The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1897-04-03

tude Of sins. He is 50 enraptured with
me, that my red hair is golden in his
eyes, from which fact you may estimate
the extent Of his imagination.
III he only had u little more sense,
| find myself saying morning, noon ana
night, but with all the possibilities that
cluster around that it, the unwelcome
fact still obtrudcs itself. His mind is q
vacuum, and 1, Like nature, abhor q
vacuum.
Sometimes [ wonder if his pocket
book can fill the place where his brain
ought to be. AS tbs question is u mo-
mentous one, pray give me the benefit
OF your advice. Meantime, l continue
to be the sun Of his existence, tho star
of his night and a few other luminarics.
And as, also; YOU must be thoroughly
tired OF me BY this time, l will say
good-by. for the present. Everybody
joins me in lovc "a YOU. More in my
next. NELL.
p. S. Being Il woman, my letter
wouldn't be complete without q post
script. So here it is: Give my love to
Miss Margaret when you sec her. 1
suppose sho is as sweet and as pretty as
ever, for know her good fortune hash t
spoiled her"
Margaret flushed and smiled at this
aliusion to herself.
Just as bad ;as ever, she commented.
Nell will never be staid nor disni!icd. !"
THAT is what ,l;.mMa says. We are
Ill Il lively set. /. dare say they think
my nest is fca.hered, bat ~
Alice shook her head doubtfully.
Uncle is go overbearing at times, and
! was never noted for mildncss OF tenn
per. Sometimes get perfectly raving,
and then there, u grand scene. Indeed,
you wouldn't laugh il you were in my
place.
There is his bell now. He is awake,
and suppose no wants me. Evidently
he's in a bad humor. Come with me,
Margaret. He will want to see you, and
besides your presence may be as oil
upon the troubled waters.
Alice hurried oil, whilo Margaret
waited to get hc:' hat and gloves. When
she reached the head CT the stairs she
hoard the Coonol'>s high-pitchcd voice,
evidently answering some proposition
from Alice.
go back? I'll 90 back when choose,
Miss. I'll not nc dictated to. I'll
Bless my soul! il there isn't Margaret.
When did YOU get here, child? just
now? Well, well! I'm SO pestcrcd and
bothered. | can hardly sec you. Come
here and let nlH have Il good look at
YOU"
At this invitation Margaret came down
the steps. and the old gent lcmull, despite
her blushinS rcmnnstrance, tcoa her face
between his hands; and kissed her on
each cheek.
so you've been away, and come back
as pale as ever, he added. holding her
from him and locking at l.cr ralurst!y.
Il believe We could have done better Tor
YOU here. In glad To soc you, child,
mighty glad. Missed you like til. devil.
BY the way. / hear you've got that
young scamp with YOU. ! doubt if he
had one foot oil the train before some OF
these confouuded tutriing women pub
lished ii to the neighborilood. II wore
tho husband Of some OF them, I'd hang
Or shoot EN-. What are you GisginS at,
Alice? Nothing? Well. nave more sense.
Como over and take dinner with us,
Margaret. No company, you know.
Only yourself and Erion, if you choose
to bring hirl. ! want 10 see tho boy. I
suppose he's grown out Of my rccogni-
ton
The old gentleman! disap 2care,l III the
library as he ln;ldc this last remark, and
Margaret turned to Alice with a smile.
Il must be going. She said. 1--WE left
my cousin, you Know, and must not be
inhospitable. Please come over soon.
Alice. Miss Hilton sent her love and
special invitation"
Alice stood on th"porcE FOR some MIN
utes after Margaret Mns gene.
If I should turn prophecies, she
said, half aloud. would say She
did not complete her sentence, but,
splilingto herself, went into the house.
TO BE CONTINUED.