The weekly Oskaloosa herald. [volume] (Oskaloosa, Iowa) 1855-1885, 1872-06-13

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her until saw Isabel; and still
have a warm regard for her.
well, well, my boy, l hope that
everything may turn out for the hap
piness of us all. Now, I've little
plan to suggest, which, if you will
agree to, l think you will be better
acquainted with your lady's true
character; also that of Mary. After
which, if You come to me, and tell
me you still wish to marry Miss
Courtney, I shall no longer oppose
YOU ... ...
SWELL, uncle, knowing that you
will not suggest anything that man
of honor shonld hesitate about, I'll
consent answered Frank.
And Uncle Phil, closed the libra
ry door, and proceeded to disclose his
plan. Frank listened until his uncle
had concluded, and then after mer-
ry laugh, he said: ........
sAll right. I've no doubt of the
result. But really, uncle l had no
idea you were such plotter. You
cave missed your vocation, l truly
think
sAu reyoir,' said Frank that night,
after having accompanied Isabel
home from ball. She had seemed
more beautiful and charming than
ever, and Frank, when he babe her
goodnight said TO himself:
-, Tomorrow | shall be the happiest
man living, or-Pshaw Pm foolish
to think for moment of anything
else. She will stand the test
1t was near noon of the next day
that hand cart, filled with beauti
full plants, was stopped before Mr..
Courtney's. The man ascending the
steps, rang the bell and handed in a
card, on which was written, "For
Miss Courtney
AS the man stood waiting direc-
tions concerning the removal of the
plants, he heard pleasant voice
call
Isabel, dear, do come DOWN. and
the cross, irritable answer:
I'm not ready, and it is no use to
hurry me! You expect me to get
down to breakfast when / did not re-
tire until after midnight. l think
you might have sent it up to men
There was a grieved look in the
mothers eye, a slight culver Of her
lips, and she went to the foot of the
stairs and said:
1T is not to come to breakfast
that is over hours ago. Yours is
ready whenever you wish it. called
you to come and see the beautiful
flowers some one has sent you, and
direct the man where you wish them
placed
'Oh! in modifying tone and a
few moments after, Miss Courtney
came down.
If she had not been so intently ad-
miring the flowers, she might have
noticed the look of establishment de-
picted on the face of the man waiting
TO do her bidding-and well there
might be.
Could it be possible that was the
girl of whose beauty and sweetness
so many praises were sung?
A morning robe, dingy and soiled !,
caught up here and there by pins
substitutes for stitches-neither belt
ed not corded, but flowing loosely
and trailing around Ter; her front
hair still in crimpers, the back caught
in tangled mass under a net. She
presented not the slightest resem-
blance to the belle of the night be-
| fore.
Take them in and place them in
the windows of the dining room for
the present, Isabel said. Going in
herself, she dropped in chair say
ing:
mamma, tell some one to bring me
my breakfast now
you will have to wait on your
self little today, Isabel. The cook
is sick, and Kitty has gone to mar
ket.'
Before the mother concluded lisa.
bel snapped out:
'It's always SO when Pm tired
well, do not worry, dear. Here
is your breakfast. Now eat it while
it is warm, and then | want you to
assist me a little. Papa is going to
bring friend home to dinner, and
we must try and have things just as
nice as if our cook prepared them,
said Mrs. Courtney in coaxins tone.
Indeed, mamma, shall not. I'm
not going to ruin my complexion, and
make my hands rough with such
work. Besides, have an engage
ment at 2 O'Clock. Why could not
papa take his friend to a restau-
rant?'
'My dear, when man has a home
and family, he expects
Expects yes, entirely too much.
Men are always giving unnecessary
trouble. When l have home of
my own, l guess will have my hus-
band understand he cannot
Isabel was suddenly stopped here
by a crash; and looking up she ex-
claimed:
tOh, you awkward wretch! You
have broken the very prettiest rose!'
The man stopped not to pick up
the fragments, or bring in the plants
remaining in the entry; but pulled
his slouched hat further over his face,
rushed from the room and house.
ooh, Isabel, how could you speak
so! You frightened that poor man.
My child, you should try and control
yourself. You can be so pleasant at
times p the mother said.
And when Isabel answered.
Mamma, we neither of us have
time for a lecture just now,' she turn
ed, with weary, sad look, aud left
the room.
The same morning, an hour later,
Mary Fulton sat at the window OF
the pretty, cozy little sitting-room.
The needle which she had few
moments before piled so swiftly, sud-
denly ceased, and her hands dropped
on her work in her lap Her sweet
face had plaintive expression,
which deepened as she sat so idly
nay, busy with thoughts which
were far from happy ones surely,
for the pretty red lips quivered like
a grieved child's. As quickly she
dashed away tear and said:
This will never do. Mamma will
soon be in, and in an Instant her low
ing eyes will detect the trace of even
one tear. / must not grieve her.
But, oh / wonder what did to
change his feelings toward .ue2 7