By George Elmer Cobb. -(Copyright
by W. G. Chapman.)
"I declare", Marie, I don't know how
much longer I can stand this!" ex
claimed Miss Belinda Dawes, spin
ster, and aunt of the lovely girl she
had arraigned be'fore her.
Marie Powers, with her sweet, face
and gentle, coaxing ways, .did hot at
all resemble a culprit. She came smil
ingly up to her aunt, who stood
Took Up a Bottle From a Table.
wringing her hands over a garden
box, the dirt of which looked as if
a colony of rats had been sporting
across it. Marie put her arms quite
around her complaining relative.
"Dear aunt," she said soothingly,
"don't scold this time. I faithfully
promise that Jiino shall be kept clos
ed in her box until your special seeds
are all fully sprouted.
"Juno! For mercy's sake, Marie,
have you given that outlandish name
to a rubbish, common, everyday
"Why, no he that is, Mr. Blake
called two of his pet dove mates
Juno, the other Venus."
"H'm so that's the secret of your
fondness for that audacious nuisance
that has eaten up my choicest
sprouts imported, tool I wouldn't
moon much over that young man if
I were you, Marie. They tell me he
never worked a day in his life, and
all his father left him was a lawsuit."
Marie blushed to the roots of her
hair, hastened to her room, and coax
ed to her finger a dove pecking at
some cage crumbs on the sill. It had
a hamper to one foot, so it could not
fly nor wander far away. Marie plac
et! it in the grated box resting on the
porch roof, first fondling it caress
ingly. She sat down and covered her face
with her hands at a remembrance of
her aunt's allusions, and a thought of
how much, indeed, she cherished the
dove. Her aunt knew only a part of
the story. Marie secretly wondered
what she would say if she knew all
She had met young Aldis Blake at
a village party two months previous.
There never , seemed a pair so mated
as they to one another. After a week
of picnic pleasures and woodland
roamings that now came up before
Marie's imagination like some beau
tiful dream, Aldis returned, to his
home, fifty miles distant.
Young Blake made a practical fad
of pigeons. He boasted the ownership
of "Silver "Wing," a carrier that had
won the prize for the longest sus
tained flight on record. The week he v
spent at Wilf'ord had been occupied in
training some of these pets. The
evening of his departurelie had saun
tered down to the Dawes home, a
small portable cage in his hand.
"I wonder if you would accept a
gift from me, Miss Powers?" he said,
as they sat in .the garden in the
moonlight, and Marie thrilled at the
tenderness in his tones.
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