The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1864-05-18
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From Godey's Ltu(ys Book.
IAEbYE VAGGssS'S DAEEHHTEEh
NJ DAISY HOWARD.

"My dear unsle, / am delighted to be at
home again. What splendid easy times We
wiz have, and cgad what dinners Uncle
| will tell you under the rosel it don t pay
10 20 abroad but mum $ the word, though,
for it's fashionable, you know. But on my
honor IS a Treysnlou, Twas almost poi eoned
ON frogs and things. ] met the Leightons,
and kasterbrooss, and all the first families in
Paris, though. Like myself, they We're do
ing Europe for the fame of the thing.
Tom Trevanion sat in his uncle study,
with his feet on the marble mantle, and a
costly merschaum in his mouth from whence
issued delicious perfume, for Tom was
connoisseur in the weed. Hand me that
dressing gown, old boy, and / IL make a reg
ular night of it, and forget Paris and Louis
Niuiers.
"Old boy, indeed! Tom, you have grown
diTespectful since you left home. Get your
dressing gown yourself, sir. y
Forgive mo, Uncle Hal, am mad with
JOY at being home again, and mlstook you
for Pomp.
Hump! who il Louise Villicrs, Tom?''
ooh, charming little French girl, uncle.
I thought some Of making her Mrs. Treyan-
ion, only women-toks are 80 very trouble
some, tagging round after fellow all the
time But uncle, she is divine; there is moth
ing in America to match her.
THumph" Uncle Hal s favorite word.
"There has been an addition to our family,
Tom, since you left | did not mention it III
sny letter, because | thought it best you
should finish your travels. Hadyn Vaughn,
my old college chum, died in India, and left
his daughter in my care, She has been
hore year.
1.-THE deuce she has Is she handsome,
uncle?"
"The girl is entirely without friends. l
pitietl her loneliness, and lin fact we
are to be married in the spring.
Married in the spring.
"Tom, you must not speak 20 loud. |
thought heard some one at the door a lit
Tie while ago, when you were talking about
women being 80 troublesome" -a's
A rich, clear voice humming La ci daren',
and the click of solitary boot heel along
the hail, and Tom pricked up his ears.
"What is that, uncle? 1t sounds like some
lame opera singer.
"Hamph Ill risk my life on the lame
ness. It's IIadyn Vaughn's daughter.
The door was flung open with a bang, and
q crimson-lipped, black- haired, ,sancy-looking
girl entered, carrying her gater-boot In one
hand and a tack hammer in the other.
''Guardy, you are heathenlsh! Here We
been limping up that interminablc flight OF
stairs with only silk stocking between my
feet and the cold oil-cloth. There is a peg III
my shoe, and my heel is bruised to q jelly
with it. | tried to poke it out with this tack
hammer, but it won t move.
No more notice Of Tom than if he had
boen part Of the furniture, though she saw
him, for her black eyes rested contemptu-
ously upon the patent leather boots resting
on the marble mantle.
"If that is your game, my dear, am with
you, was Tom thought as he noticed her
utterindifference. He settled his boots mere
firmly, and puffed wickedly at his pipe. E,
A few desperate pokes and the refractory
peg came out ."
HWhere are you going through this rain,
Dell?' -
a"To Maillaird's for come candy; this il
real candy weather, guardy.
Iwouldn,t go out in such weather. Bell.
.. / would, y
She seated herself on little stool, and
ooolly patting on her foot, began lacing 1t uE
before Tom svery eyes. Then she looped
up her dress through an elastic, exposing q
red ribbed bamoral and dainty ankle, and
tying crimson hood under her chin, turned
to the door. tg
Goodbye, guardy; goodbye, Mr.
Boots. ssss-+.
Tom laughed uproariously, while Mr.
Treyanion said:
p"Why, bless my soul, boy, / forgot tt
present you to Bell sfa.
p" Never mind, uncle, only don't forget il
~ dinner" @ i' f0
Tom Trevanion took unusual pains with
his toilet that night, and Tom was a very
handsome man. His thick, glossy, brown
hair, and long heavy beard, were subjected
to merciless brushing; and magnificent
black neck-tie embroidered with white silk
was arranged as killingly as possible. Bell,
in crimson merino, and her shining, Indian
black hair, soiled in loose knot at the back
Of her head, was superb and Indifferent.
Around the fair throat was o tiny collar Of
the softest and finest lace, fastened by q
small diamond star. gs-
sssTom, this is Hadyn Vaughn g daughter.
Isabel, my nephew, Tom Trevanion r
Isabella inclined her stately head, while
tie kandsome Tom bowed low before her.