The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1868-05-21
MISS DERWENT's DIAMOND
BY EMMA GARRISON JONES

| BY EMMA GARRISON JONES.
| mo, mother, let me go tits too bad
for Lizzie. it is, indeed ~
Mrs. Graham looked up from the vel
vet robe she was trimming, with an
anxious expression of her wan and f,,.
ded face.
''Tis bad, know" she replied, shud.
dering slightly AS she heard the sleel
| tinkling against the window "but
thought Miss Derwent might pay Liz.
zie-and you know, Tom, we must have
the money tonight and besides, child
how could you ever get along on the
| ice?
The boy looked down at his deformed
feet, and the tears rushed to his eyes.
"Oh mother!" he sobbed; but Lizzie's
| kisses silenced him.
There, you dear, brave little broth
err" she said, kissing him again and
again, "don't fret about me, can run
up there ever so soon; but it pleascs
me to see you 80 careful of me. | will
| take the will for the deed this time,
Tom, darling"
She put OH her shawl, and her scarlet
hood-a simple, woolen thing, that she
had knit ut odd moments; yet how her
vivid hues brought out her creamy,
clear-cut face. a sweet face it was, full
Of truth. and trust, and tenderness
Little Tom watched her with fond
pride.
"Oh, sis - he said. "you are SO beau
tlful-ten times haHdsomer than any
the fine ladies | see on the street. You
remind me OF the princess my book
! tells aLout.'
Lizzie laughed gayly.
"Poor, little Ten !" she said, pat.;ng
his cheek. "Weil, I'm glad some one
admires me. But let me have the dress,
mother-how handsome It II. Won't
Miss Derwent glitter tO-night?"
Mrs. Graham finished and folded the
robe-wine-colored velvet 1t was, radi-
ent with bugles and laces.
Don't tumble it, Lizzie,' she said,
''or Miss Derwent will be sure to find
faulI-she's so particular J; aud ask her
to send me the money-we must
have some coal, and little tea, Lizzie !;
and you might get sausage for Tom. y
"Yes, mother and FL be back as
soon as can. Goodby"
She took the bundle in her arms, and
tripped lightly down the creaking
stairs. Tom went to the window, and
looked down to see her cross the street
Poor sis ~ he sighed, "she has to
work SO hard, and she's SO good and
beautiful. 1t is true, mother, what l
read in my books about fine gentlemen
coming to help poor people like US p
Will some grand prince come and mar
ry Lizzie by-and-by ~
"I'm afraid not, Tom" she replied.
'Such things rarely ever happen in
real iife."
But while she spoke, faint smile
glimmered over her faded face the
last hopes Of her waning life were CEN
tered in Lizzie's future.
"Yes, they do, mother" Tom main
tanned stoutly; "my book dosen't tell
stories. Lizzie will find her prince by
and-by."
In the meantime Lizzie made her
way, over the icy pavements, in the di
rection of the Derwent mansion. The
wind and sleet beat her back, and al
hurried on bravely, her cheeks all
aglow, aud her fingers tingling with
cold. When she reached the granite
steps, she found the lofty mansion in a
blaze Of splendor. Mrs. Gerwent gave a
grand party that night, and her dear
dear five hundred friends were inyi-
ted.
"Give me the bundle, and let me run
up; my young lady's in fine pas.
sion because you've kept her waiting so
long. She ought to have been dressed
an hour ago. Why didn't you come
sooner" said the maid, as she let her
in.
~ came the moment the dress was
finished, say so to Miss Derwent: and
ask her to send me the pay for max
ing.n
The girl laughed.
II dare not indeed" she said. II
should lose my place if carried such a
message to Miss Derwent. She's verv
much excited now; you'll have to call
another time"
"That won't do. I must have the
money tonight"
"Then you must come up and ask for
it,"
"I will!'
And, as good as her word, she fol-
lowed, passed the grand reception rooms
up the broad stairway, to the very door
OF the young heiress' dressing room. A
young man, buttoned to the throat in q
heavy overcoat, who had been an un-
observed listener to this little converse.
ton between Lizzie and the maid, fol
lowed ALSO his keen grey eyes flash ing
| with amused interest.
Miss Derwent sat in the center Of hel
chamber, wrapped in an elegant cash,
mere GAVIN, her magnificent hair, and