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42 BEAUTIFUL BUT POOR. CHAPTER IX. “LIZZIE, 1’VE SEEN HER!’’ And young Legare heaved a great sigh when he confronted his sister with this declaration on his lips. ‘“Who—Frank—who?’’ asked Miss Legare, look- ing up froma book of fashion plates which were engrossing her attention as he entered her special sitting-room, or boudoir, as she termed it. For she had been educated at Vassar, and could not descend to ordinary terms. “Who? Just as if you did not romenher my er- rand down town. I have been to W——’s bindery.”’ “Oh! that bindery girl!’’ ‘“Yes—the bindery girl!’’ “Well! Why don’t you report? What do you want to keep me in suspense for?’’ cried the spoiled pet of fortune. “She is very beautiful. The brattioat girl, in face and form, that I have ever seen in all my life.’ And Frank gulped down a sigh. ‘‘A bindery girl, smelling of sour paste and leather —hbheautiful! Oh, Frank, I thought you had some taste, some knowledge of refinement.”’ ‘‘T hope I have, sister mine. If you had hands as small and white, and fingers that tapered down to the rosy nails as do hers, you would throw off your half-dozen diamond rings and let your hand speak for itself. And such a form—not made up, but fresh from nature’s choicest mold.”’ “You, Frank! You traitor!’’ “What do you mean, Lizzie?” comic me ae 2a ue r : : en » + Se - Fhe. a as