The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1906-01-24
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And when she concluded he sank into
the nearest hall chair, tried to speak
apparently in explanation-and then,
leaning back, laughed long and loud.
Sure, it's an unfalin' baste he is, in
tirelyw muttered Bridget.
Then Syblett calmed himself, wiped
his eyes, and addressing his wife in a
voice still quivering with suppressed
mirth:
Emma, do you know whose picture
this is?''
Don't presume to speak to me-
don't" sobbed Mrs. Syblett.
but, my dear, allow me to explain.
Don't you remember expressing a wish
to have Mademoselle Ferlini's picture.
to see what she looked lkeT Well, in
coming home this evening, observed
some pictures in Bland Brothers win
dow, and purchased one, but in my
haste forgot to give 1t to you. This is
her photograph"
Mrs. Syblett looked up incredulously.
You are deceiving me-" she said.
IF you doubt me, go down to Bland
Brothers tomorrow, and satisfy your.
self. And now, as to Fanny-do you
know who Fanny isg"
Don't mention her to me--the horrid
creaturew
Fanny isn't horrid at all, Mrs
Syblett. She is perfect little beauty,
with bright eyes and dainty limbs
gentle as lamb, and graceful as a
fairy. / fell in love with her at first
sight"
Mrs. Syblett gave convulsive
scream, and beat her feet upon the
floor.
And so will you. dear, when you
see her. She is the prettiest little pony
in the market. and just suited to q
lady's basket phaeton. l had intended
1T for a surprise on your birthday"
added Mr.. Syblett, gently; "but that
unfortunate notebook has spoiled my
plan"
"Oh, George, you don't mean it?"
"Well, you'll know better next time"
he answered, soothlngly; "and we will
both learn not to have a secret from
each other. It's the best plan, after
all, as Crewes limited to me from the
first"
what has he to do with it?"
why, he has taken the greatest in
terest in it all along. He's a good
judge of horses, you know; and it was
he who found Fanny for me, and took
me to see her. He was quite interested
in thinking how pleased you would be,
provided-I could keep it secret from
you till the right time"
His wife flushed a little Then she
came closer to him, and said. in Il sub.
dued tone:
"George-"
"Yes, Emma"
"Ask your friend to dinner next Sun.
day"
Certainly"
"And-any other time that you like"
"Pll remember"
She still looked thoughtful; then said,
doubtfully:
But about the jewelers., and the
! champagne supper and the ice cream?"
Syblett glanced over the memoranda.
81 made a memorandum to call az
the jewelers. for my watch, which 1
had left for repairs-here it is. 1 had
also to call on the chief superintend.
ent at the gas works, whom your i'm.
agination has converted into a cham.
pagne supper. And Emma, you must
have liked my friend better than you
admitted, else you would never have
taken Joe Crewes for ice creamv"
How ridiculous! But it was all the
fault of your careless writing"
"Well, 1 didn't expect it to be critl.
clsed by lady. you know"
Mrs. Syblett blushed.
"Sure," said Bridget" he's turned the
tables intlrely, and it's ashamed Of
meself 1 am. And, PLACE, mum, isn't it
bite o. supper the masther would like
and him comm home so late?"
"a good suggestion" Syblett ad.
mitted.
And as he walked into the dining
room, with his arm around his wife's
waist, some one whisked out of the
side door, and they heard the hall door
| close.
cts only Pollic Glanvill,' Mrs. Syb-
lett explained. II had entirely for
gotten her"
"Ah, indeed! A mischief making
chatterbox! That explains your con-
templated journey!' said her hus-
band looking enlightened.-New York
| Weekly.