The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-04-22
HAYDEN YAUGAN'S DAUGHTER
by DAISY HOWARD.
From tho lady's Book of April.

From the Lady's Book of April
my dear uncle l am delighted to be az
home agSin. Whist splendid easy times we
will have, and egad! what dinners! Uncle,
will tell you (under the rosc) il don't pay to
go Abroad but NUNS the word, though, for
It's fashionable you know. But on my honor
as a Trevanion. was almost poisoned on frogs
and things. met the Leightons, and Ester
brooks, and all the first families in Paris,
though. Like myself, they were, doing Eu-
rope TOR the fame of the thing
Tom Trevanisn sat in his uncle's study, with
his feet on the marble mantle, and a costly
Eeerschaum i'm his mouth from whence issued
delicious perfume, for Tom was a ccunois-
Eenr on the weed. Hand me that dressing
gown, old boy, and Ill make a regular night
oft. and forget Paris and Louise Villiers."
"Old by. Indeed! Tom. you have grown
disrsspectful since you left home. Get yeur
dressing gown yourself, sir"
Forgive me, Uncle Hal, am mad with
joy at being at home again, and mistook You
for POmp."
"Humph. who is Louise Villiers, Tom?"
''Oh, charming little French girl, uncle. l
thought some Of making her Mrs. Trevanion,
only women folks are SO very troublesome,
tagging round after fellow all the time But.
uncle, she Is divine; there is nothing in Amer
ica to match her
"Hugh!" Uncle Halls .favorite word.
"There has been an addition to our family.
Tom, since you left. I did not mention it In
my letters, because l thought it best you
should finish your travels. Hadyn Vaughn,
my old college chupl, died In India and left
his daughter to my care She has been here a
year"
"The deuce che has! Is she handsome, un-
cles
THE girl is entirely without friends.
pitied her loneliness, and I-I--In fact we are
to be married in the spring."
Married in the spring?' ...t
Tom, you must not speak SO loud
thought heard some one at the door a little
while ago, when you were talking about wO-
men being so troublesome"
A rich, clear voice hum,ning g La CT d1rem, {"
and the click of a solitary boot-heel along the
ball and Tom pricked up his ears. "What is
that uncle2 1t sounds like some lame opera
singer"
"Humph! I'll risk roy life ou The lameness.
It's Hadyn Vaughn's daughter"
The door was flung open with bang, and
crimson-lipped, black.haired, saucy looking
girl entered carrying her gaiter-boot in one
hand and tack-hammer in the other.
"Guardy, you are heathenish Here I've
been limping up that interminable fight Of
stairs with only silk stocking between nv
foot and the cold oil.cloth. There's peg in
my SHOE and my heel is bruised to Jelly with
it. tried TO poke it out with this tack-ham-
mer, but /. won't move"
No more notice of Tom than if he had been
q part of the furniture, though she saw him,
for her black eyes rested contemptucusly upon
the patent leather boots resting on the marble
mantle. r
"If that's your game, my dear, am with
you," was Tom thought as he noticed her
utter Indifference. He settled his boots more
firmly, and puffed wickedly at his pipe.
A few desperate "pokes and the refractory
peg came out.
Where are you going through this rain,
Bell7"
To Naillard's, for some candy; this is real
candy weather, guardy."
II would I"
She seated herself on little stool, and
eooliy putting on her boot began lacing It up
peiore Toms very eyes. Then she lOOped up
neI o5ess through an elastic. exposing red
rlooed balmoral and q dainty ankle and tying
door. A'
mGo0d-by, guardy; good-by, Mr.. Boots"
LON laughed uproariously, while Mr.. Tre-
Why bless sss my SOUL boy, forgot to pre-
Never mind, uncle, only don't forget 1t at
Tom Trevanion took unusual na,ns with b,s
toilet that night and Tom was 4 verv hand.
some man. His thick, glossy, brown hair.