The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1875-03-18

should marry Arthur Ormesby, should
be just part of his possessions, an adj
junct of his wealth and luxury: he would
hang his Cashmeres and his diamonds
on me, and should be as much an oda-
| lisque as an American girl could be. But
them should like the Cashmeres and
the diamonds. ] know one thing-neyer
| another glove would | cleanp And if
you had seen the little witch rubbing
| away with her bread crumbs you would
not have known whether to smile or TO
frown upon her, and not knowing which
to do you would certainly have followed
inclination ana smiled, especially when,
as it CHANGED, her own face was the next
moment ripping with smiles, half merrl-
ment, half satisfaction, as servant left
| a parcel at the door, with Mr.. OTmesby's
compliments, which parcel proved to be
box of gloves with which he was pay
ing his philopena forfeits-just such a
box as he sent Helen Denver the week
before.
What shame it is" she cried, as she
was displaying her selected pair that
night, that they should be so fearfully
handy! They came just apropos of
nothing"
And so did mine," said Helen; for
| hadn't pair left, and not dollar in
nay purse, and papa 200 miles away"
mot dollar in her purse! Hear
herewith a check-book the size of
family Bible"
But it was after banking hours, you
know"
'And an obliging clerk downstairs
who will cash anything
We'll, | didn't know it. I'm such an
ignoramusi And | never was so glad of
anything as of those gloves, and l told
him So"
You told him so?" in chorus.
"Why, yes; why mott It's the least
one can do when a persons been so
kind And ] am not really sure that he
was philopenaed. OF course l told him
when thanked him"
"And what did he say:n
"He? He was very much amused at
at my frankness. Millions in her
check book, and not a glove to her backn
he said"
Have you really millions in your
check-book, HelenS" asked Fanny Des-
mond, leaning across the little table be-
tween them, as she was buttoning her
glove.
You dear goose! have only liberty
| to draw on papa for my allowance. It's
n
How nice it sounds! l never had an
allowance shouldn't be here in the
| Macgregor House if it wasn't for Aunt
Melvyn's rheumatism. I'm so glad she
has rheumatismm
$50 am |, Fanny Desmondm came a
chorus.
! ooh, mean I'm so glad she thinks she
has. Because that is why she came to
| bring me here with her ! always want
| ed to come to the Springs, ! always
wanted an allowance, l always wanted a
| check book, and l always wanted pair
of diamond ear-ringsl I've got one of
! the four, maybe I'll get the rest" cried
the gay thing.
"You absurd childm said Helen.
"What in the world do you want of dia-
mond earrings now? Those you have
are great deal prettier. / could have
them any day, and never cared enough
for them to go and get them"
"Iou are like the man who lives in
Charlestown and never goes VI Bunker
| Hill, Helen Denver Want them? Want
diamond earrings? I'd sell my soul for
themw laughed Fanny. "Its little
soul, to be sure, not worth the price"
at would be" said low, grave voice
behind her, g very little soul if dia-
monds could buy it."
Mr. Hardenm cried Fanny, blushing
rosy red, as she turned to see the passer-
by who had paused in the doorway of
the little upstairs parlor where they
were all wont to assemble before going
down for conquest" Mr.. HardeDi What
did you hear me for? When did you
come? Is every one well in the little
Place of Graves, the dear, dismal little
spot where we are all buried alive? To
think of meeting you here! Did you
come to see if ! was really selling my
soul for diamonds? | must take YOU to
auntie. She will be SO glad"
g Is she The only one to be glad?" asked
Mr.. Harden, as Fanny swept him down
the hall with her and with her flood of
questions.
"Oh, Fanny, Fanny Desmond" cried
Rosa Humphreys, hurrying after them
having just entered the little parlor as
Fanny left it, and having stopped there
but couple of minutes, now running
and tripping on ner skirts" oh, Fanny
they say you have a whole boxl and We
wear the same number, you know
Annals hands so big! And my last pail
see! That detestable Celeste OF ours
caught the button-hook, and just look al
the rent! | could have made her ears
tinglel" said Rosa, smartly, drawing
breath at last.
"But you didn't! Yes, indeed, / have
a box-beauties. Run up to my room
they're on the dressing ta5le-and helE
YOURSELF" and she went along with Mr.
Harden.
"A philopena," she said, looking up at
him gayly. "And mighty glad l was
wont Do you see that" And she held
no
their soft, perfectly fitting kid dress, as
pretty as a statues. "Clothed on with
philopenal And it has Just occurred to
me one could get along here very well
with winning philopenas-a sort of liv
ing by your wits, you see, exciting as
precarious; this one would be box OF
gloves, that one flowers for the ball
and"
| How you run on, my child! Are you
SO very happy"
mo, I'm not" she cried, suddenly
I'm half distracted" And it was true
For how was she going to engage herself
to Arthur Ormesby under the sight of Mr.
Harden's sad eyes? And what was he
here for, anyway, to stand like living
refroach to her Just as all these vanitie:
that she so loved were within her reach:
And did she love them, after all, better
than she loved him. And then she
seated him in her aunt's ROOM and sat
down herself, somewhat stilled her frol.
lcsome mood, listening to the quiet talk
that, Just at this momentum her one
pink dress, her longing for the splendol
that might set off her beauty, her dissat
iStaction with herself, her perplexity
about her two most prominent lovers
made the little Place of Graves, as she
used to call it, seem something like {
house of refuge; that is, till tap upon
the door caused her to start as if she
were guilty of misdeed, and Arthur
Ormesby had come to take her down f
the dance
I. How very splendid seemed the face
that Mr.. Harden saw through the open
doorway that moment-the dark, kind
ling eyes, the white brow, the magnetic
smile. 1t was an unkind accident that
let him turn his head and catch a glimpse
OF himself in the mirror; he half shiv
cred at the sight of his own ruggedness.
All! fate had arranged it--beauty to
beauty, youth to youth, and overlooking
wealth 10 lacking poverty. What was
he that he should dare 10 cast an eye
upon her? what right had he to have
thought of her for his wife?-as unfit for
the place as any bird ON the wing; a
little, lifting, laughing thing, with Nc
comprehension of single grave duty of
lie; reckless beauty, dancing her way
into mems hearts and out of them. Oh,
only the right that came because he
loved her-loved her as he did his life