The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1875-05-13

up to the front door.
Then coloring deeply at her own
cowardly tremulousness and utter lack
of all resolution and enterprise, she
rang the bell, to settle the matter at
once and definitely.
"Is Mr.. Glencross at home?" she
asked of the maid-servant who answered
the summons.
Yes, Mr.. Glencross was at home
would the young lady enter? Ant
Lillian was shown into an apartment
curtained with heavy folds of purple
satin, and carpeted with velvet OF th'
same rich color-an apartment whos'
dusky splendor made her think OF al
the stories she had read OF enchanted
palaces in the realms Of fairy.land.
AS Lillian sat on the silken sofa, wait
ing with throbbing heart for the ap
pearance of her unknown cousin, the
thought stole into her mind that he wa'
not so much Of n "miser," " after all, anc
then came sick sort of misgiying that
her mission was all in vain.
"For surely" she thought, glancini
tremulously round the elegant apart
ment, she will not want any one tC
make bread, or look after the kitchen
expenditures wish-oh, | wish that
| was safe Mt home again !"
The thought had scarcely formed itseIi
in her mind, when door Mt the ia hel
end of the room was opened, and Il tall,
handsome man, scarcely thirty years OF
age, entered.
CT beg vour pardon, sir, " faltcred
Lillian, all in hutter, "but ! wished
to see Mr. Glencross.
"I am MIR. Gleucross.
"You p Lilly rose up and sat down
again, coloring vivid scarlet. This,
then, was their "far-oil" cousin, and
how widely different from their dreams
and fancies
Apparently the gentleman saw and
pitied her painful confusion, for he said,
politely May ask in what manner
can be useful to you ?"
81 am Lillian Wayland," she an
swered, in a tone that was scarcely
Wayland
A shadow, faint, yet distinctly percep-
tibe, overspread his face at that word,
and Lillian saw it with failing heart.
She forgot the labOred speech OF paIll9-
ton and excuse that she had prepared.
She forgot that he was no silver.haired
but a handsome young man,
surrounded with all the adiuncts of
,!th and luxury. She remembered
only poor Charley aud her own slcken-
ing idea of debt, disgrace, and ruin;
and sinking on her knees at his fett,
she sobbed ont her pitiful story.
"He is so young" she walled, $50
yonng, surely you will not refuse to give
him another chance for name aud fame
| will work aud toll for You until the
hundred pounds are paid. | will be n
servant, seamtress ss-whNt yon please,
only promise me that you will not visit
him with the penalties OF the law "
Her voice died into quiyerng silence,
bat her eyes still appealed.
rise, Miss Wayland," said the
Young mfn, after a moments grave con
sideration. 81 promise that the otlense
OF Your lrDther's shall he overlooked,
for the sake of the excellent sister who
has pleaded SO oloque1tly for himY
"And what can / do? What must
do? For il | cannot repay the money
in some shape or other, | shall de OF
shame and modification! ~
81 will take the matter into Consldera-
lion" said Mr.. Glencross, gravely, yet
not without certain CLEAN Of amusc-
ment in the corners Of his mouth at the
idea of that pretty, slender creature rem
dering mp to him the equivalent OF the
pounds. And now, Cousin
Lilan-for believe we may claim re-
Iationship, although it is somewhat
distant shall insist upon you as my
guest for u while. Let me ring and send
for my motherW
Mrs. Glencross, stately old lady in
black silk Valenciennes lace, welcomed
Lillian Wayaud with II smiling hospi-
tality which belonged to the ancient
reqin,C, and almost before she knew 1t,
the girl found herself chatting Innocent
ly away TO her hostess, as if she had
lived all her life in the aunshioe OF that
pleasant smile; while Paul Glencross
busted among some papers at a table
beyond, watched the sweet changing
conntenauce with new interest.
81 never saw such n lovely face III my
life" he thought. "The profile IL as
purely Grecian as the face OF Hero on
nv mothers cameo, and the eyes are as
full Of shifting lights as n diamond.
Upon my word, this little new cousin Is
IN acquisition"
When Lillian wrote her happy letter
home that night, Mr.. Glencross added
a pleasant postscript, and Charley Way
land knew that his season OF peru was
over.
Lillian had been nearly a month the
guest of the stately old lady in bla *
SIX and Valenciennes lace, when one
iay Paul, coming suddenly into the
purple twilight OF the drawing room,
found her sitting all alone, with tear
drops gIittering on her pearly cheek.
"Whv, Lillian, what is the matterY
"Nothiug, Paup-they had grown to
be good friends by this tilne-"only l
have been dreaming very pleasantly,
and the time of waking has come at
last. ., 49,,
"You mysterious little sphinx, what
on earth do You meanr
She colored and cast down her eyes.
"Three hundred pounds, Paul they
are vet to bepaid. No-don't interrupt
me. I cannot consent to indulge your
generous impulses. | mnst pay you;
And there is no other way for me than
to seek situation as governess. 30,
Panl, | have written an advertisement,
and if you will be so kind rs to send 1t
to the Office of one OF the daily pa
pers"-
"Give it to me !" he interrupted.
She placed it confidinglyin his hands
he tore it deliberately in pieces.
"Panl p she cried in amazement.
"Illian, this is all nonsense. If yor
want to pay me, you can.
"But, Paul, you know that [ hav'
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