Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1872-02-29
Which Was the Heiress9

Which Was the Heiress?
A fair, slender girl, with the golden
hair blown away from the blue veiDed
forehead, and a soft, violet light shin
ing in her eyes, as she stood there,
living picture, framed in by creeping
vines and swinging sprays of clematis
that was the last glimpse that Henry
Dalmayne caught of Lillias Raymond
on the Summer evening that he went
away to seek his fortune.
He had found it already, in certain
sense-in so far as man may find
treasure -trove in the rich abundance
of woman's love; for Lilllas loved
him, and Lillias' heart was a gold
mine in itself
She turned and went back into the
house, with the glistening dew of tears
upon her cheek and mournfuI culver
on her lip.
GLOW silly am r' she murmured
to herself. ''It will be but a year or
two at the furthest, and he has much
more to endure and battle with
than II
And Lillias repined at the fate as
signed her in the great play bill of the
world. It was hard to realize the
truth of the blind poets words, that
''they also serve who only stand and
wait"
If she could have worked to earn
money to help him if she might also
have been privileged to bear a weap-
on in the strife Alas! it is so hard
to sit still and count the seconds which
must elapse ere the crisis Of our fate
dawns upon the leaden horizon of
lite.
So Henry Dalmayne went to Lon
don, and Lillias stayed behind to bear
the separation as best she might.
Engaged, Ell ?" growled old MIR.
whose skin had turned yellow with
the reflection of much gold, and his
heart was harder than the marble OF
which his mansion was built. ''Neph-
ew, you're a fool! Engaged-at two.
and-twenty"
''But, Uncle Ralph, she is The sweet
est girl you ever saw!''
Sweetest girl Sweetest fiddle
sticks !' roartd out the irate old gen
tlenan. There, there, don't tall
sentiment to me; I've no patience
with it,
Henry was silent. The glitter o
the frescoed ceiling-the fash of sill
yer and cut glass-the exquisite arc
ma of the rare, red wine, and thu
velvet flush of hot house peaches, be
came distasteful to him, all at once
Uncle Peckham had promised to max,
| i, fINr fn hi ht,F L
not at all sure that he wanted his for
) tune much on these terms. On,
glance, one smile from Lillias-wer
they not worth all these hollow pa
geantries
Here" said Uncle Ralph, tossing
card across the table. I've 90
: you an invitation to Lady Bruce
party tonight. You'll meet som
g people there that are worth the know
ing"
Henry Dalmayn hesitated; it wa
t the evening he had set aside in eacl
week for writing to ''Lillias. She woul'
, miss her letter; but, after all, it woulc
only be one days delay. He coul,
write as well upon the next night.
So Henry Dalmayne went to Lad
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the wealthy stock broker.
wv Well," quoth Uncle Peckham
when the festivities were over, am
y they were once more sitting beside til
t fire that shone and sparkled like deep
e hued rubys beneath the carved ara
besques of the marble mantel in til
rich mans dining room, chow do yo
like Sarah Esterbrook ?"
Very well, sir.''
8 Every well % sarcastically mimicB
I ed Mr.. Peckham. ''Do you knor
{ that her father is worth a quarter {
a million ?''
''Is he, sir?'
: lis he, sir? Henry" roared til
J old gentleman, Il believe you're
: fool. Why, there are a score of th
,, wealthiest young men in town VIII
would give half they possess ay,
the whole of it, if need be-for til
smiles and glances Miss Esterbroo
y vouchsafed to you this very night.
IS ''She was very polite, sir but"
e "PoIite! And pray what woul
/ you have, Mr.. Dalmayne? Do yo
IT want a woman to tell you, out an
r out, in so many words, that she. like
J. you, before you can take a hint ?"
IL Henry colored like a girl 1t w'
e impossible to be quite insensible t
e; the charms of this flattery,. the MOI
q especially as Uncle Peckham was nc
2; one who ordinarily "buttered h
q phrases" as the expression goes.
II "Yes, my boy" went on the stool
q holder, tapping the table emphaticall
II with his finger ends; "she does lii
9 you. And l ain not the only perso
e. who has noticed it."
Ii But, uncle, she is so plain !"
''What of that All women can
be Venuses, and the prettjest of e
le have grinning skull and cross bont
is under their pink and white skins ar
it fair exteriors. Beauty is only SIX