Charles City intelligencer. [volume] (Charles City, Floyd County, Iowa) 1864-1866, 1865-11-09
%" Aren't you going out with me this
a "a

morning, Mildred 3"0l mid .-
Evelyn was standing before tn
glass adjusting the pink, foam-lk,
plume of her exquisite velvet hat, anC
admiring the contrast between tht
moss rose buds Of trimmings, and hel
own purple black hair. [ = "
No-Aunt Patience is very i'll, ant
] really think some one ought to stay
with her" VI.
Nonsensc-it's only one of the ole
maids whims, and Bridget can max,
her Cruel just as well as you can ~
Mildred quietly shook her head.
Now, Mildred how absurd yo,
are. Mamma will be very angry, anc
you know Mr. Raymond is going will
US !"aa' rt fwE 81 aGegg- .a
81 don't care fig for Julius Ray.
mond!" a.l.. .... ........-. -
Mildred when you know how anx.
ious mamma is that you should en-.
courage him aET37aJ yEt -E
Evelyn" said the younger sister,
looking up with quiet determination
in her grave brown eyes, 81 love
Charles Glen, and him only. If can.
not marry Charley, then l prefer to re.
main single" - stn3 aam&THa%a ss.s.E
rN "You will most assuredly die an old
maid. them" said Evelyn, angrily. ~.
Better die an old maid than marry
man whom you detest, simply be-
cause he is rich. l tell you, Evelyn,
would rather live on crust a day,
and die in the poorhouse. att>'a}
"What high-aown, sentimental nom
sense ~ -,, .... ,:... ...,.
You may call it what you please,
but | am determined on this point"
"But you will go with US this
morning, Mildred 2" ..-r5 ar r.. "a
Il cannot leave Aunt Patience" -B
Evelyn turned away with an angry
toss of the pink plumes, and Mildred
went up to the post of duty at Miss
Patience Perkins bedside. hg0ssar
gg " You're good girl my dear-a
good girl" croaked the old crone. 1It
isn't every one would give up her
pleasure. to sit beside an old woman,
on sunshiny morning like this. I'll
tell you what, dear, mean to leave
you that rose-geranium in my will"
Mildred smiled to herself at the i'm
portant tone in which Aunt Patience
spoke. l"'t 2't
al will take good care Of it, Aunt, ,
she said.
al know you wilL Mildred-I know
you will, and yon are the only living
creature Pd leave it to-" a, .,....... g.. /
She was silent for a few minutes,
then she spoke. .- ....'.'~.." 5'..a
Milly, it would be a dreadful fate
if a young girl like you were married
for her money! Tg, vaa.y..ra.5 p
Mildred opened wide her brown
eyes was Aunt Patience wandering
in her mind? 1t "..." "h .3 a~
but ii some good man loved you
for yourself alone, that would be quite
different. Milly, give me a drink Of
water, my old lips are parched and
then put my little rose-geranium where
| can see it, ." f@n
Mildred obeyed, beginning to think
that poor old Aunt Patience was very
sick indeed.
She was right, for toward evening
the old lady began to grow, worse
the doctor shook his sage head.
"She is very old, Mrs. York, and it
isn't likely she will rally. | can't
give you much hope, ma'am-I really
can't -...a....f .,,.,..-. ....r, -.........
How provoking !" CALCULATED Eve.
lyn. when her mother came to her af.
ter the doctors visit. Couldn't she
die anywhere else than at our house p
!" Hush. my dear said Mrs. York,
" but it certainly is very annoying ~
Mamma, l can go to the Riders
party, can't [? Nobody knows Aun,
Patience is sick, and have set nv
heart on wearing the maize colored
silk ~ .rssz-t hge rts.5gF se
Well, really, Evelyn, I don't see
why you couldn't go; Mildred is de,
termined to stay at home with Miss
Patience, in any event, so you may as
well go and enjoy yourself"
just at the hour of midnight, while
Miss Evelyn York, in golden silk with
roses in her hair, was floating through
a languid polka-redown, Mildred knelt
at the bedside Of a dying woman
Milly, you have been good to me
always, and i am very old. Years
ago when l was young"
The words died away into everlas
ting silence on her lips, the gray shad
ows of death crept slowly over the
wrinkled forehead, and the freed sou
went out through the midnight into
the great Gnknown Z ,egisan
/ Mildred's task was over at last
Poor Aunt Patience was buried qui,
etly in a dim little city church yard
where the dense foliage of ailanthus
trees made sort of twilight even at
tho glowing = noon. and forgotten.
Even the former will" in which she
had bequeathed to Mildred York, her
gold-headed cane, her gold beads and
geranium plant, had ceased to excite
laughter or comment, and waves OF
time had closed over all her eccentri.
cities and faults. So all pass away,
yet how difficult it is to realize oul
brief tenure Of life.
Mildred was sitting at her work a
few days subsequently, when the door
opened, and an unwanted visitor ap-
peared. 4a,rga.I
Charley I" st.. a-.m.a 4g /.
at is /, Milly-I couldn't keep
away any longer. Mildred, you have
not ceased to love me Z" r
al shall never cease to love you,
Charles I" tA'A q .fa@f
Then there is no truth in this re,
port about julius Raymond being en-.
gagged to you !"
Not word of truth"
He drew a sigh Of relief. Il
"ThaMk Heaven for that, dearest
You will be true to me always, Mil
dred -
Until DEATH" she said, softly.
But it is so hard to watt" he said
passionately pacing up anddown the
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