The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1903-01-22
TOMS FILTRATION
The Love Story of a Tease.

up this mtimacy?" "Really, you ask
100 much. aunty. What else can ] do
IN this stupid place? | am devoted to
yachting, you know. and besides, Mr..
Trevor is the only man here who has
motor car"
But, my child. you are engaged
TO be married! What would Tom say
if he should hear of it? And what
would YOU do if he followed your cx.
ampla?"
oh. | wish he would! His dcvo-
ton woaricS me sometimes. He used
to be quite tease. but since our en-
KNgcment Tie seems to have forcsworn
everything exciting"
FlOssic tossed her pretty head until
her blonde curls fell over her eyes
from which cleaned a spirit of mis-
chief
The first speaker was Miss Tread
way. the girls aunt. Il wealthy woman
or forty years. who had adopted her
after the death of her parents. lIlOS-
sizes iiancc, young doctor OF good
family and some means, was COM
pi"ting medical course in Germany
ANA they were TO be married as soon
Mr. TrCvor's summer homo. Il fine
stone mansion overlooking the harbOr
was the scene OF many festivities. He
had already given two dinners in
FlosSic'S honor. at which functions
Miss TrCadway had served as an un
willing rhapcron. for she realized that
III" brilliant company invited to meet
them regarded her niece as the future
Mrs. Trevor. Now We find her rcprov-
ing her young relative, with indil-
fcrent success.
"Flossic," said Miss Treadway. Il
think YOU ought to consider Mr.
Trevor's feelings 1t is not fair to
him; he does not know about Tom.
Perhaps you had better tell him?''
And spoil all my fun? Why, aunti",
what fuss you are making about Il
1rifle! cannot NOPE here without
mems society, Tom is in Germany. the
sea divides us, and he is welcome to en-.
joy himself in like manner However
there is no prospect Of his doing any
thing so sensible. Why, l verify believe
he spends all his leisure time writing
to me. get SO many letters that | do
not read half Of them. And that re-
minds me, one came yesterday when |
was getting ready to go out in the
yacht. haven't read it yet; really, l
had forgotten it,
When she was alone Fossie curlod
her dainty self in a large easy chair
and laughed softly as she recalled her
aNnts words.
Lose TOm, she repeated. mo
danger Of that; couldn't get rid Of him
even if wanted to- Then she fell to
muSirg and a tender look came into
her deep blue eyes. Dear Tom." she
lu,,l murcd. Il do love him. | wouldn't
rivc him up for twenty Mr. Trevors!"
she went to her desk. found the letter.
and having a fine sense of personal
comfort sank back into the soft depths
of the chair, and with box of choco-
lates in one hand, the letter in the 9TH
or, began to MUNICH sweets and read.
At first her expression was slightly
bored. then astonished. and finally she
threw the sweets and letter on the floor
flung herself face down on a couch
and commenced weeping. The portion
of Toms letter which had produced
such dire results ran as follows:
II had such strange and exciting
adventure that [ feel it my duty to
tell you all about it. You know that
my hotel Is in one Of the best streets
here, and that from my windows
can sec much of the beauty and fash.
ion Of Berlin. However, I never
dreamt Of such vision of loveliness
as the piece Of femininity whose ac-
quaintance l made yesterday"
AT tbjc FlOccio'c hlno oyoc opo,ol
wide, she sat up, loosed her hold on
the chocolates. and read on:
"Thc object Of my admiration sat
in her carriage alone and unattended
just below my window. Suddenly
heard the rush of a runaway horse
from the opposite direction, and see
ing her alarm. | fastened down the
steps and assisted her to the pave
ment. She smiled swcctly and was
about to speak when her attendant
returned and she re-cntorcd the car
rage and was rapidly driven away:
not forgetting to throw me kiss
4 just as she was lost to view
lhe world seemed blank with
out her. (here Flossio's expression
became indignantly; "L found on nouir,
mat she was staying at my hotel an(
50 had grounds for hope Of a spccd,
meeting. That night, for the first time
N years, my dreams were not of vo,
alone, the beautiful blonde appeared te
NO more than once. always with tbat
charming smile!"
Fancy" exclaimed Flossie.
"TOday the plot has thickenod
and. however painful it may he fo
"ou to hear IT, I feel it only honora
Die that you should know all mar
ticulars, and then judge for yoursel
if I am to blame. This morning
was seated near the front window
reading. Keeping one eye on th
street-you can easily imagine why
when there came gentle tap at m,
door,
Thinking it was the waiter.
shouted, Come in!' The door opened
and, to my utter amazement, thor
stood the beautiful blonde, all smile
and bushes. After / had recovere