Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1904-01-09

'sVH an" Lio1se coHteinptuouS gaze.
John" persisted the good clergy
man. do You know that You ought tc
be sent TO jail:'
Don't give me to the police. sir"
whimpered the boy. and / won't never
do il 10 more
John" said the minister so,emuly
Will let you 20 on one condition
that You come TO my SunGay-school. on
the corner of NJ ard C streets.
next Sunday morning at . O'Clock nre-
ciseiy. VIII You promise me TO Gomez"
Yes. sir
And so John Piper was allowed to
retreat. little Meta running after him
as far as the basement door 10 slip the
big red apple slyly into his basket.
lust like Meta" said Eloise. scorn-
fully. and here she'll have no apple
for her lunch
Il don't want one said Meta. stout
ly. and her father patted her golden
head with an approving touch. that
was worth many apples 10 her.
But when. on the Succeet.in. Sunday
the good man looked around in his
little flock. John Piper was not there.
IL WAS as might have been expected:
he had seen the last of that youthful
guerrilla of the streets. Sunday
schools We're not 10 Master Piper's
taste. whatever might he SAID Of silver
forks and big red apples.
Il am sorry" said the Rev. Mr..
Brewsford. very sorry. had hoped
to SOW new seed in the soil of his OBJ
durate heart. but ! shall have no op-
portunity now. | am afraid"
Il am sorry, too. papa said Meta.
softly.
The sorrow Of years had whitened
the Rev. Mr.. Brewsford's luxurious
brown hair. and little Meta was Miss
Marsareita Brewsford now. while
Eloise had grown into dark. spark
ling beauty. who loved TO heighten her
Jewess-like style with scarlet flowers
ana an Oriental splenGor of costume.
1t WAS summer evening twilight.
when the two girls sat together enjoy
ing the cool freshness of the air. bur n
little silent withal. for OF late weeks Il
slight. intangible GOODNESS had risen IN
between them. and for II reason as sin
Sular as il was all sufficient. they were
both learning 10 regard, with more
than ordinary feelings. the same man.
Mr.. MontressOr was handsome
enough 10 Justify the infatuation OF
any young lady-tall. dark and hand.
some. the fact of his being the heir to
West India uncle's wealth served TO
reflect additional brilliance OH his
graceful ease of manner. Ii was only
a brief while ago that he had been in
troduced TO the arena of New York So
ciety. but during those few weeks he
had signally made his mark" Half
the young ladies that moved i'm the cir
Gle of the Misses Brewsford were in
love with Mr.. Montressor. and poor
Eioise and Meta had somehow caught
| the infection.
While they sat chatting idly in the
twilight the doorbell rang. and both
colored crimson TO hear Mr.. Montres-
sors voice. The next instant lie was
shown into the room.
With one or two pleasant words of
greeting he sat down beside Meta
Eloise half arose. as IL To leave the
apartment. her cheeks burning with
fevered glow. born of the bittercst
pangs of jealousy.
Mr.. MOntressor watched her with Il
curious light in his dark eyes.
Miss Eloise, beg you will not leave
us. he said.
ElOise resumed her seat with a toss
of her jet-blac.i tresses.
"Oh, | thought did not know but
that YOU had something particular to
say TO Meta
Il have. but ii is nothing but what
would rather you. too. should hear
Eloise looked puzzled. but relieved
nevertheless. Meta colored until her
soft cheeks looked like sweet pear bios
SONS newly opened TO Il June sunrise.
Il wished. deliberately went on Mr.
Montressor. ITO ask Miss Meta Brews-
ford if she would become my Wife
There was an instant of utter silence
in the dusky gloom of the room. and
then Eloise rose up
rs 1t necessary that l should stay
here TO he longer insulted:" she asked
in a choked voice.
'lnsulted Miss Brewsford. am
not sure that | entirely comprehend
yoa. echoed Mr.. Montrcssor
And the tropic fervor OF Eio:S"'S ma
lure broke through the bonds Of all
maidenly reticencc.
oh. John. loved YOU, | have vast
id all the softest tenderness OF my
heart upon you. but now
stop interrupted Mr. MontreSsor.
every word you speak now will he bit
terlg re2ented in the future. Be silent.
if you respect Yourself Meta" he
said. turning TO the shrinking figure at
his side. you have not yet answered
me. viii you be my wife,"
And Meta. trembling and yet infinite
~ happy. answered:
les"
The reason l wished your cousin.
as well as yourself. TO be present."
said Mr.. Montressor. lis because my
love is no new thing of yesterday. 1t
dates back more than ten years, when
first met you and your. s1gs;su
Eloise." "s'N'
Both looked up in surprise.
Il think you are miste' :.
Ia Metsl softly. en'
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