The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1896-12-24

'iviCAo uuNl lhutu, anu sue Wu0leu
more. So | sent them, hundreds of
them, hoping that willful and fas.
clnating young woman would be APP
peased.
But the greatest OF my misiortunes
has not yet been set down. There was
another young man, an acquaintance
and adnirer of Dolly's, with exactly
the same name as myself--Richard
Morton. |, OF course, had taken n
huge dislike TO him, in fact | hated
him (for Dolly once remarked that he
was nice fellow, aud don't Think
ho had an extraordinary affection for
me. We were no relation; wns glad
of that. \ few days after / had been
such II cad to Dolly called upon her,
and, heaven favoring me, found her
alone.
Dolly, dearest began, 81 am so
sorry"
Don't" she said, that incident is
closed. There are so mauy nicer
things to talk about; Jane Hunt for
instance" I shivered; / was about to
be punished.
''is she nicer?' said |.
"Whut 10 you really think OF her? ?"
said Dolly with rather m anxious lool,
/ thought; but OF course was mis-
taken.
"Oh, she's very good girl, very
goodH with n desperate desire to
make Dolly jealous ii could, which |
couldn't.
"ls shc?" Dolly tossed her head.
"Weil, Mr.. Morton, 90 You want to
know what / think she looks hkc?'
Tho "Nlr. Morton" was ominous; /
shivcred again.
. 81 cant imagine said ! lightly,
thinking how very pretty Dolly was
with that pink spot in either cheek.
al think she looks Ikea cook !" she
declared triumphantly, while 1, in
wardly agreeing, protested:
"Oh, Dolly, cookl' =
YES" she went on spitefully, land
not even like good cook !"
"Dollyl Not like bad cook ?"
Yes she went on, like a very
poor cook !"
was obliged to laugh, couldn't
help it.
splendid wife she'd make" said /,
not meaning to rouse Dolly.
But suddenly she turned and said
the most terrible thing to me that
she'd ever said since ia known her.
"Then you'd better marry her ="
This from Dolly!
ooh" | began, but she was gone,
and there was nothing for me TO do
but 90 pick up my hat and 90, which
did, calling myself beast and brute
rs | went.
That night leaving the theatre we
happened to meet a moment. She was
radiant and scorniul.
dolly, | said, resolving not TO no.
tice the contretemps of the afternoon,
"who are YOU going to dance the co
tillion with ut the TerIy's tomorrow
night?"
with Mr.. Morton" she answered
swcctly.
"Whgt n dear you are-I wa, afraid
you'd promise somebody else"
And then she laughed.
"With the pleasant, Agreeable Mr..
Morton, she continued, "who never
says the wrong thing" And then |
knew she meant tho other Que! Pm
afraid ! said a bad word her mocking
laugh followed me in tho darkness,
and echoed iu my dreams that night.
| wished I'd never seen her and took
it back Immediately.
/ debated long time within myself
whether or not | should go to the Ter
rvs, Int as usual ended by going. |
could dance stag and take Dolly out,
and-loyely idea-perhaps she would
take me out Then rs / thought of
tho way had left her the night before,
this beautiful hope faded. What
would she want with q brute like me?
never saw her look better than
that night OF the Terrys dance; she
was in white, which best became her,
and she seemed to me like m angel.
And that bcGstly Morton looked
pretty we'll too. / had to admit TO
myself that he was rather we'll ap-
pearing chap.
Mrs, Floyd Hopkins, who aspires to
be something OF u bollo herself, stood
for n moment and followed the direc-
tion OF my glance.
Miss Dalrymplo is looking particu.
laTly well this evening"" said she, II
very gracious speech indeed for her.
very" / replied, having sense
enough left not to discuss Dolly with
woman.
"But what an awful Airt!" she went
on; this left me gasDinr,
"And engaged, understand, to Mr..
Morton all the time"
"Who said it?" asked hoarsely.
Dolly enSaged--and to that-cad.-
with my name.
"Oh. everybody snys so, ;" and then
she looked at me with such an unpleas.
ant smile. That's your name too,
isn't it?"
"Yes, believe it is" | said bril-.
liantly, moving away from her.
Dolly engaged! j couldn't grasp
the full significance of it; the thought
| LETT ma dnyel and bawillaral Thia