The democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1868-1874, 1871-05-15

"eit CALCULATED the worthy, 81 be-
gan to believe you'd concluded to 20 and
bury the dead baby, and make the protect
ing beauty Mrs. Angelica Marcy. Isn't
she stunner?n
Townsend" returned his friend, "don,t
use slang in speaking Of the noble crea.
ture." He looked after the train lust dis.
appearing in the distance. "I wish to
heaven, he continued, "Pd remained
aboard. How stupid was to leave it |
might have learned her name and 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.
II you behave yourself well enough to get
there, by her wings; she'll have the biz.
gest Of them all, seeing they've COM
menced to sprout on earth.n
And thus rallying his thoroughly-capti-
waited friend, the two made their way to
the house of an acquaintance, with whom
they were to remain that night, and 90 on
next day to their destination-St. Louis.
After the first salutation, our Lero went
to his room to remove some of the eyi-
dences ofhis long ride from New York. He
had removed his coat, vest and collar; he
had splashed and soaped and washed, till
his damp curls clung close to his shapely
head, when he made startling discovery.
Flushed and breathless, he burst into
the next room upon his friend.
Townsend" cried he, 'what upon earth
do you suppose? I've got the wrong bag
I've changed baggage with the angel Of
mercy: Look at the slipper. See that
thimble. Contemplate that glovem
ats evident you've got the lady's satch-
el. And what was there in yoursT
"Don't bring up that dreadIulidca," said
Dick. "Cigars and a halr-brush, a pack Of
cards, pocket flask and ooth-brush-ev-
erything disreputable. If 1 am Judged by
that bag, I'm lost man."
Sand this | took for clean shirt" and
Dick held up frilled and futed sack, such
as do duty for more extensive night dress
es with ladies when travelling. "I'd like
to see Angelica when she opens my satch-
el.n
And Dick fell to musing, with the slip
per perched on two fingers, and the frilled
white lace spread out tenderly on his
knees.
In the upper apartment Of handsome
mansion in St. Louis, on the evening of
the day our heroine first made the readers
acquaintance, beautiful Belle Alden, the
petted and only daughter of the house, sat
contemplating the various articles her con-
tidential maid was disposing upon the ia
ble-articles taken from no less recepta-
Gle than Dick Marcy's travelling bag.
The cards and cigar case lay side by side,
and highly scented party they were.
"What's in the little silver flask, Rosa,"
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, l suppose returned Belle.
ats my belief" said Rosa, who was
shrewd girl, ''that the gentleman was
mighty nice one, else you'd not so readily
excuse the cards and the bottle"
"For shame, Rosa. All gentlemen play
euchre, travelling, and even clergymcn take
a little brandy in case Of Sickness" ans
wered Belle. "And this man was gen.
tleman, and liberal one, too, for he gave
the poor emigrant woman ten dollars.
What's that, Rosa 1n
For at that moment Rosa held between
her fingers letter.
Whether it was wrong to read stran-
gers letter vexed Belle for moment, as
her eye glanced at the superscription and
handwriting.
"Why, of all things' exclaimed the de-
lighted girl, seizlng the letter. "Why,
Rosa, this is Jenny Marcy's writing, and
addressed to Richard Marcy-her only
darling brother-who was in Europe when
we two graduated at Madam Ritter's, il
Brooklyn"
Belle read rapidly till she reached the
middle of the letter, when she burst into
a merry laugh.
"Hear this, Rosa" she said, and she
read from the letter:
"Aboye all things, Dick, dear, don't fail
while in St. Louis to see my best friend
and schoolmate, Belle Alden. know you
will fall in 1--we with her, Tor, besides being
the best girl in the world, she's beauty
and an heiress, and fathers choice above
all Others for his sons wife. He used to
talk it over at home, and hoped 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 her to overlook
your many imperfections for the sake Of
her old schoolfellow, Jenny"
"Thcn this gentleman is, Of course, Miss
Jenny's brother" said Rosa, "and what
will she say when she hears Of your having
net in a romantic way 2"
II don't intend to tell her it till | go
10 New York this Fall, said Belle. "Per-
laps her brother will call"
But in this supposition Belle was wrong.
The month passed, and she saw no more
of the golden-headcd Richard.
And she carefully separated the yellow
lock in the little keepsake from the dark
tress Of Jenny's, and put it back into it's
place alone, while another locket helda
niece of Jenny's. And somehow, Belle