Fitzgerald enterprise. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1895-1912, 1908-08-29

sewing for the summer folks. Does
that fire your young illagination?"
"And she supports herself and her
mother?" inquired Garrett, with cutting
directness.
"Why, suppose So" answered Julia
languidly.
Whereupon, with a careless well,
goodby; I'm off for a days fishing"
Overton sauntered away with little
comprehension Of the feminine conster-
nation he was leaving behind him.
Julia was the first to recover.
Don't you care, Catherine" she
said defantly. well nip that little
romance in the bud"
Several days later, upon catching
sight of Marjorie at the window, Over
ton swung open the little cottage gate
and called out cheerily, Lost any more
thimbles, Miss Phillips?"
Marjorie, her color mounting high,
pretended not to hear and continued
sewing with nervous haste.
"You have another message from
Miss Robbins?" she asked politely.
mot on your life!' was the unexpect-
ed reply. 81 came on my own account
this time, Miss Phillips. want to ask
you some questions"
"Im very busy, Mr.. Overton."
Carrot noted the knowledge Of his
name. He remembered that he had
not mentioned it at their first inter-
view. So she had been making in
quiries about him! She was more in
terested than she appeared
do all girls think these frippery
things "a necessary matrimonial as
set?" he asked, indicating with a nod
the piles of snowy thin stuff on the
chairs about her.
"Your cousin and Miss Morton are
not exceptions, think"
AS she mentioned the girls name
Marjorie watched Overton's face close
ly, but there was no betrayal OF any
personal interest.
"Do you make a speciality of trous-
seaux?" was his next question.
cit looks as though should have to-"
Marjorie answered. ''As soon as
have finished your cousins there will
be one to make for Miss Morton. I'M
derstand."
"Really" was Overton's surprised
exclamation. Who's the man, may
ask? You have evidently been taken
into confidence"
give evidently been taken in," was
Marjories scarcely audible reply as.
with flushed cheeks, she gathered up
her sewing and left the window. ,
"Well, by Jupiter!' exclaimed Over
ton as the truth of the situation dawn
ed upon him. 80 that's the game"
Every morning thereafter, rain or
shine, Overton babe Marjorie Good
morrow" at her window, for he had
discovered that through her garden lay
a short cut to the village postofice.
Marjorie, on her part, failed to hang
out a "No Trespassing" sign, though
common sense told her that she ought
to do so.
But one sunny morning Overton, i'm
patient, threw discretion and conven-
tons to the wind.
Little Miss Marjorie" he said
pleadingly, "do you suppose 1 could
persuade you to make a trousseau for
for my wife to be?"
The color flashed rebelliously into
Martorie's cheeks, and tears gathered
in her eyes. One daring little drop
slipped over her lashes and fell upon
Carrots hand.
"Why, what is this, dearest? You're
not crying? Don't you love me? Don't
you want to be my wife? / thought
For answer the tired girl dropped
her head on his hands, which still held
hers, and sobbed softly.
But OvertOn understood.
"Marjorie," he said lovingly, "look up
at me, little one"
Very shyly Marjorie lifted her pretty.
tumbled head, then drew away from
the window with frightened haste.
"They are watching u.s." she whis-
pered from behind the curtains, "your
cousin and her friend"
"T'm glad of it." Garrett replied, with
a laugh. do you think If should
come back tonight, sweetheart, that
we could find any-thimbles-in the
garden?"
at will be pretty dark" she an
swered softly, "but-Ill help you"
Origin of the Cravat.
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