Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1895-04-17

however, it was no business Of mine
if she chose to waste her money or
things he wouldn't eat, and If he con-
triyed to choke himself 1 couldn't help
it.
Well, the week passed away with
many ups and downs; Tib was fed re-
ligiously after every meal, but it
seemed to me that he did not appreci-
ate the biscuits; indeed, I thought it
was foolish to try him with them
when he had but just demolished a
plateful of Everything" in the dining
room. 1t needed good deal,,of per-
suasion to get him to attempt them at
all. Dollie said the best way was to
keep nibbling at one oil the time her
self, it made him think it must be
something dainty. I offered to nib
BILE, too. but she would only give me q
small piece; she said the biscuits
would go too fast, and that she
couldn't afford to make lib another
present. I did not see why she need,
but suppose she did it to please her
aunt.
wish she cared as much whether 1
was pleased or not. I began to fear
that my society was by no means sui
fcient to make her happy, for towards
tbe end Of the week her spirits tagged
perceptibly. Cncemo I was haunted
by visions of my rival; indeed, I be.
came convinced of his existence. I
had been out shooting one day with
Mr.. Knighton. We had come in late,
and SO lunched alone. The keen air
had given me On appetite which was
as usu-hm--which was unappeased
when rose from tho table. In the
hall o happy thought struck me. I
would have one of Tib's biscuits. It
was the servants dinner-hour.
knew, SO that I ran no risk of being
disturbed. With @ last glance round,
therefore, at the closed doors, I raised
the lid OF the canister, but it was
nearly empty. There were only three
biscuits left, aud these was rapidly
transferring to my pocket, when q
door opened close to me, and Dorothy
appeared.
stood open-mouthed, I fear, and
certainly irresolute.; guilt, I am sure,
was written on every feature OF my
countenance. For one moment
Dorothy paused, her blue eyes opened
wider, then she began to laugh. She
laughed till her pretty face was
crimson, she laughed till the tears
rolled down her checks, and she sank
exhausted on q bench; then she gasped
out:
"Why-I-believe-you're hungry
tool Oh, let's shake hands. I'm so
glad. I shan't mind half as much
now. You poor hungry man, and
you're go big, too. Come and eat
them in here" dragging me into the
adjoining billiard room. stYou know
they're nicer crisp" and she went off
into another peal OF laughter.
"But the tins empty, who's eaten
them ?" I asked.
"Wby 1 have! Did you think I
lived on outlet o day, or uncle's
helping of ham at breakfast? Oh
dear p
And then we sat down and talked
the matter out. Why our dear old
friends kept such scanty table we
could not tell. They were generosity
itself in everything else. Perhaps
they were unused to young peoples
I appetites. Anyhow, the fact remained
| that dish of the tiniest outlets often
comprised the meat course, and we
now confessed how bad we had both
felt, when, having for the sake OF
good manners declined second and
the sole remaining outlet, we saw it
carried away uneaten after all.
"I did eat it one day." said
Dorothy. "I thought you looked
rather sad, but I put it down to some
thing else. I couldn't imagine how
YOU could live on what. you ate, but
you we're so cheerful about it, Leon
cluded it was in the family-the ap-
petite I meanp !.
After oil she had had the worst OF
it. Coming straight to them from q
long voyage, with healthy sea ap-
petite, she literally could not get
enough to ent, and she was too much
overawed by the unusual grandeur of
her surroundings to ask for more.
However, all this was altered now.
We had many q good square meal OF
the confectioner's, going to l. by
circuitous routes, so as to avoid being
questioned as to why we went there
so often. We had luxurious private
stores, too, and SO watched with
equanimity the last outlet departing
in solitary grandeur on its silver dish.
But our spirits were always at high
water mark. Some months after
ward, when my exam. was over
and had come off with flying colors,
l asked Dorothy question to which
she was pleased to answer Eyes.
81 will spend my life in making
you happy" I assured her.
"I know you will" she replied.
'sFrom experience believe you will
always leave the odd outlet for me. -
Black and White.
College vs.. Fish-Lore.