Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1874-03-19

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Sorrento hangs there crowned in mcnorys vision,
Starry with clustered orange, and below
| An azure drcam-world, soft with INDIGESTION,
| Where dulse and tangle round nlosaics grow.
Such liz the album memory fills with treasures
| Hid in the heart, where Love doth keep the key:
There in procession pass lifes pains and pleasures,
''' '' ' $40 '''' ~ ' -OM and New.
IN DOVE.COLORED SILK.
By kind of thoughtful arrangement
on the part of their employers, ever,
domestic in the house of Sir John Day
ton, baronet and banker, received his OF
her salary one week before Christmas
Day.
Very bright and tempting looked the
tiny pile of sovereigns that Lofty Warde,
Miss Dayton's own maid, carried away
to her chamber, and sat meditatine
over, with a cloud on her pretty face
such as it seldom wore. Last Christ.
mas the spending of her money had
cost her no trouble, except quickly
stided regret that she could not dc
more with it for those dear ones whose
kisses and joyful thanks had been such
pleasant requital of her generosity.
Although she was as dutiful and Low.
ing a daughter and as kind q sister as
of yore, there had been an advent in
Lottie's life since the year began that
was closely connected with the impatient
sigh she gave, as she sat gazing at her
gold, and abstractedly turning it over
and over, in her palm. She had met
at the house of an old friend of her
late father, q young man SO we'll con-
nected that many wondered he should
think of wedding girl who was in
SERVICE" Mr.. Charles Morrison, they
argued, with his good prospects and
excellent situation in the office of Smith
son and Brothers, ought to look higher
for wife than Lottie Warde, whose
father had died bankrupt, and whose
mothers sole dependence was the an
nuity some of Mrs. Warde's compass
sionate creditors had purchased for
her. But if Charles Morrison heard
these things limited, he laughed and
forgot them. He loved Lottie for her.
self-her sweet temper, her good prin-
ciples, and the pretty face and figure,
that were always set off by the perfect
neatness and propriety with which she
dressed.
Lottie, however, had taken to heart
many of the remarks made in her pres
ence or told by in-natured friends, and
had rather hastily decided in her own
mind that the relatives of her affianced
husband looked down upon her because
of her position. This fancy-for it was
no more-had made her shy of meeting
them, and unwilling to accept the invi-
tations so kindly sent to her. But
Charlie had made a point of her acced-
ing to his parents wish that she should
join the family party they always gath
cred round them at their handsome
house at Chaplain on the eve of the
great festival and as Miss Dayton had
cheerfully consented to spare her, she
had not been able to excuse herself.
Naturally timid and shrinking from
strangers, Lottie looked forward to this
visit as an ordeal rather than a pleasure.
She was to be introduced to Charlie s
married sister from Manchester, and to
the wealthy uncle from whom he had
expectations and her anxiety that they
should think we'll Of her eliminated in
the inquiry, What shall I wear ?''
It was no use discussing the question
with her betrothed. She knew he
would say that nothing could be in
better taste than the well-fitting dark
merino that had been her best dress
since the commencement of the autumn.
But Lottie had her share of girlish van
ity, and as she raised her eyes to hel
looking-glass vision rose before her oil
certain dove-colored silk in q MERGERS
window near st. Paul's that would be.
come her admirably. It was true that
such an expensive purchase would alb.
sorb every farthing in her possession,
but she chose to ignore this. So strong
grew the temptation that when Lottie
went that evening to visit her mother
she fingered long at the MERGERS. win.
dow and decided that on the morrow
the dove-colored silk. should be he1
own.
The children threw down their books
and toys when L0ttie entered, for they
loved her dearly, and Mrs. Warde
though she had been wearing q very
anxious face, as she stitched busily al
some childish garment, contrived Il
smile at her eldest daughter, who, how
ever, was not easily deceived.
"Something has gone wrong, mother
am sure of it Ivy your looks. Wla
is it o.
Nothing You can alter, dear; moth
ing, in fact, that l ought to dwell upon
heard, by chance, that the MAJ
through whose roguery your father
failed has returned to England, and il
in prosperous circumstances; and i
worried me for a little while to thinl
that my excellent, upright HUSBAND
went to his grave in sorrow and poverty
while this dishonest man holds up hi
head and grows rich; but it was onl.
for minute, child - and Mrs Ward
smiled now with less effort 81 know
to whom I have committed my cause
and will not murmur ut anything HI
Wills"
Lottie kissed the placid speaker affec
tionately, butshe was notas sympathetic
as usual. Her little sisters hum
about her, wondering whether the
should have Christmas pudding, an
one of them blurtel out fact hithert
concealed, that mother did not go
church Oh Sundays till evening servic
because her shawl was so shabby
Lottie slid her hand into the poke
where lay her little purse, but drew
back again, telling herself that 81,
could not possibly 60 to visit Charlie
friends meanly dressed and when Il,
youngest child climbed on her kne
and frankly asked what she was goi,,
to bring him for Christmas presen
he was set down again and 80 sharp]
told not to tease that Mrs. Warle
mild eyes were raised in surprise.
II beg pardon, mother" said IL
daughter, coloring under the repro
the look conveyed. II am afraid I a
n rather stupid this evening. What we
a You saying about Robert ?-he is cleo
+ cd pupil teacher at his: school.
y course he isl knew he would be !
II has worked SO hard for it, dear got
: boy y and she ran across the room
Il kiss the s4udious lal, who warmly !
n turned her cnrcsses.
81 "Then you're glad Of it, Lottic?
II am /, only [ think mothers bother
d bit about tho books I shall want"
pl will they cost mucl.y" asked
sister.