to death with it.
It's the prettiest thing ever did see.
How you could "a done it / don't
I know. And me n perfect stranger, as
] says TO Teeny. I hung it right up
there where yon see it, and showed
il to everybody that's ben in," said
tue post.m!stress, in congratulatory
tones.
"There! amt half done talking
about it, but there's them letters got
to be sorted. I'm jest as much