The Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1863-1886, 1864-03-17
HH' [From Godey's Lady's BooR.l
HADYN YAUGHA'S DAUGHTER,
BY DAISY HOWARD.

s.fi 700 BY DAISY HOWARD.
,ah 'My dear uncle, l am delighted to
be at home again. What splendid
easy times we will have, and cgad /!
i.what dinners Uncle, | will tell you
(under the rose) it don't pay to go
Z abroad, but NUNS the word, though,
d for it's fashionable, you know. Button
my honor rs q Trevanion, was almost
poisoned on frogs aud things. | met
the Leightons, and Esterbrooks,
, and the first families in Paris, though.
Like myself they were doing Eu-
rope for the fame of the thing.
.ab. Tom Trevanion sat in his un clos
study with his feet en- the marble man
,.rlle, and a costly meorsohaum in his
mouth, from whence issued a delicious
perfume, for Tom was connoisseur
in the weed. Hand me that dressing
gown, old boy, and G'il make a regular
night of it, and forget Paris and Louis
aVilliers.' al
zcrtOld boy, indecdi Tom, you have
grown disrespectfA since you left
home. Get your dressing gown your
y, self, sir
vi Forgive me, uncle Hail. am mad
withjoy at being. hoae again. and mis-
.itook you for Pomp.'
81 Hump. whoisIkouis Villicrs, Tom?
a;u'0h, a charming little French girl,
uncle. thought scme of making her
Mrs. Trevanion, only women folks arc
80 very troublesome, tagging round
s., after fellow all the time. But -uncic
she is divine; there is nothing in
America to mdtta her.' ..
s.aAHumph--unele Halls favorite word
there has been an addition to oui
family, Tom, ,>siAce .you left. dldnoI
mention it in my letter, because
thought it best!yon should finish YOU
travels. HadyA Vaughn, my old col
lege chum, died in India, and left hf
daughter in my care. She has beer
here year
,gsThe duce she hasl Is she hand
some, uncle? :,
The girl is entirely without friends
Il pitied her loneliless, and l-l-h
fact we are to be married in tn
spring
= Married in the spring
ao 'Tom, you must not speaks SO load
IA thought heard some one at the doc
little while ago, when you wor
talking about women being so trouble
some
IA rich, clear voice humming La
ddren,, and the click of solitary boo
heel along the hall, and Tom pricke
up his cars. What is that, uncle?
sounds like some lame opera singer
s 'Humph! I'll risk my life on tn
lameness. It's Hadyn Vaughn
daughter
The door was flung open with
bang, and a crimson Tipped, blacl
haired, saucy.looking girl entere
carrying her gaiter boot in one ham
and q tack hammer in the other.
81 'Guardy, your are heathcnish He
Two been limping up that intcrmin
BILE fight of stairs with only si
stocking between my foot and the co
oil-cloth. There's peg in my she
and my heel is bruised to jelly wi
1T. ] tried to poke it out with til
tack hammer, but it won't move
-" No more notice of Tom than if
Ind been u part of the furniture, tn
she saw him, for her black eyes rest
contomptuously upon the patent leat
,er,boots resting on the marble mn
tic.
',.'1f that is your game, my dear
am with you, was Toms thought,
he.noticed her, utter indifference.
settled his boots mere firmly, a
.puffed wicledly at his pipe.
"A few desperate 'pokes and the
stractory peg came out :,
ge'Whcre are you going through q
rain, Bell?'
STo Maillard's for somc candy; Il
is real candy weather, guardy.' .
.sa,I wouldn't 60 out in such wealth
Bell
Iwould'
She seated herself on q little stC
and coolly putting on her boot, beg
laoing it up before Toms very ey
,Phen she hooped up her dress throu
an elastic, exposing red-ribbed b
moral and dainty ankle, and tyini
crimson hood under her chin, turr
to the door.
Goodbye, guardy; goodbye, ]
Boots a..a .
Tom laughed uprOariously, WI
Mr. vTrevanion said
cWhy bless my soul, boy, / forgot
present you to Bell
80 Never mind, uncle, only don't
get it at dihner.
Tom Trevanion took unusual pa
with his toilet that night, and T
was q very handsome man. His thi
rlossy, brown hair, and long hca