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TO-BAY'S ttWOKT STORY.] A Public Proposal. I By W. PETT RIDCE j (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.) I Tiegin to wish now," said Miss Rickers, wistfully, "that we'd decided on Southend.' The three girls stood at the bow window of the Sea. View Boarding House, and looked out with depression on their countenance. They were fellow-clerks in a large office in Queen Victoria-street; Miss Minns, who was the eMeat. of the three (being, indeed, nearly nineteen; having reac in a society paper that those who have gone through the storm and stress of a London season should spend a holiday in some quiet retreat, had taken the management of affairs into her own hands, with the result that she had now to meet veiled reproaches from the other two. "I etajoyed myself one year," said Miss Baines, the third girl, "at Margate." "Southend's a place where there's always something going on." remarked Miss Rickers, breathing on the window-pane and drawing there the face of a young man with a moustache. "Margate jetty," said Miss Baines. "is as lively as lively." "Parts of Southend are quiet," said Miss Rickers, taking up her part in the duet, "but you've onix got to get down to where the niggers are playing "Look here, you two," interrupted Miss Minns, with authority, "we're here now and we shall have to put up with it. After all, a quiet holiday will do us all good, and if it only leaves off raining-" "I don't believe," said Miss Rickers, tragi- cally, "that there's a fellow in the place." The proprietress opened the door of the drawing-room. In her arms she brought a Bmall baby in a white frock and a large white flopping sun hat, his. small face sun- browned where me large hat had failed to protect. "I've brought our baby," said the matronly proprietress, in a breathless way, "for you kkdaes to look at; a.t least, he's not our baby, of course, he belongs to iliss vVelby, only that it's not her baby, but her poor sister's." a dear, ickle, ickle, baby dirl." said the three young women in unison, wagging their pretty heads at the infant in great delight. The infant frowned. "No she isn't," said the proprietress, "he's a boy." This fact only added to the interest of the three young ladies from London. Each wanted to nurse him, and there seemed a likelihood of the return of acerbity because of this. until the proprietress suggested that each should take two minutes, which was accordingly done, and Miss Minns took the tiny boy in her arms whilst the other two timed her by their watches. "You haven't met Miss Welby yet," chat- tered the proprietress, genially, "but you shall. She's a tall, handsome lady who keeps herself very retired, and she's simply devoted 'eart, bods and soul to this sister's child. I see him, the artful young rascal, a-winkin' at me." "Is the mother dead?" asked the girl who was dancing the delighted baby. "Dead," replied the proprietress, "and buried." A teuesrapih. boy came along the Parade, and the baby was held up to watch his approach. The three girls, taking advantage of the baby's ignorance of official matters, assured him that the uniformed lad was the Postmaster-General; but the baby sneered slightly as a.n intimation that he was not to be imposed upon by the extravagant state- ments of mere women. The telegraph boy came up the steps of Sea View; half a minute later the servant brought in a telegram. "Another visitor!" cried the proprietress, triumphantly, as she read it. "And a gentle- man, too, this time." "What's his name?" asked Miss Rickers, loo-kins up from the small infant. "John something," replied the proprietress, •"I a-n-g—" The door opened and a tali young woman in mourning entered the room. "Miss Welby." called the proprietress, "your eyea are younger than mine. What do you make of this nme?" "John LanghoLme," she read, steadily. But her hand trembled, and the flimsy slip fluttered to the ground. Miss Rickers gave up the plunging, suddenly excited baby to its aunt. "Must ha.ve been a great trial to you when four sister died," remarked Miss Baines. "There were trials before that," she wswered simply. "And you've lived here since?" She nodded. "I should love to undress him," burst out Miss Rickers suddenly, "and Help you to put him to bye-bye." "You shall." said Mi96 Welby. The three standing in the bow window chattered brightly about themselves and thair work in Queen Victoria-street, having by this time thoroughly recovered their good spirits. "You must let me act as guide." said the tall young woman. "To-morrow we'll get away to the west and picnic if you like." "ItH be jolly," said Miss Minns. Miss Minns, as manager, felt particularly at1 the brightened aspect of affairs "Perhaps we might ask this Mr. Langholme to come with us." "I do hope he's young," remarked Miss Bickers. "And good-looking," said Miss Baines, ad- justing the fringe on her forehead. "There was a Mr. Langholme who went out to Africa and did great things there. Do jpou think it's possible, Miss Welby, that it's the same?" "I think," she said, bending over the baby, Mfohat it is quite possible." Indeed, when the new visitor arrived that evening at Sea. View, just in time for dinner, this an&icipalian proved to be correct. John Langholme, intro-douced and seated' between two of the ahwt girls, confessed modestly Ahdvt he was the John Langholme, that he bad been to Africa; had. indeed, only arrived in Eiugiand the previous day. "Miss Welby," said the proprietress, "let me tempt you with a little more of this jelly No? You're not making a mead this evening. If I were you I should go out for a run, on the Perade; it'll freshen you up." "If Miss Welby will allow me." began the man from Africa, without looking at her. "We will all go out." replied Miss Welby, addressing the three girls. "She goes out very little," interposed the proprietress. "This little baby nephew of hers won't bear her out of his sight when he's awake." "Your sister's child?" he asked sharply. "Is the not here to take care of it?" "How can she," asked the proprietress, replying to this, "when she's been gone from bis world these two months." The young woman, her exes full of tears, rose hastily. Langholme hurried to open the ioor for her. "I beg your pardon," he s<aid, very earnestly. "I am sorry." Miss Welby did not make one of the party, and the three short girls chattered to their escort as they walked up and down the Parade. The three girls, on their return to their room, discussed him between themselves frankly. All of them were fluttered by the interest given to their holiday by the arrival of the celebrated Mr. Langholme. In the afternoons Mr. Langholme would arrange some trip or some adventuresome sail; journeys which wefe always planned to include Miss Welby, but never did include Miss Welby, because she was ever sending liP excuse at the last moment. A great thunderstorm came on the evening before the close of the London girls' holiday. Mr. Langholme had gone to the station to meet a parcel of reference books from town, and along the rair.-swep>t parade they saw him presently, to their great concern, ttrMiing in the direction cf &ea View. "Why didn't he wait at the station u'ntil it was over?" whispered Miss Minns. "HeU be wet through and through," declared Miss Baines. He's tihe kind of man," said Miss Rickers, definitely, that wants someone to look liter him. It seemed once in an interval that the small baby upstairs was wailing, but Miss Welby being with him, the proprietress would not allw any of her three boarders to leave the bay window. The drenched figure of Langholme came near, 8Dd this ajao induced them to stay. "Where is she?" he almost shouted, as the door opened and he entered the hall. You'll 'ave to change, said the pro- prietress. You 'aven't got a dry stitch on you. "Tell me ait once," he cried, "where is Margaret ?' Mr. Langholme, sir," answered the pro- prietress, with mild surprise, I don't know a party of the name. Why didn't you bake your macintosh?" Welby!" he said, excitedly. "Is ehe wpettairs? If so, go to her at once. A thun- derstorm always unnerves her." The three girls found Weliby m a fainting fit across her bed; the small baby, scireaming himself hoarse in a tearless manner. When sha had revived the girls helped her very gently downstairs. In the drawing-room Langholme paced u.p and down in an agitated manner, Margaret," he said, going forward, "let me help. I knew the thunderstorm would distress you." "John!" she whispered. The three girls stared a.t each other. I think, said Langholme, as he assisted her to the couch. "I think, Margaret, we ought to tell these good young ladies that we are not the strangers to each other that they may well have assumed us to be." I will tell them, she said, laying a. ha.nd 00. his arm. Let me do 90. M.is8 Minns, you are com. mander-Ln-chief, aren't you ?" "In a sense," replied Miss Minns, cau- tiously, yes. Let me tell you them. Miss Minns, ttoaA Looce in the very happiest time of my life I ytnM fortunate enough to be encaged to fobe most obarming girl in the world." Her hamd touched his arm, this time re- ovingly. p? 'rhe most charming girl in the world. Because I wanted to travel, and because she deolined to leave her married sister mar- ried to a worth-less scamp who had deserted, we quarrelled." I thought," she said, in a low voice, that perhaps all husbands were alike." My dear Margaret," he said, cheerfully, they are all different. And," he turned again to Miss Minns, we determined never to speak to each other again. Perhaps you know what lovers' quarrels are?" We have never really been engaged," r confessed Miss Minns, not one of us." You will know," said Langholme, and then you will have sympathy for us. During all the time that I was in Africa I never forgot the dear girl.' and when I returned to England I came to her at once. What I am going to say now I ha\. wanted to say before, but she has given me no opportunity. I want her," his voice broke slightly, to let me help her to look after the little chap upstairs." I think," she said, stroking his wrist affectionately, "that I must make one oon- dition." Only one, dear?" "I shall want bridemaids," she said, "and I have no relatives now. I think I shall want three." Miss Welby," cried Miss Minns, falling on one knee and kissing her, you don't mean, you can't mean that you are going to ask three short girls like us to be Unless you all consent," said Miss Welby, decidedly, I shall not become Mrs. Lang- holme." The three girls glanced at e<i. other delightedly. Oh," said Miss Minns, kissing her again, you'll be Mrs. LanghoLme all right."

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