The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-11-23
The TtCO Sisters.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

| 81 don mean to Obeunkind, Walter" "
said Deacon Dean, cOmpOsedly brush
ing the stray specks Of dust off the
sleeves of his trim blue coat, with a
hand that did not quiver one hairs
/ breadth; "but don't you see how very
impracticable this engagement would
be ?"
Walter Rochefort stood leaning
against the open window, with his
eyes humid and and dim, his cheeks
! blanched. The truth was, Walter
| ROchefOrt had for months been build
ing bright pinnacled castle in the
air-a castle full Of hopes and dreams
and shadowy anticipatiOns. And,
with the dryly spoken words of sensi-
ble worldly-wise philosophy, Deacon
Dean had Just smitten down his fOun-
dation, and razed its glittering tow
ers into the dust.
good humOred emphasis, ''yCu're too
young, and SOS she. And you hav'nt
3 cent ahead in the world, and SHE'S
been used to an easy life, and amt
nOways fitted to be poor mans wife.
So I guess it isn't worth while to dis
cuss the subject just at the present.
He paused an instant, and then,
perhaps melted by the anguish so
plainly written on the young mans
mute face, he added, more indulgent-
ly:
"Perhaps one % these days, when
you've made a little more headway
in the world, We'll think it over
again; but, Walter Rochefort, I don't
want my daughter fettered by an en-
gagement just now. There's plenty
% time, plenty % time"
So spoke worthy Deacon Dean, puff
ing out huge clouds of smoke from
his amber-mouthed pipe, and poor
Walter ROchefOrt went home planning
within himself how to get rich with
in the shortest possible period of time.
Went home-that is went to the
village hotel where he lived while he
finished his task of surveying that
had brought him down into the little
country nook where he had lost his
heart so summarily.
How the dreary, melancholy eve
ming passed he had no idea, but as the
clock struck ten he started from his
reverie, to hear two or three men talk
| ing on the piazza, few PAGES off.
at is paying place." said one in
differently fitting his chair backward,
''and a smart man would make mon
ey to say nothing of fair prospects Of
promotion. But then what man
worth anything would care to bury
himself alive in Central China"
81 would" spoke up quick, hoarse
voice
The man laughed.
81 don't think you know just what
sort of dismal, GOd-forsaken place
it is, Mr.. ROchefort."
az don't care if It were the Black
Hole of Calcutta" said Walter, i'm
petuously. ''If it is a place where
one can grow rich, I am your man" "
"Then suppose we talk it over to-
gether," said the other, moving his
chair a little closer to the window,
Just within which Walter ROchefort
sat.
Just a week afterward Deacon Dean
incidentally heard that Mr.. ROchefOrt
had left the village.
"Well, Pm not sorry" said the
Deacon to himself mot but that he
/ is nice young fellow, but Z think
my pretty Melissa will do cOnsidera-
/ ble better than Walter ROchefOrt."
Melissa Dean looked sentimentally
regretful when her father told her OF
the young engineers abrupt depar-
ture, but poor Sylvia, the younger
and palmer sister, burst into tears,
"Oh, Melissa, 1 wonder how you
can take it so calmly?"
"Where's the use of taking it any
other way?r demanded Melissa, try
| ing the effect Ofa new blue ribbon
against the waxy pink of her lovely
round cheek. "Walter ROchefOrt
was very pleasant, but there are
plenty more nice young men in the
world"
Poor Sylvia brushed away her tears
and felt as if she were bold and un-
maidenly, but the sore spot still rank
! lad in bar heart