American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1875-10-30
VOL. XIV.


worth more money than you can evel
| make, and could buy us out forty time:
over Do try and win her if you can y
But the young lawyer meanwhile hat
managed to put himself and Zaide- Buck
ley on speaking terms, thanks to skillfu
naneuvering, and would not have eX
changed her smile and the dimple which
always accompanied il for hundred
| Alice Moores and all the wealth of the
lnSis S h ne Sf l'1 Sui Id
ings where zaite spent The tiresome
days, and then waiting till the hays and
| girls and teachers were at liberty tr
| breathe, and then, whether Zaide were will
| ing or no, he would not leave her side un-
| til The ferry was crossed and she was safe
at her own door. r.
hard at work paying his addresses to Miss
Moore, and quite convinced the heiress
/ that no woman save herself could even
make him happy. She would have pre-
! ferred. if choice had been allowed, to see
| Harry at her feet, but his heart was all
bound up in Zaide, who had only her sal
airy and was very far from being an heir
ess. And if Miss Moore could have seen
| the devotion which shone out of the hand
some fellows eyes, and almost glorified
| his face when Zaide was with him, she
would surely have detected the spurious
| coin which White offered her for her
wealth's sweet sake.
Ofcoufse Mrs. and Miss Brown guessed
nothing of all this romance of Harry's.
They only knew he had more need to
seem so devoted to business, and whereas
] his former hours for joining his family
| had been two and three O'Clock p. M,
now it was seldom he appeared before
| half past five, and then, as his sister once
observed: Cuisines must be splendid
with Hal, he comes in so happy. Why,
Harry, you look as joyous as though every
| wish of your heart was gratified.'
Well, SO he was happyl And why not
Such persistent lover girl never before
knewI g Miss Buckley had long ago
changed to, g Miss Zaide,'' and presently
.Zaide'' was quite enough, for with his
whole heart and soul Harry Brown loved
Zaide Buckley. She knew it, of course,
long before he mustered courage to tell
her so, and in her woman's heart she was
glad. 1t had been simply impossible for
her to resist his loving, coaxing heart, and
at last she yielded and let him love her his
own way-with eyes and tongue and
hands, and with every little act ofthought-
fulness his loving, happy heart prompted.
What cared he for money if Zaide could
not share it with him? He only wanted
her sweet self, and none other in all the
world. And one day he called his mother
aside and confided an his secret to her
mother-love.
81 am disappointed, my boy" she said,
sadly, ssfor Alice will be very rich, and
you might have learned to love her," But
Harry argued the possibility of happiness
without too much of the " root of all
eyil,', aad the lady dismissed Miss Moore
from her heart, making room for her sons
choice when opportunity favored an in
Meanwhile young White had seized his
chance, and, without one ounce of love in
his heart, triumphantly asked the Browns
to Congratulate him." etc, A few days
after Alice was summoned by telegram to
the death bed of her adopted parent, and
White accompanied her to look after her
comfort Tor her money)-poor bereaved
grill =
Weeks passed. June came with its
:ranced with his "Sweet brown Zaide," -
as he still called her. She never made a
fuss over him! Not she. Quiet, reserved,
almost cold, she was, and if she had been
called an iceberg think it would some
times have served her right. But Harry
knew what q deep, warm heart hrs love
had reached, and not unfrequeAtly that
heart betrayed itself. Couldn't you find
somebody better worth your loving than
for answer he whispered: :" Only mia
Zaide.' And what could, she do with
such persistent fellow?-
1t is one year since the East Indian 8
death. Harry, in his room, dressing for
his wedding, is handed a telegram which
reads: 6 Hal, old boy, Alice and we're
married last night. VIII be with you in
three weeks. Hurrah!"
HUMP thinks Harry. Il can say
h
brown Zaide, will be a Gerry brown Zaide,
or my name isn't Brown" Then he looks
in the glass and sees face with ''Zaide''
looking ont Of the .eyeA a4d his arms
fairly sche to close themselves round the
graceful figure which he, knows is even
now being arrayed for the bridal. How
long, think you, does it tfl<e Ills Impatient
lover to drive to Zaide's house, to rush up
to her room, and before the crowd of at
his arms and kiss the sweet mouth till it
fairly mplores him mot, to tumble the
veil, at least till after the weddingI'
Then follows q quieter season, during
which Zaide Buckley" Sweet brown
Zaide'-is changed to "Sweet Zaide
Brown andfvacation has cdmmeneed.
See, Harry, letter from papal1 ex-
claims Zaide one week after, and two
heads are bent over the letter. Then a
face for Harry, who reads Aloud You
will be surprised to learn that by the will
of former friend, one Robert Moore, who
robbed me years. and years ago, you,
my daughter, are possesseh Of more
than half his property. 1t seems his
conscience troubled him, and the
| old rascal thought to atone for his
guilt by leaving this wealth to you
IN case you could be found. He doubt
less believed me dead, and presume his
daughter wishes you were. The lawyers
searched among Buckley. for year, al
most, and Just found us in time to make
the will valid. But the ways of Provi-
dence are past finding out, and it is a
great comfort for me to know that my
| child is at last the rich woman she was
| born to ben
The rest of the letter doesn't concern
us, so we will pass on to the time OF
Harry's return home. OF Alice White
we will hear nothing more, but Harrywas
made conscious of his friend Whites
presence one morning-just after he had
kissed Zaide good-by and started for his
ofiice-by a doleful voice, which ex-
claimed:
. say, Brown, old fellow, that was a
shabby trick You played on me. You
told me Alice was an fieircss''
Harry couldn't restrain smile but he
replied honestly: ''Sorry for you, White,
but believed all told YOU 1 married
my wife for love, and if you had done the
same for your wife you'd say Hang the
will I've got my wife whether, or nor "
Rural Ne.c Yorker.
A FARMER living just out of Vicksbure
\ was reading in an agricultural paper the