The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1910-06-15

Will the SuduSu lamp DuTuluS Oh the
centre-table and the muslin curtain
blowing backward and forward in
the lilac-scented breeze; and the tab
leau of two young lovers sitting to-
gether on the sofa was prettier still.
Leslie Brown was beautiful girl
of seventeen, dark-browed and rose
Tipped, with a skin like the velvety
cream of magnolia leaf, dark-gray
eyes and long, luxuriant hair coiled
in mass of heavy braids around her
head. Montagu Lacy was seven-and-
twenty, with Saxon features, curls of
a deep, golden hue and silky brown
mustache twisting roguishly up at
the ends.
But I say, Leslie, you will answer
me tomorrow" pleaded the young
man.
81 don't know, Mr.. Lacy-it's so
sudden"
80 is everything sudden in this
world"
II don't know what mamma would
say" hesitated pretty Leslie.
Shall l take measures to ascer-
)ain?" solicitously asked Mr.. Monta-
gu Lacy.
Certainly not" Leslie answered
firmly. II have not decided as yet
myself"
eyes, but Leslie, it's confounded-
iy hard on fellow"
Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't
You must go now, in any event"
"Must II" Mr.. Lacy arose with a
comical grimace. Tomorrow, then?"
II won't promise"
Then you are cruel, hard
bearted girl, and that's all l have to
bay on the subject. However, shall
Cry my luck, whatever may befall."
And, bending lightly, he touched
his lips to the rosy dimples of her
finger-1oints as he went away
Miss Henderson witnessed the
whole scene-heard all the words
spoken in the murmurous silence of
the summer twilight from her want
age-point behind the hedge of pink
blossomed American laurel. She bit
her lip, and, If the "baleful eye"
could blast like the forked flash of
summer lightning, Leslie Brown
would have been at that instant smit-
ten to the ground.
You are so sure of him, my
young lady, are you?" said Miss Hen
derson to herself. Gust wait and
see. There may be two words to that
bargain"
One instant Malvina Henderson
stood thinking. To let Pretty Leslie
Brown run away with the prize for
which she had schemed and plotted
so long was entirely opposite to all
her long-conceived policy-and yet
Il have it," said Malvina, to her
self. Eyes, have it. Nothing short
of death or madness will part them,
and jealousy is species of mad
ness"
Hurrying through the shrubbery,
already wet with dew, as swift and
noiseless as gliding wreath of white
mist, Miss Henderson met Montagu
Lacy at the front door, just as he had
found his hat and lighted the cigar
which was to accompany him on his
long evening walk.
"Mr. Lacy-oh, please don't throw
away your cigar" she said, coaxingly,
and Malvina Henderson could assume
a charmingly pleading air when she
chose, "but I've walked SO fast up
from the lodge, for fear you should
be gone-and I've such a favor to
ask you"
"a favor, Miss Henderson,"
There, now," said Malvina, with
q sweet little laugh, Il knew you
would be surprised, but remember!"
holding up taper finger, cts a pro-
found secret"
"Oh, certainly"
"Well, it's leap-year, you know,
and We girls are going to send Joe
Thorneycroft love letter-just for
a joke, you know-and we don't
know what on earth to write, and
and-won't you just give us the
rough draft of one for US to copy?"
at"
Eyes, you. You know you've read
such lots of delightful English novels,
and you can give us just the right
Idea"
Beg your pardon" said Mr.. Lacy,
Laughing, "but l think you young
ladies need no suggestions"
Mr.. Lacy, you won't refuse?"
Refuse? No, not if really can
be of any use; but"
ALLOW us to be the judge of that"
cried Malvina, with gay imperious-
ness, as she drew him into the library
and reached for standish and rose
colored paper. Now you must write
genuine love-letter."
"How shall / begin it?" said Mr..
Lacy. good-bumoredly yielding the