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Show Page Eight GOLD’ AND BLUE a flower garden, while in one hand she held a lavendar paras ol. The girl saw a tall young man with brown hair, frank grey eyes and a very pleasant face. “Well?” demanded the girl, “Well,” answered the boy. “Who are you?” curiosity urged the girl to ask. “I am Stanley Gerard, and I am living with Colonel Livingston, while I finish my senior year at college,” answered the young man, briefly. “Oh, ee so you are the student. Well, I am Georgia Livingston, to assist you in alighting Colonel Livingston’s grand-daughter.” “Violet, my negro mammy, and I have come from Georgia to live with my grandfather,” repli ed the girl in a proud “T understand tone. Would you like me from your coach, my fair lady?” and Stanley gave Georgia his hand, bowing in mock solemnity. | “I thank you,” said the fair lady.’ “There, I guess we know each other pretty well,” she added, and for the first time she these clothes smiled. “May I ask you what you were doing up here all dressed up so stylishly?” laughed Stanley. “You see, I was dreadfully lonesome in this big house, and I have a wee spot in my heart for attics, I thought I would explo re this one, and in one of the trunks I found of grand- mothers, folded nicely and scented with rose leaves. J just could n’t resist the temptation of ‘dressing up,’ so here Iam. But that mouse , and the modern girl in old-fashioned clothes ended her story with a slight shiver. “You would certainly make a good looking maid of ’65,” complimented Stanley, gazing admiringly at the dainty picture. “Thank you; don’t you think we had better go downstairs; | want to surprise grandfather. “Yes, and Iam very glad I met you, Miss—Georgia.” The two descended the narrow stairs and Stanley disappeared in his own room while Georgia walked in a stately manner down the broad stairway to the library where her grandfather was deeply in- terested in a newspaper. | ‘“A-hem! A-hem!” Colonel Livingston looked up and saw in the doorway a quaint little figure. “Am I dreaming ? Cynthia, is it you?” he rubbed his eyes in a dazed manner and stared at Georgia. “No, grandfather, it’s only me,” and Georgia went to him and kissed him lightly. “My own little Georgia, darling, you don’t know how much vou look like my Cynthia sit down, dear, and I will tell you all about her,” said the old man dreamily. » |