Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1871-01-17

the poor fellow received when a second
smile and rmly-worded thanks for his
liberal contribution were dealt him from
the beautiful mouth.
Dick was in the midst of an elaborate
reply when the cars stopped He lin
gered yet another moment, seized his
satchel and shawl, with his eyes still on
the face Of his charmer, and then, even
as the cars were again in motion, he be-
thought himself of the doctor, and hur-
riedly left the car and Joined his friend
on the platform.
well" calculated that worthy,
began to believe you'd concluded to 60
and bury the dead baby, and make love
70 the protecting beauty, Mrs. Angelica
Marcy. Isn't she stunner2"
Townsend" returned his friend,
don't use slang in speaking of the no
BILE creature" He looked after the train
just disappearing in the distance. Il
wish to heaven" he continued, I'D re-
mained aboard. How stupid | was to
leave it. | might have learned her name
land residence And now
"Now, in all probability, broke in the
doctor you'll never meet her in this
vale of tears But you'll know her in
heaven, if you behave yourself well
enough to get there, by her wings she'll
have the biggest Of any of them, seeing
they I've commenced to sprout on earth. :"
And thus rallying his thoroughly cap
tivated friend, the two made their way to
the house Of an acquaintance with whom
they were to remain that night, and go
on the next day to their destination-St.
Louis.
After the first salutation our hero went
to his room to remove some of the evil
dences of his long ride from New York.
| He had removed his coat, vest and col
lar; he had splashed, and soaped, and
washed, till his damp curls hung close to
his shapely head, when he made start
ling discovery.
Flushed and breathless, he burst into
| the next room upon his friend.
| Townsend, cried. he, what upon
earth do you suppose2 I've got the
wrong bag. I've changed baggage with
the Angel of Mercy. Look at that slip
per--see that thimble contemplate that
glove"
It's evident you We got the lady's
satchels And what was there in yours g''
Don't bring up that dreadful idea,
said Dick. Cigars and hair-brush,
pack of cards and comb, pocket-hask
and tooth-brush--everything disrepu-
table. If j am judged by that bag, I'm
lost man"
And this | took for clean shirt
and Dick held up frilled and huted
sack, such as do duty for more extensive
night-dresses with ladies when travelling.
I'd like to see Angelica when she opens
my satchel.p
And Dick fell to musing, with the slip
per perched on two fingers and the frilled
white sack spread out tenderly upon his
knees.
ne
| In an upper apartment of handsome
mansion in st. Louis, on. the evening of
! the day our heroine first made the read
er's acquaintance, beautiful Belle Alden,
the petted and only daughter of the
house, sat contemplating the various ar
ticles her confidential maid was dispos-
| ing upon the table-articles taken from
no less receptacle than Dick Marcy S
traveling-bag.
The cards and cigar-case lay side by
side, and highly-scented party they
we're fu
What's in the little silver flask,
Rosa2" said the fair mistress.
Brandy, ma am, replied the maid.
He can't be very dissipated, TO
travel with such little bottle. That's
in case of sickness, suppose" returned
Belle.
{" It's my belief" said Rosa, who was
shrewd girl, that the gentleman was a
mighty nice one, else you'd not so read
lily excuse the cards and the bottle.
For shame Rosa. All gentlemen
play euchre travelling, and even clergy
men take little brandy in case of sick
ness" answered Belle. And this man
was a gentleman, and liberal one, too,
for he gave the poor emigrant woman $40.
What's that, Rosa2'
For at that moment Rosa held between
her fingers letter.
Whether it was wrong to read stran
ger letter vexed Belle for moment, as
her eyes glanced at the superscription
and handwriting
Why, of all thingsl" exclaimed the
ldelighted girl, seizing the letter. "Why,
Rosa, this is Jenny Marcy writing, and
addressed to Richard Marcy-her only
darling brother = who was in Europe
when we two graduated at Madame Rit-
ter S, in Brooklyn,
| Belle read rapidly till she had reached
the middle of the letter, when she burst
into merry laugh.
Hear this, Rosa, she said, and she
read from the letter:
s' Above all things, Dick, dear, don't
! fail while in st. Louis to see my best
| friend and sehOolmate, Belle Alden. l
know you will fall in love with her, for
besides being the best girl in the world,
she's a beauty and an heiress, and
| fathers choice above all others for his
SON . wife. He used to talk II over at
home, and hope belle would not marry
before you came home from Europe. She
is full as anxious to know you, and wears
your hair and mine in locket father
gave her last year Give her lots of love,
| and beg of her to overlook your many
imperfections for the sake Of her old
sohoOl-fellow, Jenny"
Then this gentleman is, of course,
Miss Jenny's brother said Rosa, and
What will she say when she hears Of your
having met in this romantic way
81 don't intend to tell her Of it till |
20 to New York this fall, )" said Belle.
Perhaps her brother win call "
But in this supposition Belle was
wrong. The month passed, and she saw
no more Of the golden-headed Richard.
And she carefully separated the yellow
lock In the little keepsake from the dark
tress of Jenny's and put It bsck into its
place alone, while another locket held
the bit Of Jennys. And, somehow, Belle
looked very, very often at the wee golden
euFi, and she never did so but the rest of
the handsome head sprang up beside the
lock. aRd she would sit and contemplate
the picture her fancy wrought for her,
little dreaming the interest she was allow