Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1864-03-19
SIOUX CITY, IOWA, SATURDAY, MARCH 49, 1864

| S' A"'so' w oeheVc you VI
got . spell about you |" ejaculated tho re,
lieved nurse as the little creature . dimple.
broke out into q smile, which revealed
six infnitesime teeth.
Yes, Minnie had = spell but it was
only that of sweet good bunor and sunny
temper.
II wonder who has arrived this ses.
son. said Isabel, as she arranged her
rich, brown masses Of hair, before the
mirror in her room at the chief hotel Of
kockda'e Springs. "They tell me every
room is crowded. Laura Todd wrote me
word that COL Tremaiue was to be here,
and he alone is sufficient inducement to
bring plenty Of bellies to the place.
"Who is Colonel Tremaine? asked
Minnie, who was patiently helping Isabel
to braid the long, shining tresses.
"Why the wealthy widower who owns
that superb place at Rivermont-dont
you remember hearing of him? Ny
dear, your memory is getting defective 2"
20, now l recolect,' said Minnie,
"but should never have thought of him
again"
"Just like you y exclaimed Isabel
Minnie Thorne, I'll wager anything
you II marry a nobody yet"
Very likely" returned Minnie, laugh
ing. "Weal,hy widowers don't trouble
themselves about insignificant little mites
like me- 70" may win the golden prize,
however, Belle, if you choose to try"
81 certainly shall do my BEST said
Isabel, glsncing at the mirror with q
throb Of conscious pride. Truly, the
face reflected might give pleasure to the
most fastidious, with its golden brown
braids, and velve.y black eyes, contrasted
so royalty by peach blossom cheeks, and
lips like the scarlet pomegranate; while
Minnie's blue eyes and smiling mouth had
but the charms Of truth aud frank kness to
set of their delicate outlines.
Halo, girls, what do you think ~ ex.
claimed Mr.. Thorne. thrusting his bald
head into the room ss his daug were
just preparing to descend to the dinner
table, "Col. Tremaine 10 here, and he is
none other than the tall gentleman who
rode down down ia the stage coach with
US!
mot the gentleman with tho nurse
and baby p shrieked Isabel.
Mr.. Thorne nodded.
"Nonsense, papal some one has been
grossly deceivins your exclaimed Isa.
bel. "Col. Tremaine, who owns the
finest horses and carriage in the country,
would never dream of TRAVELLING in rusty
old stage.coach.
"Not under ordinary circumstances,
probably returned the father "but l
was just introduced to the Colonel him
self, below stairs, and in the course of
conversation he mentioned that his car.
riase broke down on the road, constaaiu-
ing him, however unwilling, to inconven.
ience the passengers in our coach with
his presence.
Isabel was naturally good hearted, and
she smotherod her own pang Of knsen
disappointment with an effort, as she
folded Minnie in her arms.
II am glad Of it. Minnie, you will
make him an excellent little. But to
think Of his choosing a. home.pun little
body like you?'
The real clue to this matrimonial mys.
terry was never discovered until one day,
not long alter the wedding, when Mrs'
Tremaine vas bending caressingly over
her little stepdaughter, murmuring the
cadnce Of sweet cradle song. Sudden.
~ hand was laid on her shoulder She
started, and smiled to meet the tender
light of her husbands fond eyes.
II don't know wha. you mean.
Charles a.. s5sa-a
Don't you remember q warm day iu
August, love, and baby tha. would cry
in crowded stage.coach, and blnc eyed
little damsel who soothed the child, and
tended it, even though her naughty sister
declared that she hated babies! I felt a
sort Of intuition that the blue-ed lassie
would make tender mother to my little
orphaned one, and then and there lost
my heart! Dearest have never regretted
tho choice! @s"aJ
Isabel, sitting in the next room, By
honeysuckle shadowed bay window, heard
every word Of the conversation, and shc
could not help thinking bow ligh. had
been lhewords and glances that had de-.
cided the destiny Of her sisters life and
her own.
Il you throw prebble into tho classy
bosom Of tho stillest lake, the circling
ripplss widen around it with constantly