Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1895-06-15
oREcoclous LITTLE BROTHER
He brought About the Yearning SISTERS
lang wished for Chance

He brought About the fearhihS 7"
Long wished for Chance
There wasn't \ nicer girl on tue
North side and there was no reason
whv he should be so much aira'u VI
ner hut he couldn't get up the courage
to saw a word. She was not unw''llhs'
everybody else knew that she wore
her best gown six evenings a weeH
when he came to call; she had conhdeo
to him that she never could care lor
Young S~mithkinsi and he had seen
with his eyes her diploma from
tbc cooking school, and still his silence
was unbroken.
One dav she was thinking sorrowfnl'
lIv of these things and wishing that he
might save her life SO that she conio
with propriety offer it to him. Her
r~everie was rudcly broken in upon oy
the door being flung open by her Juve,
nile brother. who habitually added
very hot spice to her HE 1890,
Fire! Fire" shouted this youthfui
tenor. '''rhere's a fire in the base
ment!" Then he dashed down the
stairs.
Mechanically glancing into the MIR
ror to see il her hair was smooth she
seized up a few articles and rushed
from the house crying, lire as she
went. At the front door she rushed
into his arms,
"What is it? Where is it?' he cried,
''let me protect YOU upon which she
became very limp and pallid and al
lowed him to lead her to a place OF
safety on the sidewalk.
Then he rushed into the house and
proceeded to bring out all the parior
furniture. to the wonder and admira-
ton of the neighbors. When he stag
gered out with the last piece he found
her pale, but collected, sitting on the
piano stool with her v~aluables still
clasped in her arms,
As it progressing very rapidly
she said. 80 why doesn't the depart
ment come? Is the stairway quite cut
off? Tell me, | can bear the worst.
My new bonnet and the paper | am to
read before the club tomorrow are
both inmy room, Still | vas perfectly
calm and escaped with these" And
then they both became aware that she
was clasping a photograph of himself,
n curling iron and two right hand
evening gloves,
II will go back and save your other
things if you will tell me where they
are" he said, in the tone of a man who
occupies the center of the stage when
the curtain is about to descend.
"Never, You shall not risk your
precious life by again venturing into
that blazing furnace" she cried,
And somehow it was all settled right
there, on the front pavement, sur,
rounded by the parlor fusniture and
watched by the delighted neighbors.
Half an hour later the naughty juve-
nile brother appeared on the front
steps with a colossal piece of bread and
jam,
THE fire." she cried, starting up,
IL had forgotten all about it. o,
my lovely things are all a crisp"
'But-but ! don't smell any smoke"
faltered her heroic rescuer. '\Yhy,
now that | come to think of it, IL did
not smell any at all"
Then she advanced in a threatening
manner towards her brother. Jimmy
knowitall, tell me this minute where
the fire was" she demanded sternly.
And he grinued like a ten-year-old
tiend, as he responded: ain tn fur
mace, silly. Where else should it be-
Say, George Lighted, you'd better get
all that parlor furnitusc in fore pa
gets home.'-Chicago Tribune.