The Opelousas courier., 1897-10-23
MY BROWN MERINO,
BY ROSE TERRY,

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~ fit to be seen, after
Van is turned?" I asked
* wv "a holding up to the ligh
fU31 my old brown meriuo
1l2T George Terry locke
1YoA. at it rather obviously
~ while I anxiously wait
~ ed her decision.
"H'm-l don't know, Rose. I wis]
you would take my black alpaca. TIL
merino will be good enough for me O
home"
"Indeed I'll do no such thing !"
exclaimed. Indignantly. "Haye al
the pleasure of going away, and take
your dresses in the bargain, leaving
you to stay home and wear my ole
clothes! I can't be quite that selfish,
Georgia."
George laughed melodiously. She
always had such @ pleasant, ripping
laugh-it sounoed warm and sunny,
just like her own sweet temper.
"Now that's what J. call sstrainine OF
q gnat,'" said George, with her ripe.
red lips trying TO pout, but quiyerine
with smiles instead. "But here cumes
mamma. She shall settle the point. -
Poor, dear mamma turned her head,
first to one impetuous daughter then
to the other, signing gently all the
while. But to my great glee, the de-
cision was in my favor.
SSf witch Won on,71l have o~.L1-.
dress, dear Rose" said mamma, in her
klndest tones: ''but I don't see how
we can manage it,"
All this dispute may seem very triy.
ial to the u~nconcerned, but to us, the
interested parties, it was of greater
Importance. was going on a journey
going to leave my home, and travel
alone for the first time in my life. We
that is, mamma, Georgia and l.
lived on grandfather's farm, in New
Hampshire.
Mamma had a friend named Mrs.
Wharton, who had been living in Bos.
ton for many years, and she had writ.
ten to mamma, begging that one of us
might pay her long visit. Great was
the debating as to which should &C.
cept the invitation.
George insisted that it was nv pre-
rogative, as I was Mrs. Wharton's
namesake. [ rather think our new
minister had something to do in MAX.
ing George SO persistently refuse to
go; for good and kind as Georgia was.
she had never been quite so active
until young Mr.. Partridge heamed
upon us, with his bright, black ewes,
However, it won't do to tell her Sc.
crets without special permission.
Mamma had given me a new grav
gown for Sundays and visitings; I had
a white one for evenings, in case
l should go to any parties. These,
with my two morning. wrappers, were
considered q very good outfit.
George had generously insisted on
my taking her new black alpaca, her
one best dress, and leave my brown
,nerino-.my last winters garment
for her to wear on Sundays. But
George was the soul of generosity.
and would beggar herself to do any.
one a kindness.
After much twisting and turning.
and discussions as to trimmings. nv
wardrobe was considered finished and
and I embarked on nv
The ride was one of long
delight, for my passionate love OF
travelling bad hitherto been yery lit.
lie gratiied.
As ! stood in the railroad station.
It my journeys end, looking helpless.
y about me, a tall gentleman, with a
handsome brown moustache. an.
'roached and, bowling with easy and
grace, said in an inquiring
one:
"Miss Rose, I presume?"
| bowed in response, inwardly won. :
!ering it polite society required gen.
to address ladies, at frst ac.
.uaintance, by their Christian names.
my aunt, Mrs. Wharton, has been !
nexpectedly called away from home /,
Or a few hours, and has given me the ]
onor and pleasure of escorting you
0 her house, " lie remarked. t
My second reply was another bow. l
gain ! was wondering who this
erhew a The gentleman looked s
: me c%uriously. Evidently he was
eginning to think me dumb: SO I I
,und voice to say: :
How is Mrs. Wharton?" t
very well, indeed, I thank Won. '
nd looking eagerly for your arrival" n
Alter we were seated in the car.
age, which was far handsomer than v
y country experience had thought y
ossible. the gentleman proceeded in i
is efforts for my entertainment. k
do you wonder how I knew you. n
liss Rose?" he asked.
VERY much," / replied-not, how. |.
7er, without qualms Of conscience. b
! had really not given it q thought. b
y recognized you by your Dress" a
J triumphantly responded.
! looked down at my bright rnerino. 81
q subject ct home Of SO much dis. +,
lting. and felt on inward terror. I,
las the man q medium. q ~clairyoy. v
TT Had he in spirit hoard my con. d
rsation with Georgis2 d