Weekly Calaveras chronicle., 1866-12-08
NOT coNDEscRns1oN.
BY MARY CHIEF.

shower of crystal drops parted right ant
left, and the glorious sun marched fortf
turning the rain drops into diamonds
and the lake-wave into molten silver
1t was sight to see and the mistres.
of Lake Cottage with her guests ane
the young minister of the parish cam,
out upon the porch to watch the part
ing clouds and catch the sudden splen
dor. t Hf 70 as 14u- als
"Miss Gregory p
"Of all things - e.5-.e bs. r+
"Out in all this rain y sa-
"Wet as fish ~ 10 1shHa
Sand that elegant cashmere scarf all
soaked !" .<.
Whatever made her p sfi15 srs
"Did anybody ever hear of such i'm
prudence She II catch her death cold p
Surprise, horror, and disappointment
all spoke in the feminine outcry, as &
young lady walked up the graveled patti
her muslin dress quite wet, and an ele
CANT cashmere scarf, now wrinkled and
water soaked, twined around her shoul
ders. .~s.~ t.s.l.
"Mott, how could you ?" 5.
Mrs. Endivor, the mistress of the
cottage and Mott Gregory's cousin, was
down the graveled path, unwinding the
cashmere scarf, and speaking in low, re-
proachful tones. a.a,
"Sue, bow could I help it? I ran
away from society. To avoid the rain
must run into it again. 1 preferred the
rain." z5e -.raIf y .89G5 .ess
You knew the woman when you heard
that answer, and saw Mrs. Endivol
standing mutely before her. w
They walked toward the house, and
the occupants of the porch flocked
around Miss Gregory, with flood Of
questions and CALCULATIONS.
"Oh, it is nothing; nothing I assure
you" she answered, with little annoy
ance in her tone, in spite Of its polite.
ness. Tor
"When we were in Switzerland she
was out in showers repeatedly" said
Celia Endivor, in the background, COM
ing from behind the houeysuckle cover
where she had been chatting with the
young clergyman.
Mott Gregory's face was frowning now
but she answered simply:
"The showers were beautiful.
liked to climb the mountain paths and
hear the rain-drops pattering aronnd
me. My father thought it made NE
hardy" ilae .+-- la o'
"This beautiful scarfis dripping with
water" said one of the young ladies,
lifting up the delicately embroidered
cashmere. a4f
''It is of no consequence" Mott
Gregory replied. 81 hate the scarf. I
have put it away score of times, VOW,
ing never to wear 1t again, but its ex-
quisite colors tempt me . -. 'os'
81 remember when it was boueh
We were at Milan. 1t cost a fabulous
price, and is worth better care" said
Celia Endivor.
Mott Gregory turned upon thespeaker.
"It is worth the value l assign it, NO
more, no less. Money has nothing to do
with real value
She met the clergyman's eye then
and bowed coldly, all her face flushing
crimson. .r .s.. ID
"Come, come," said Mrs. Endivor,
81 shall have an invalid to nurse unless
you change your GARMENTS
In the hall she paused suddenly, and
laid her hand on her cousins arm.
"Mott," she said, ~ want you to
come into the parlor tonight, and be-
come better acquainted with my friends.
Will you?'
"Oh, Sue! There is nothing 1 SO
much dread as people. .''TEe & uT
The weariness in that cry was terrible
to hear in one so young. 1t told of
knowledge and disgust. Zul1 (
"Well, Mott" said Mrs. Endivor,
"it shall be as you choose. 1 will save
you all the annoyance | can, and keep
Celia away. | know she stings"
Motifs eyes filed with tears, and she
stopped down and kissed Mrs Endivor' s
forehead. Not a word was said, but
there was a brighter spot in each wo-
man heart for the love of the other.
Half an hour after, Mrs. Endivor
smiled to see Mott coming in.
The young clergyman glanced up
from his chat with Celia Endivor, and
drew his chair where he could see Mott
unobserved One seldom sees face
like Mott Gregory's. 1t was proud
face generally. That night it reminded
the clergyman of the Swiss mountain.
scenes she had described, with the rain
falling softly on the strange wild beauty
of mountain heights and quiet valleys.
If he could read that face Alright it was
not far from tears.
She was at the piano before long, and
grand old marches and wild bravuras
rolled out from beneath the touches oi
her skillful fingers. One knew instinct
lively she had caught something Of the
spirit of the old masters in her sojourn
in foreign lands.oIEHO
The young clergyman listened to Mot
Gregory's mnsicaas he always did, with
a painful consciousness ofithe vast sdif
ference between them. That girls feet
had tred where be had only been liz
dreams, her eyes had seen what he new
er could hope to see, life of luxury
awaited her, self-sacrifce awaited him
She was Martha, the only and well-be
loved child of the princely Eli Gregory
and he was Hamilton Wade, the only