The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-12-22
a SCRAP OF PAPER.

A SCRAP OF PAPER.
Over the stone wall she bounded, and
down among the daisies in the opposite
meadow. OFF blew her gipsy, and out
tumbed mass of witching, yellow
hair from the confines of a pale silk net.
Her cheeks were blooming, her eyes
melting, and the lips-just a dash Of
crimson, where dwelt soul.
Imagine all this loyeliness joined to a
form OF infinite grace, and clothed in
breezy blue muslin, and you will behold
nv heroine, Miss Florence Isabel
Knight, as she looked when she leaped
the low stone wall, and found that scrap
of paper on the opposite side, which was
to SO materially affect her future.
"What can 1t beY' she exclaimed, lit
| ing the sheet and reading.
1t was torn and wet with dew, but the
hand writing was very distinct. 1t
seemed to be letter, but the beginning
was gone. ltran on as follows:
-" past two years. l am
thinking of marrying my coz, Sue Fos-
ter. the rich old maid In your VILLAGE,
with nose like horse, and plenty OF
sp0ndule u When she or
rather her money-is mine, l will pay
that $50 that owe, old boy; SO give me
your assistance in tine love chase when
/ arriVe-thougn suppose she will be
only 100 happy to have me-Which will
be some day this week.
"You see / am growing weary of art
as subsistence. l crave good roast
beef for dinner, Piper Heidsick and soft
| shell crabs for supper. In fact, many
little thugs Nthat l find my pictures do
not bring in plentifu(ly. cigarettes are
often out OF Iate, and l am obliged to
| tAl snl IA b,
was herw oman, and 60 deadhead to the
opera, in queer coat and a shirt front.
| In short, my dear Joe, l can't always
depend on my beauty to carry me
through, so / have decided to take Susan
and her nose and her money. l near
that my coz has adopted schoolgirl for
a daughter and companion. Some
water. cruel, chewing-sum infant, | pre-
sumo, VINO Will always be oging us
when attempt Il tender passage with
| Susan.
"EXpect me-with my brightest paint
and sLitfast brushes, 10 put her on can
yas-abOut Thursday. Always sincere.
lily. HUGH BELMONT"
"The wretchw EXCLAIMED Florence,
folding the paper and carefully putting
lit into her pocket book. Susan little
suspects what nan her cousin is," and
she picked up her gypsy and settled il
on her tar curls. "Coming here to
sketch our lovely river ana scenery, and
recruit alter his illness, indeed! SO he
wrote, and we really anticipated pleas
ure in his visit. Why, he is nothing
, but fortune hunter. And l am 6
water cruel, chewing-gum infant, who
is to ogle him, Wben ne wants TO make
love TO Susan. On, PIl pu. her on hel
guard! But no, there's not bit OF dan
Of n q
Susan Fosters heart; 50 Pil wait a lii
+; tie and see the iuG, tor it would spoi
all il she knew her Cousins designs
Imagine any one growing poetical owe
| Sue! Yet who knows what her monel
! NAV wrIng from the breast OF man?'
| and Florence gazed across the meadow
t at Miss Fosters while tarm house, hal
hidden in crimson anu yellow naples
Fancy Sue floating on the lake with
I handsome artist lover, who signs to tn
pale moon and breAtnes his passion il
/ liner willing ear. No, no! sue looks bes
dressing d chicken or making draw
butter sauce tor dinner. But should sh
grow tender toward him, Pll send tn
young man spinning hOmeward by TIL
first train with tnIs little scrap 0
; paperv and she shook it triumphantl
/, aT the imaginary toe. pulled her ha
: over her eyes, and tripped gayly forwart
i. through the Da'tercups and DAISIES
"There, Pve made discovery ex
claimed Florence, springlng throug
the low French window, one eVenin
about month later, and walking rapid
ly up and down the piazza.
The windows oil the cathedral on tn
hill were red; Just over The cross hunI
the pale moon, and the air was full O
muslc-the solemn, sweet "ky-ri-e,'
sung by the choir.
eyes, great discovery" she contin
ued unmindiul OF all the beauty arount
her, and conscious only OF the warn
, blood that surged through her youni
, veins. "dugh Belmont loves meme
, the water-gruel, cheWing-gum infant
whom he expected to find! He loves m
I and can not hide H." and she pressed
her hands against her throbbing heart
, as though to stay its Wild beating. g.
: please MS artistic eyes ;" she continued
} softly. "PoOr Susan is so plaiIl-so yer,
: pIain--that he has IL hard time following
t out mis- programme while l am around
He adores beauty, ana 1 am beautiful
! Yesterday L overheard him fepea I'M
I those lines, Down her white neck, Ion
d lating auburn curls,' { he LEAST o
which would set ten poets raving. Bu
t he substituted golden for auburn curls
s Now, wuo did he mean? Susan? No
4 lher! Beside, her hair is drab-anCt dea,
/ drab at tnat. But mlte is goiden-tnel /.
i ing, floating, yellow gold, that tangie
: It's witchinb threads round one unit
. they ale intoxicated with It's beauty
+ All, l love my hair, and Hugh loves NOR
lthan my Daif. lie eau MOT hidelt. u,