The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1898-09-30
JUST FOR PRACTICE.

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where the mischief is their trap? Well
! can walk, and somebody can probably
devise a way of getting my boxe!
over.'
Yes, the Sinclairs were kind. He wa.
tired Of getting up the character
sketches for the Evening Trowel. Hi
work was especially engrossing, fol
when not putting his material into
shape, he was collecting it, and he was
sick of impaling humanity with his
pen. 1t was like fastening beetles OF
board, and now he was going to bt
free and happy for few days, and for.
get the editors blue pencil. There were
to be lot of people at the Sinclairs'
but Dalton felt perfectly capable Of
holding his own. Some hearts might
ache, but surely, he thought, he wasn't
to blame II his eyes made little havoc
now and then with susceptible femip-
Unity.
When he had walked mile he real.
lied that he had sprained his ankle
some months Def0re.
Then he saw little girl. She sal
on log, singing softly, and was evi.
IDENTIFY rustic.
Good afternoon" said Dalton, rails
ing his hat.
An alarmed smile beamed from the
depths of sunbonnet.
I'm in sad plight, my good girl,
he said my ankle has given out.
shall have to stop here until some one
comes along and takes pity on me-"
Still no sound from the cavernous
headgear.
Perhaps you will allow me to share
this log with you"
She hitched along to the extreme
end.
my nav" she said and stopped.
"You mean, I presume, that your
mother does not permit you to talk
to strangers. You are quite right to
do as she says. But l am in distress.
That makes it different Don't you
think, SOP"
Eyes, sir" she answered shyly.
II am going to Mr.. Sinclair's. They
are having house party, as we call it
in England"
There! He had committed himself
with fib, but she would never know.
II thought they said 'ouse in Eng
land"
"oh, not the upper classes, you
know"
(which is your class?"
Here was poser.
why, you see, one cawn't boast of
ones own class. but am glad to say
that was born gentleman. You live
near here, dare say?"
Eyes, SIR" demurely.
"And you know how to milk cows
and make nice little pats of butter?"
"Oh, yes, SIR
But your hands-how do you keep
them so small and white?"
NAV makes me do them up in gly-
GERM"
Your mother is right. You should
be glad that you have so good a moth
er and that you live this life
I'm glad about NAV, but l amt a
bit glad about the life. l want to see
the world. I want to see fashionable
folks and want to be fashionable my
self, and / want to see actresses act,
and l want to be where there's a mil
lion people having good time"
my dear little girl" said Dalton,
I'm sorry to hear you say this. You
would find If you went out into the
world that 1t held only sin and
trouble"
Have you been out in 1t, sir?"
ooh, yes; I have slipped its pleasures
and tasted it's bitterness. have seen
1t under many flags Che had been to
Montreal on an excursion), and l tell
you that the simple joys are best"
Are you a great man in the world,
sir?"
mo, not great, but I have had my
share Of praise and success"
Folks must admire you, sir. You
are so fine and handsome and such a
scholar. 1 like scholars"
Dalton tossed his head.
"Appreciative little thing" he
thought Even she has noticed the
air Of distinction which people say
possess"
Eyes. People have said many pleas
ant things of me" he went on, aloud.
Sometimes even silly things. What,
for instance, do you think a foolish
woman said of my eyes?'
I'm sure I don't know, sir, but it
must have been something nice"
"She said they made her think of
wet violets. But 1t is really very alb
surd for me to repeat such thing.
You must never mention it,"
ooh, never" she answered, slipping
off the log and vanishing just as the
Sinclairs' turnout appeared in sight.
Its owner was prodigal with ex-
cuses. The time table had changed
and, added Mr.. Sinclair, 1--WE are so
upset with the theatricals for tonight
that We don't know whether we are
afoot or horseback"
Dalton was duly presented to the
guests, but one voice echoed through
The conventional chatter.
Dear little thing" he thought; ut
Is guilelessness that has the true
charm, after all"
But who was that woman in white
gown who was holding a little court
among the palms? He felt himself
growing pale.
Mrs. Sinclair followed his glance.
and, devining his question, mentioned
The name of well-known actress.
"She is taking her vacation" she
said. "Her mother lives near here"
Maw,'" thought Dalton, bitterly.
She's going to act with the girls to-
night. Have you seen her act?"
Once" answered Dalton.
He went home the next morning
Flora l.. Stanfield.
The Lady From Albany.
A party of Buffalo people, who went
o Niagara Falls the other day, made
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