The Opelousas courier., 1895-08-03

~ 'na' Tue young man with the
accent acute over every "e" in
MS name was indeed bringing her
good luck.
That makes an average of one
TO five and a half she thought,
and drew a sigh of relief. She
wasn't doing so very badly, after
all.
The twelfth person was a big,
burly old NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS., with
a rouglAmanner but kindly heart.
"Sellame something that will
tell hoEeT get money when
there's. nonSt to have,' he said
grutfiy. but 5is eyes twinkled, and
the little Ioman, taking heart,
spoke Wisely of things that are
better thap money, this particu-
lal Cook, ptc., etc.
"You have children?"
"Lots of EN- he said, and
laughed.
"Then, sir, you should have my
book by all means. What an in
centlve to noble effort it is; how
it stimulates, etc."
Miss Willard amt dead vet"
he remarked. "I'd better wait
and get her whole life at one
time
"But she may live longer than
you, and then you'll miss reading
it," the agent said.
"Good, miss!" and the order
was %straightway secured.
She wasn't tired now. She
could walk until midnight, she
thought. But before the sun was
down the little. agent was glad
enough to seek the repose of the
boarding house.
Seated upon an upper verandah,
the setting sun lighting up her
golden hair, the breeze lifting the
bangs from her broad white brow,
she complacently viewed the long
list of subscribers. By a strange
coincidence, she thought of one,
the first, and just as he came to
view in memory's mirror, there he
was actually crossing the street
and would pass just over the way
He looked up; he wanted to
speak. Should she allow him?
No! Business acquaintance
should not be recognized under
the circumstances. But then,
wasn't he her Mascot?
The,sunny head nodded. Pres
the hat was removed and
executed a most elegant bow ere
it again covered the beautiful hair.
at couldn't have been wrong
to speak to him; he's that lady's
brother, and it's a little like she
had introduced him. Besides
isn't he my Mascot?"
So that point was settled.
1t has been before limited that
this young lady was wont to arrive
at conclusions by a course Of rea-
soning which, if often startling to
others, was entirely satisfactory
to hersef. She would have made
an excellent voter.
Next morning = it was very
strange-just as she went out up
on that same verandah for a breath
of early air and a rose from the
vine that clambered up the t%rellis,
who should be see walking on the
opposite banquette but that very
young man with the French eyes
and the French namel
Recognition beamed in his face.
bow on both sides again-he
was her Mascot, you know-and
then, just SO soon as she and Miss
Willard had all arrangements
made to that effect, he would be
one Of her fellow-voters.
The canvass of this tiny town
was finished, the evening train
bore away the now happy agent to
other fields awaiting her sickle. If
the young merchant looked up to
the verandah that evening, he
caught no glimpse of blonde ring
lets wind-swept from a white
The time came to fill the orders.
Again the same little maiden was
to be seen in the same little town.
The first ordered must be the
first book delivered, of course.
The dainty young agent handed
the daintily bound volume to its
rightful owner.
"Have you had SUGGEST" he
asked.
"Great success. | think you
must have been my Mascot-that
is-you knoW-you-yours was my
very first order"
The idea of stammering and
so in the presence Of a
fellow-voter But then, they
weren't so yet, you know.
"Do you-when-how long will
you be in town this time?" he
stammering, too.
"Only until the evening train.
I will have delivered all the books
by that time"
He looked disappointed at
she was vain.enough to think
that he did, and coquette enough
not to feel sorry for his disap-