Year: 1867

of May Street, and remembering that his


sister lived on that street only FIVE doors


from the corner, and also having a faint


idea that this was the place he started for,


he arose and followed too.


And he walked up May Street behind


them, noting the light, graceful form of the


angel, her easy carriage, the neat little foot


-ah wasn't it beauty? Dick couldn' t


help thinking so, thinking too that the soft


pit pat of those little boots on the pavement


was the sweetest music he ever heard-a


sort of bootee solo, [ suppose, far superior


to g. Swain Buckley on the bones but


just then she looked back at him, and Dick


got gush of loneliness right in his face and


eyes just before she disappeared up the


steps of the tall brick house next door to his


sisters.


He stood still just for moment to recover


himself from the food of beauty that had


almost swamped him, and then remember
ing that it was tea time, and that his sister
always waited for him Saturday. evenings,
he hurried on and found her standing In the
door; and little Jennie his niece, came out


to the gate to meet him. So he took her in
his arms and gave her kiss, saluted his
sister Mary and her ''dear John" as she
always called him, who, according to her
account, was one of the best husbands that
ever lived, patted the dog Bose just fer
minute, and received welcome from that
animal after the fashion of dogs, and then,
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thought he saw face at the upper window,
though he wasn't positive, and it was all the
same for tea was ready, and Dick was just
little bit hungry. So he went into the house
and sat down to the table between John and
Mary, and commenced talking and eating
just as if he hadn't lost his heart fifteen
minutes before, and couldn' tell for the life
of him who had it, except that it was beau
tiful young lady with melting blue eyes and
golden hair, with checks like peaches, AMI
lips Of roses bright with dew, who wore a
blue bonnet and had the neatest little foot
in the world


But after tea was over and Mary had
washed up the dishes and put little Jennie
to bed, though she had to kiss Uncle Dick
twice before she would go, Mary came into
the parlor and sat down beside Dick on the
sofa, and began to give him a dolorous ac-
count of a young lady whose cruel parents
were about to force her to marry a man
she did not love. An old fellow aged enough
to be her father, ugly as sin, who would
make her miserable all her life if he didn't
die, and the probability was that the cross
grained old fellow wouldn't if he thought it |
would please anybody. He was rich, and so
the girls parents thought it would be an ex-
celent match.


And who is the distressed maiden ?''
asked Dick, feeling very much Ike appear
Ing as champion for the young lady, and
running the old curmudgeon through with a
butter knife and marrying the maid in spite
Of the old folks.


'Why. it's Katie Weaver-she lives next
door in that brick house


"Oh, hol You don't'' exclaimed Dick,
starting to his feet.


Don't what?'' asked his sister in some
alarm. grasping his arm.


Don't say so.


Eyes, | said so; but why %


Them -seen-herl" replied Dick,
in very solemn tone, resuming his seat
Yes, these eyes have seen her, and-and'


''Well that ism very strange"


No! oh, no, it nothing to see the most
beautiful woman that ever trod the earth
nothing to behold the light of her radiant
perhaps; and those eyes, so
blue, so tender, and so-oh, yes, that foot,
that bonnet-oh, no, It's nothing-per-
haps"


'Are you crazy, Diek?''


''No." after g pause, '.I'm only in love
but that is quite as bad, perhaps. And
she is to be married p


yes" replied Mary, looking very sad,
while poor Dick felt very much ike crying
and John said if he was young man he
would see what could be done; 2nd Dick
asked what that would be, and John said he
lidn't know, and Mary said she couldn't
.hink, and Dick said it was a great shame,
md Mary and John said so too. And Mary
said he ought to be tied up and whipped
and John thought State prison too good for
MIN, while Dick said he should be hung up
rs high as Haman; and though they talked
Ill ten o'clock, they didn't conclude what
hey would or could do about it but went to
1ed in very sorry frame of mind


The next day was Sunday, long, dreary,
Amy day. Dick went to church in the fore
noon, but in the afternoon he staid at home
md read part of the time. and thought
lbout Katie Weaver, and how he might love
Ter, and how happy they could be-that is,
providing she could love him, and there was
10 old curmudgeon of rival in the way
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