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cia intended that her father should in
daad. sIlnnlY an antira naW drass.

C1a intended JnaC ner fatnef SnOuIu In
fdeed. supply an entire new dress.
There was discussion over some ex
Iquisite new fans, a recent importation
lexquisitely displayed by clerk. Vim
ynie's quiet "can't afford it," was proc
against temptation, but Marcia added 9
white feather fan OF dainty beauty to he
purchases.
Floy Hartley was rather surprised tha
Will Stanton, who was favorite of he
4 fathers, while she had won Uncle Josh's
heart, never paid her those marked at
/ tentions that were so evidently the de
sire OF the old gentleman. But her sur
prise was changed to chagrin when he
asked special introduction to Miss Vim
ME Holway, and was that young lady'i
devoted cavalier for, the evening OF Miss
Hartley's party.
"The young lady in white with blue
! ribbonsW she had said in answer to his
request; "that is Miss Holway, a school
mate of Marcia Livingstone's. l have
met her at the Livingstone's, but am moi
very well acquainted. Marcia tells me
her father is quite well of, but has very
large family"
All Of this Will found later was quite
true. There was large family, and Vim.
educated herself, she was always ready
les. With nimble fingers, trained to
work, she saved her father many dollars
by her ability TO cut and fit dresses, and
her Willingness to impart some Of her
knowledge to her sisters. A neat house
keeper, she spared her mother many an
hour for visiting, reading, or rest. And
yet she was no drudge. In society she
was always appropriately and tastefully
dressed. She was good pianist, and
sung we'll i'll a clear, cultivated voice.
She was we'll read, and kept up an intel
ligent interest in all current topics, con-
versing easily, though modestly.
Will found that at every visit to Mr.,
Holway's pleasant sitting-room increas-
ed his distaste for clearinghouse life,
and his love for pretty Winnie Holway,
till he found himself in serious consulta.
tion with Uncle Josh again.
$50 1T is not my pet, Floy Hartley"
said the old gentleman. at would serve
you right if married her myself"
81 Will give my consent," Will said,
smilingly.
'No, my boy, mol You and your pref
ty Winnie must fill my old heart, as you
have promised me corner in your home
long years ago. Will, when my hair was
as brown as your own, and my eyes as
bright, too, had my love dream. l was
was the very heiggt of my ambition.
was working hard for farmer named
Nelson, forI had no parents. when there
came to visit my employer a
cousin from the great city of
New York. In those days, Will,
New York seemed farther away from the
small country place than Europe seems
now. The advent of Josephine Nelson
was an event in our village, land her
beauty and grace were fully appreciated
by all the rough pumpkins around her.
Working on her Cousins farm, was con-
stantly near her. l drove her, if she
wished, to see the surrounding scenery,
and as we jolted over the rough country
roads she told me OF the great city, of the
openings there for energy, industry and
talent. She found l was fond ofreading,
and lent me volumes Of poetry she had
brought with her from the city. Books
were rare treasures forty years ago,
WILL. We read the sweet measured lines
together; We walked together in shaded
lanes, and l gathered wild flowers witch
she wore in her bosom and hair. 10
make long story short, Will, ] loved her
with all the wild enthusiasm of boy.
and the mature reason of a man. She
was lar above me in grace, in beauty and
goodness, but she was gentle as she was
fair, modest and tender.
''When L told her my love she laid her
little white hand in my rough brown one,
and promised to be my wife. Then she
came home to the city, and l added dol
lar alter dollar to my hoard, to follow
her. Mr.. Nelson wrote to Josephine's
father for me, and he promised me
place in his counting-house if | came to
the city. l. came, Will. Then / found
out why my suit was favored, why no
cross was laid upon my darling's love.
l had thought her pale, delicate beauty,
was only the city's refinement, compared
with the robust charms OF our country
lasses. l found that it was the beauty
of that scourge of the seaside cities
consumption. Her parents knew my
darling could not live to be my br ide, but
because she had given me the treasure of
her love they made me welcome as a son
in their home.
81 spent my days in the counting
house of Mr.. Nelson, my evenings with
Josephine. Slowly she faded before my
loving eyes, growing weaker and weak
er, till she died, clasping my hand in
hers. That was forty years ago, Will,
but have loved no woman since. l will
keep faith with Josephine till we meet
in heaven. When die, viii, all L have
will be yours, but bury this with me-"
AS ne spoke he put small lOCkeU tnat
had been hidden in his bosom, into WHIPS
hands. Opening it disclosed the face of
very beautiful woman. At the sight of it
Will cried
SHOW much like Floy Hartleyw
"Mrs. Hartley is Josephine's sister,"
said Uncle Josh, quietly. "Now you
know why [ am SO fond of Floy."
There was a long silence, and Uncle
Josh knew by WHIPS face and the firm
grasp of his hand that his story had fall
len upon sympathizing affection.
"Come," he said cheerfully, after a
long pause. of Miss Holway has actu-
ally accepted, must see about we'd
ding present."
"She actually has," said Will; "and
the money saved for piano is to go for
a trOuSSeau."
els that hint for me to buy pianoW
laughed Uncle Josh. "Well, l will"
But when the wedding-day was fixed,
and Will consulted Uncle Josh about q
house, he was informed that Mrs. Stan
toms wedding-present from her new
uncle would be neat brown stone house
fully furnished, including the piano, with
one room reserved for Uncle Josh.
The sun OF prosperity shines upon W III,
but he says his business success, his
happy home, his freedom from worldly
have all depended upon the
good sense of his wife, who, in all expen-