The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1896-08-18

as If nothing else in the world was
worth having. Besides, | don't need
any more money; I've got rs much
now as Bernard Bramblo has-.-you
know very well, auntie."
Eyes, and Mr.. Morton De Lisle
probably knows it, too" asserted her
aunt, significantly. "That's why hos
took such n fancy to you"
But Sybil Indignantly secuted the
idea.
Elegant, fastidious Morton De Lislc
II mercennry fOrtune.hu hunter? oh,
never
there's no telling how much further
the discussion would have been car
RED had not something happened,
through the agency Of fortune. Provi-
dence or SYPHILIS lucky star, which put
stop to hostIlities and united the
belIigerent forces in n tacit armistice,
for the time being.
Dear me-" cried Miss Seretna, in
"A voice of dismay, "the white sugar is
out !"
"Get some more" suggested Syhil,
practically.
"Oh, of coursel Get some more =
With both the horses in the bottom
held plowIn' corn, and Jane in the
middle OF n two weeks wash And
| YOU know | can't walk mile and n
half to the store. with the neurology
in my back !"
Miss Scretina would nevor own to
the rheumatism, if she was past forty
Them strawberrie,'ll Spite fore
git to use 'cn, md that's the hull of
Itw
"No, they won't, auntic!" crioi
9ybiI' springing up. "Tll go to the
store and get you the sugar"
'What you walk n ME and half
in the Drilling sun, Sybil Sweetfern ?"
demanded her aunt, half incredul.
ously.
Eyes, I. auntic. 1t will be fun to
get out awhile. I'm SO tired of sitting
in the house this lovely day"
VERY well then"
Miss Seretina was easily reconciled
to her niece's proposition under the
circumstances.
"And s'pose you wouldn't mind
carrying n gallon or so of strawber.
rics! The robins are eating 'em up
fast as they can, aud / promised Mr..
Whyte I'd send him some, first chance
i got. You can change 'em fur the
sugar, you know"
Sybii took the basket of strawber
ries and set out oil her walk, blue
gingham sun bonnet setting off the
bright, golden flax of her hair, and
the seashell pink of her softly rounded
cheeks.
She tripped on her way with n light
step, which scarcely brushed away the
dew that still sparkled on the grass
and the yellow king cups by the road
side.
LoungiGg on the stoop of the village
store was n tall young man, who stared
with bold, admiring eyes at the pretty
face, only half concealed by Svb1l;s
ruliied sun bonnet.
He watched her every movement, as
the basket Of scarlet ripe berries, with
their dark. emerald green calyxes,
were transferred to MIR. Whytc, the
storekeepcr, who briskly weighed out
their value in white sugar, carefully
wrapped it in brown paper and passed
1T to Sybil in the split basket which
had held the strawberries.
Considerably fatigued already, Sybil
set out somewhat slowly on her home.
ward walk. She had gone some dis
lance, when she head the sound of
footsteps close behind her.
Good morning, miss /" said voice
at her elbow, and, turning, she con
fronted the bold stranger, who had
stared at her on the stoop OF the vii.
In e store.
SybIl drew back coldly, but her nd.
mlrer was not to be repulsed
Got any more strawberries to
sell?' ne inquired, patrouizinglv.
Haven't? That's pity now, for
want some, and / always prefer TO buy
OF good looking girl, like YOU.
Those you sold looked as plump and
tempting as your own pretty cheeks. 3"
And he put out his hand, NJ if 10
push back the sun bonnet, when, all
of sudden, he was seized violently
by the collar, md pitched head first
into the middle of the road, while
pretty Sybil, dazcd aud frightened.
was clinging desperately TO tho lapcls
of Mr. Bernard Bramble's gray cont
Did he dare TO touch you, Sybil ?"
demanded her protector, glowering
angrily at tho limp figure of the
stranger, lying PROSTATE in the road.
"N-n'I' sobbed Sybil, family.
"Hc-hc no"
She could say no moro; and. gently
soothing her, Bernard led her down n
side street 90 70 cottugc, which stood
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