The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1873-09-12

swim rebellion against that. Keep the pa
PERI That would ncyerd do, She glanced
al the msuspecting child. How ab-urlly
il had all happened, a CLEAN of mischief
flashed over her face. and catching up her
pen. She wrote upon the Head
and approved: then slipping il into IT,
place. she gave the portfolio back To Paul.
There, Ill give You five cents for one
picture. but YOU may keep II for me until
| want il. And. Paul. | don't think YOU
had better 90 anywhere else with the pie
lures until YOU ask papa about them.
There are some that he wouldn't want
sold. Take them home. dear. and wait UNI
I'll he knows about IT."
AMER having 80 far yielded 10 impulse.
her womanly pride of course took it> IT.
vcnge. She wondered how she could have
been SO insane a. 10 do such Il thing |,
What had possessed herr She hurried 10
the door 10 call Paul back: but he was be-
yond reach OF her voice. and she sought
her room again, smiling little. though
tears OF vcNation stood in her eyes a. She
caught sight OF her own crimson face in
the mirror.
"Twcntyeight years old. and no wiser
than this. Mildred Grey. you will never
be "A feminine solomon, oh, dear
Meanwhile. Paul. somewhat consoled in
his waiting by the profits already received.
nearly fell asleep on the piazza before papa
arrived: but lac aroused sufficiently 10 tell
the story of his speculations a. far n de-
yeloped
Tho NTH Grey bought onc-only ith
i'm here yet--and thaid better wait till
you wath home" he concluded.
Very sensible advice" said papa. lift
ing his eyebrows at the magnitude Of the
enterprise undertaken in his absence.
And what drawing did Miss Grey pur-
chase
Il don't know. You can tell il though.
'cauthe her namc'th to ii. thaw her
write it,
So Mr.. Rivers looked over the sketches.
one by one. until he saw something that
made him hurriedly drop the whole port
folio and hasten down the walk and across
the street.
well :" exclaimed the astoni-hed Paul.
.'hc'th gone to thell her thome too.
The waiting was so long this time that he
lad ample chance for a full visit 10 the land
of dreams. and Mrs. Martha's tempting
dinner waXed cold. and her temper warm
nj the delay. But the loitcrer returned
with eyes too radiant to notice small
clouds in any horizon. domestic or other
wise.
After that-eNerNDouy KNOWS WHAT came
after that. how the white-robcd figure
changed porticos. and the dream grew TO
a swectcr reality. To be sure Mrs. Mar
tia. who had before been afflicted because
she had 80 much 10 look after. now became
vaguely pathetic over being laid on a shelf
put aside for a stranger: but il was a
comfortable. easily managed trouble
sort of picked tribulation-that could be-
so readily bottled up and put out of the
way when II was not wanted. and 80 easily
warmed over. and made n fresh a. new
when il was needed. that it was really in
valuable 10 her.
Just the old story. You see-old as the
hills. and common a the daisies on the
hillside. Yet even the daisies are new TO
each summer. the hills wear different color>
a we look at them through different at
mosphcrcs. ana the loving thought that
winds fresh clouds about their tops aud
cares for each daisy a il it We're the only
one. makes this old story OF human hearts
eyernore sweet and new 10 each in their
turn. -HeqrM and Home.