The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1895-06-27

yNlI/HLGS% N sidewalk outside
IS/H(tHS his office door.
SS53S01E1 IL Being intent on
|frIt" his morning du.
ties, he put 1t in his waistcoat pocket
without further thought, for he was n
ousy man, the editor of a great daily
oaper. The small portion of his time
which was not spent in the sanctum OF
ais Office was devoted to his snug
looms IN large apartment house, it
vas there that he gained what little
'est and pleasure his busy life afford.
sd him. John Ainsworth was in every
sense of the word man of culture
and refinement, with very little fond.
less Tor society. In fact, he had stu.
iiously avoided tie other residents of
;he house, and, perhaps, 1t was for
that reason that he scornol the ele-
Sator, preferrlng TO bound up the
marble stairs to his cosy rooms on
:he third floor. This habit greatly
amused his young brother, Elliott,
who shared his home and any other
comforts that the gods or John pro.
riGed. Elliott was happy.go-lucky
artist, whose profession had not as
ret brought him an income.
When John entered the pretty sit
iIus .oCBi .n...s, 40 l0and- HRS
brother putting the finishing touches
80 what he was pleased to call an
ideal head"
Hello! Jack. I've been waiting
ages for you. Shall we dine at the
Albemarle to-night?'
"Why, no. | am going to the
Writers Club, so you must look out
or yourself tins evening"
"Well, all right, only look at this n
moment before you dress. Don't you
hink there is something sweet in the
!Xpression|'
John walked to the easel and
glanced carelessly Mt the sketch, rath.
II bored TO be forced to spend time
IN one of Elliotts many dauos. But
or once his attention was arrested.
something in the light brown eyes ar-
oealed to him, and as he studied the
ace it seemed more and more to he.
Ieech his friendliness, at least. The
waving, chestnut hair, the delcately
moulded brow, the sweet, thin lips,
md the daintiness of contour all
lnitel in completing beautiful face
"Elliott, you rascal, you have
to.en this by Jove, it's the best you
nave done!'
Elliott could not conceal his salts.
faction ut his brothers honest praise,
tor who was SO dear to him AS sober
Did John?
THANK YOU, Jack, and to tell you
he truth, its face I've seen and
ireamed about, but painted entirely
rom memory
Where did you see her? If you
nave really portrayed some living
ylr. she must indeed be beautv!'
Elliott seemed we'll pleased that an
answer WAS not expected. He put NJ
his paints and brushes and tho editor
and his friend prepared for the even.
,ng, one going to his club and the
other sauntcriug OIL TO favorite cafe
% eat, smoke and dream about the
subject OF his sketch
The next morning when John put
ais hand in his pocket for his car fare,
leran against something unusual, and
pulling it ont recognized the little gold
IN cross. tie looked Mt it carefully
aud saw the inscription "Muriel'
rpon it. When he raised his head
ne blushel TO see the light brown eyes
of Elliott's sketch watching him de
nurely, even appealingly, it seemed
20 him-yes, it must be she, the sam,
orow, the waving hair, the dainty lip
and best OF ALL the wonderful eyes
For some reason he felt much dis
concerted and hastily replaced tn
cross in his pocket, sinking behind hi
newspaper, though fnrtively glanclu'
across the aisle only to find the haze
eyes still fastened upon him.
Now, John Ainsworth had reache'
the sober age OF thirty.tive and if an.
one had told him that pair,of haze
ewes would set his heart to beating
like steam pump or cause crimso
hue to sufiuse his manly face he woul
have secuted at the idea. But tina
was just what was going on this YER
morning, and as the sensation was 8
new and SO alarming the only idea tina
came to him was flight. SO takin
one more look at the girlish figure. h
iuade his way to the door of the Ca