The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1871-08-02
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way to tho house of an acquaintance,
with whom they were to remain that
night, and 30 OH the next day to their
destinatioh---St. Louis.
After the first salutation our hero
Went to his room to romove some of
the evidences of his long ride from
New York. Ho had removed his cout,
vest aud collar; he had splashcd, and
soapcd, and washed, till his damp curls
hung close to his shape1y head, when
he made startling discovery.
Flushed and breathless, bc burst
into the next room upon his friend.
"Townsend," cried ho, "what 1pon
earth do you suppose: i've got the
wrong bag. i've changed baggage
With :ne Angel of Mercy. Look at
that sipper-scc that thimble-con-
template that glove"
"1t's evident you've the lady's
satchel. And what was there in
yours ?"
"Don 'tbring up that dreadful idea"
aaid Dick. "Cigars and hair-brush,
a pack of cards and comb, pocket
flask and Notwithstanding
disreputablc. If I am judged by that
bag, I'm lost man.
"And this I took for a clean shirt"
and Dick held up frilled and futcd
sack, such as do duty for moro cxtcn-
sive night-dresscs with ladies when
travelling. "Td like to see Angelica
when she opens my satchcl."
And Dick fell to musing, with the
slipper pcrclred on two fingers and tho
frilled white sack spread out tcnderly
upon !, his knees.
In an upper apartment of hand
some mansion in St. Louis, on the
evening of the day our heroine first
made the readers acquaintance, beau
tiful Belle Alden, the pettcd and only
daughter of the house, sat contcmpla-
ting the various articles her confidcn-
tial maid was disposing upon the table
ARTICLES taken from no less receptacle
than Dick Marcy's travelling bag.
The cards and cigar-casc lay side by
Side, and highly-scentcd party they
were.
"What's in the little silver flask,
Rosa 2" said tho fair mistress.
"Brandy, ma'am," replied the maid.
"He can't be very dissipated, to
travel with such a little bottle. That's
i'll case of sickness, I suppose" re-
turned Belle.
cts my Belief" said Rosa, who
was a shrcwd girl, "that the gentleman
was Il mighty nice one, else you'd not
SO readily excuse the cards and tho
bottle"
"For shame, Rosa. All gcntlcmcn
play cuchrc travelling, and every clergy
man takes little brandy III case of
Sickness" answered Belle. "And this
man was a gentleman, and liberal
one, too, for he gave the poor cmigrant
woman ten dollars. What's that Rosa?"
For at that moment Rosa held be-
tween her fingers a letter.
Whether it was wrong to read
strangers letter vexed Belle for mo-
mcnt, as her eyes glanced at the su-
prescription and handwriting.
"Why, of all things !" exclaimed
the delighted girl, seizing the letter.
"Why, Rosa, this is Jenny Marcy's
writing, and addressed to Richard
Marcy-hcr only darling brother
who was in Europe when We two
graduated at Madame Rittcr's in
Brooklyn"
Belle read rapidly till she had reach
cd the middle of the letter, when she
burst into merry laugh.
"Hcar this Rosa," she said and she
read from the letter:
"Abovo all things, Dick, dear don't
fail while in st. Louis to sec my best
friend aad scoolmatc, Belle Alden.
know you will fall in love with her,
for besides being the best girl in the
world, she's beauty and an hcircss,
and fathers choice above all others
for his sons wife. Ho used to think
it over home, and hope, and, hope,
Bcllo would not marry before you
came homo from Europe. She is full
as anxious to know you, and wears
your hair and mine in IL loclct father
gave her last year. Give her lots of
love and beg of her to overlook your
many impcrfcetions, for the sake of
her old school fellow, Jenny"
"Then this gentleman is, of course,
Miss .ienny's brothor," said Rosa,
"and what will she say when she hears
of your having met in this romantic
way?"
Il don't intend to tell her of it till
60 to Now York this fall," said
Belle. "Pcrhaps her brother will
| call"
But in this supposition Belle was
wrong. Tho month passed, and she
saw no moro of the goldcn-hcadcd
Richard.
And she carefully separated tho yel.
low lock in the little keepsake from
the dark trcss of Jcnny's and put it
back into its place alone, while an
other locket held tho bit of Jonuy's.
And, somehow, Bollc looked very Of
ten at tho wee golden curl, and she
never did so but the rest of the hand
some head sprang up beside the lock;