Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1875-08-12
Miscellaneous.
Philip Huntington's Choice.
By ISABEL GRANT ROCKFORD.

up from the garden where the pinks
and roses opened their leaves to the
evening air, and Philip Huntington,
smoking his evening cigar on the bal
cony. saw rose De Peyster walking
among the flower beds, herself the
sweetest flower of all.
She was plainly dressed, for she
was no favorite of fortune, this little
country girl; but she wore her pink
muslin with a royal grace that a duch'
ess might have envied.
A light, swift step upon the gravel
walk, and her city cousin, Maud De
Peyster, came close beside her, her
hands full Of fragrant crimson roses.
Her hair was full Of bewitching little
kinks and twists. and her dress, OF
some gauzy material. fioated like a
cloud around her as she walked.
"What dcmure little Puritan it
is !" she said, gently caressing Roses
shining bands Of bronze-brown hair.
81 can faI cy that somebody's eyes
would admire more than ever if |
should enact the role Of fairy god-
mother and change this plain attire
to silken robes. | should like to see
a tiara Of pearls among these bonnv
brown braids. They would become
you marvelously well, my sweet
Rose"
But Rose who had no aspiration
for fashionable Iifc-the life where
in her gay cousin won her trlumphs
as belle-only turned her brown
eyes, frank and fearless as child's,
upon Mauds face, and shook her
head with a demure smile.
"No pearls for me" she said, gayly.
The only inheritance my father left
me was Il troublesome lawsuit, which
it has impoverished the De Peysters
to prosecute, and it would be little
short Of miracle should it terminate
favorably. l shall expect nothing,
and therefore, no disappointment
awaits me-" 49,
"What a contented little goose y
exclaimed Maud. do YOU know, if
| were in your place, should worry
over that affair day and night. A
quarter of million is no small stake.
Putting her arm caresslngly round
the "little goose" who was the one
object on earth for whom the gay,
worlily belle felt particle of love or
faith, they strollcd slowly down the
walk till a clump of shrubbery hid
them from view.
81 believe | will follow them" said
Philip to himself, as he threw away
the stump of his cigar, and snatched
his hat from the table. 1.-TWO Of the
lovliest girls in Christendom,' he
murmured, as he descended the stairs.
As he pronounced the last word he
became conscious of the Notifying
fact that he had been overheard
Straight before him, not two feet
distant, her black eyes shining bead
like in the dusky twilight, stood kezl-
ah Grey, the household factotum OF
the De Peysters.
Mourning in their Affections, re-
ioicing in their prosperity, chiefpries
tess at all the births and deaths in the
family for the past fifty years, the
rising or falling fortunes Of the house
we're her one ambition, to which she
clung with a faith as loyal as ever
was accorded to sovereignty itself.
She put out her hand and stopped
Philip midway on the long flight OF
oaken stairs.
"You say right young man" she
whispered. Both are lovely; one
by the divine right of nature, the
other by the exercise OF that taste
which Is gllt from ol'Ihity' D"'
which is the better worth a brave
hearts winning? Either would scorn
a dishonorable act, for are they not
De Peysters? But who has always a
pleasant word for the servants and l:
so gentle that the very dogs would
give their life to her service? An,
It is only the old woman who can tel
you that, young man! Any one cal
see the beauty of a lovely face, but
only the needy and friendless know
the beauty of a generous and tender
heart"
81 do believe the old creature i
half demented," said the young mar
to himself, as he ran down the steps
What the deuce can she mean!-
That Maud is the soul Of truth ant
! ;nnocapcs no ono conid doubt. and