The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-02-09
Frank, when he bade her goodnight
said to himself:


man living, or-Pshaw Pm foolish
10 think for moment of anything
else. She will stand the test
1t was near noon of the next day
that hand cart, filled with beautiful
plants, was stopped before Mr.. Court
ney's The man ascending the steps,
rang the bell and handed in a card, on
which was written, For Miss Court
ney."
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 / think you
might have sent it up to me |"
There was a grieved. look in the
mothers eye, a slight quiver of her
lips, as she went to the foot of the
stairs and said
1T is not to come 20 breakfast
That is over with hours ago. Yours
is waiting whenever you wish it. |
called you To come see the beautiful
flowers some one has sent YOU, and
direct the man where you wish them
placed"
OH in n modified tone; and
few moments after, Miss Courtney
came down.
If she had not been so intently al.
miring the flowers. she might have
noticed the look OF astonishment 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 aud sweetness
SO many praises were sung?
\ morning robe, dingy and soiled,
caught up here and there by pins
substitutes for stitches-neither belt.
ed nor corded. but flowing loosely
and trailing around her; her front
hair still in crimpers, the back caught
in tangled mass under net. She
presented not the slightest rescm-
blance To the belle OF the night be
fore.
Take them in, and place them IN
the windows OF the dining room Tor
the present. Isabel said. Going in
herself, she dropped in a chair, say
lug:
Mamma, tell some one to bring
me my breakfast now"
~, -, ,.,;ti baxn - ,ra:. n,, ,,o,..al 4
Il little to-day, Isabel. The cook is
sick, aud Kitty has gone to market" 3"
Before the mother concluded Isabel
snapped out:
Its always so when | am tired"
I'VE do not worry, dear. Here
is your breakfast. Now eat it while
it Is warm, and then ! want you TO
assist ME little. Pspa is going to
bring \ friend home 10 dinner, and
we must try to have things just as
nice AZ it our cook prepared them,
saId Mrs. Courtney, in a coaxing
tone.
Indeed, mamma. I shall not. I'm
not going TO ruin my complexion, and
make my hands rough with such work.
Besides, / have an engagement At 2
o'clock. Why could not papa take
his friend TO restaurant 7"
my dear. when man has home
and family, he expects"
Expect Yes, entirely too much.
Men are always giving unnecessary
trouble. When / have home OF my
own, / guess l will have my husband
understand he cannot"
Isabel was suddenly stopped here
by crash; and looking up, she ex-
claimed:
"Oh, yon awkward wretch You
have broken the very prettiest rose p
The man stopped not to pick up
the fragments, or bring in the plants
remaining in the entry; but pulling
his slouched hat further over his face,
rushed from the room and house.
''Oh, 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 7" the mother said.
And when Isabel answered.
Mamma, we neither of us have
time for lecture just now," she turn
ed, with a weary, sad look, and 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 few moments before
she had piled so swiftly, suddenly
ceased, and her hands dropped on the
work in her lap. Her sweet face had
plaintive expression, which deepen
ed as she sat SO idly-nay, busy with
thoughts which were far from happy
ones surely, for the pretty red lips
quiyered like grieved child's. AS
quickly she dashed away a tear and
said:
"Tbis will never do. Mamma will
soon be in, and in an instant her low
ing eye will detect the trace of even
one tear. | must not grieve her. But
oh! | wonder what l did to change
his feelings toward me? was so sure
he loved me, that / let my poor hear
slip from my own keeping. True, ht
| never told me OF his love save by look!
and acts. These last three months
have seemed as years, only twice dur
ing which have seen him, and ther
with a beautiful girl-the girl, mos
likely, who has really won his heart
Well, well, | must conquer this affec
tion, and this is not the surest way
| must be busy all the time, giving
regrets no chance to linger with me.
| Again her fingers were busy will
her needle. How pretty she looked
/ ~ bo. no.t ob;n+o ~, . :. 1raOc Will