The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1876-06-15

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GLOW provokingE Was the window
open, did you notiee?"
eyes, Miss Helen, the window was
open"
"Then it may have fallen out
Come with me, Edward, and we will
look" and the pairwent out together.
Mr.. Montague and Miss Langley
sauntered round the house, and look
ed in the grass under the window,
but without success; and then they
pluckcd roses, and playfully peltcd
each other with them, and very soon
forgot all about what they came out
for, and proceeded to flirt and make
love in a non-committal but delight
ful style, after the most approved
fashion made and provided for such
cases.
The new moon was glittcring like
Il silver sickle in the sky before they
thought of returning to the house;
and they were brought back to the
contemplation of such an idea by
Helen remarking that the dew was
and she dare not remain out
any longer.
"An | haven't found my ring!
They call turquoise lucky stone;
I'm sure I've had the wrong kind Of
luck with that one. Who couldhave
taken it2 Iknow | left it on the
dressing-table. Some one has stolen
it,
aoll; non:ciisc, Sel; and never
mind, anyway, I'll get YOU another,
and u prcttier one, without pealrs on
it, and thcnyou won't have to remove
it all the time"
Once or twice that evening, and
again the next day, Miss Langley
spoke of her missing ring; the ser
wants were intcrrogatcd; mama was
complained to; Artie and Louis were
ordered to divulge its hiding-placc,
if, in The spirit of practical joking
which these young gentlemen often
indulgcd in, they had sccrcted it; but
questions, complaints, threats, were
all in vain, the turquoise was gone as
much as if ,Jcssica had exchanged it
for a second monkey,
Something over n week had passed
away, and Edward Montague, in or
der to redeem his promise to his
cousin, had run up town, and was re-
turning in the late evening, carrying
in his breast pocket a small velvet
ease, inside of which rcposed love
ly turquoise ring, having on it Hell
ems initial in tiny diamonds, twas
such a lovely ring that the salesman
at Tiflany's had smiled and given
Edward a knowing look, as if to in
innate that he knew it was intended
as an engagement ring; and Edward,
to himself as he walked up
the garden path round by the sum
and toward The side door,
half determined to ask his cousin, as
he slipped it on her finger, to wear
it there in token of a promise to give
him not only that finger, but her
whole hand and heart. Ashe passed
by the summer-housc the sound Of
smothcrcd weeping fromwithin smotc
on his car. Could it be
Helen? He rushed in, and nearly
over little black bundle
of something that crouchcd on the
floor, with its head bent over its
arms, crying and sobbing in per.
feet tempest Of fears.
Edward nearly fell, and did, in
fact, stumble so that he caught the
crouching bundle of black, and as he
steadicd himself he also picked it up
and set it on his feet And then,
with the moonlight shining on its
little flushed, tcar.wot face, and its
luxuriant brown hair all hanging
about its shoulders, it proved to be
poor little Hattie Thorpe
"NIiss Thorpcl Why, I'm so sorry
Is anything the matter2' Edward
asked, gently, fearing some misior
tune to the girl, or that she had lost
some relatives for he was not aware
that the little governoss was father
less and mothcrlcss, and without {
blood relation in the wide world,
IIattic's tcNrs and sobs rcdouhlod