The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1898-01-01

WIN mean-sPlrlted boy you arc
to keep on dangling after that grill"
Joe would interject,--
"She's angling-Tm dangling"
Said Mary, ignoring his w.t.
"She'll serve you Us she did Philir
Scudder, the youn;; american she me-
last summer in Ogdensburg, and lured
over here in the winter"
''Why, I'm sure she did not tell him
to come; the town was free to all; is il
her fault if she is magnetic?"
"Oh, my saucy sailor boy, don't de-
ceive yourself! Will Marshall, in the
postotfice another of her cast-otfs-"
''Well, he has found consolation, u
slyly interrupted Joe.
Mary ignoringly proceeded
"He knows her writing, and I don't
suppose all those letters were written
to ward Philip OFF,
"Well, well, Mollie darling, she
can't help being fascinating; you know
bow it is Yourself"
None OF your barney, Mr.. Joseph
Stewart Crerar! I an not going to be
won over to smile on this midsummer
madness! If she cared for you in the
least I'd help you to WOO her. Even
IS it is, your woe-begone face tempts
me to set my woman's wits to work in
your behalf
EYES," he replied drearily, "she
would step on me as readily as the
greater Elizabeth stepped on Ra-
leigh's cloak. Still, as you have dis
severed, Her very frowns are sweeter
Tar, than smiles OF other maidens are
70 me. What can you do for poor
sid bachelor?"
Il have dim and distant idea, IRE
} Phea! Mary; "of getting up picnic to
ooh, not distant, Mol, sweet Mol!
You know how short my time is now"
Must you go off on that wild expe-
aition?' said loving Mary.
"Would you have mo sit OF home nj
sase and bewail our fallen fortunes,
when there is wealth and perhaps
lame to be won abroad?"
Mary's only reply was a sisterly pat
md kiss. She went off with quicker
IN her white brow, to think out her
picnic campaign.
In Brockville, town Of many cliques,
It was not by any means plain sailing
TO get such an affair safely launched,
IND properly manned and womaned,
Joe betook himself to his den, to put
some finishing touches on little poem
:or his scornful fair; for though he
followed the sea and Sought out
many Inventions" while on land, it
vas poets heart that he had laid Of
The feet Of Elizabeth Dare.
Mary and Joe were both wrong
They saw Elizabeth only when on
guard. The frown she had ever ready
Tor her true love, Joe, was intended as
nuch to discourage rising throbs
within her own breast as advances on
his part. One fact that famed the
dame in poor Joo's heart was that she
really never wholly discarded him,
lie was her boy lover, the first who
aad made her "cheek to change temp
sstuously," though even for Brock
lille "he had rustic woodland air."
having been brought up on for Il. to
which his father had retired after his
allure in business.
Elizabeth did not scruple to call
aim "backwoodsy" when in lofty
mood, and she vowed that bis sailor
swing, since he had gone to sea, was
40 Improvement. Therefore he stood
little chance in q crowd. But alone,
under the greenwood tree, or rowing
her about among the fairy isles, he
resumed his sway. So he listened
hopefully to Mary's picnic project.
Always, between her various tirta-
lions, Joe Crerar had his innings.
There was take-it-for-g granted deyo-
lion permitted which she had no hest
satlon in "snufing out" as she ex-
pressively, if not elegantly put it,
when a more eligible suitor struck her
fancy. To-day, at the picnic, she &C.
tually smiled upon him.
Joe, you haven't written me any
poetry for long time"
"oh, yes, have Bess, but I've had
40 encouragement to send it.
well, never mind. Take me to
the little throne you made for me long
ago, and let US hear the latest from
your muse"
Joe only too gladly led her to the
rustic seat by the water, and throwing