River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1876-11-16

"Well, you needn't shout, said calm
Adela, placidly tanning herself. 1.-The
end of it will be that l shall amuse my
self until DR.. Fenton's nephew appears
on the scene, with his three hundred
thousand dollars; and then--why, i
shall 90 in for business.
YES, but Adela--"
Mamma" angrily Interrupted the
daughter, 'don't be fool Earnest
Harcourt is very good looking and
very agreeable, but should no more
think of marrying him than of allying
myself to a chimney sweep. Love in a
cottage never would do for me. /
have been extensively brought up /;
my tastes are luxurious; / must mar
ry well J!
And this little family discussion went
on under the open easement of the
second story apartment, in which Mr..
Earnest Harcourt was looking for the
fugitive volume of poems.
"A chimney sweep, ell ~ muttered
Mr.. Ha~coHrt, with comical express
sion on his face. "And DR.. Fenton' S
rich nephew / wish Miss Brownson
JOY of the wealthy match she has
in contemplation-and shall be most
happy to make my bow and step
aside.'
And he put the book back on the Ia
BILE.
Yet, with all the philosophy one can
muster, it not pleasant to awake sud-
DENY to the fact that one has been
made plaything of and Mr.. Har-
court, in spite of the Uff-hand way in
which he took the tidiDgs had little
sting yet smarting in his inner con-
seriousness.
As he went slowly down the back
stairs little sob reached his ears. 1t
was Minnie, curled up in one corner
like a wounded kitten.
"Why, Minnie, what's the matter =
kindly asked the travelling photography
er.
I'm going away" sobbed Minnie.
I've broken Aunt Tabitha's best china
teapot, and she says she won't have
me in the house another day; and,
indeed-indeed it was cracked before!
"Wbere are you going y
Il don't know" said Minnie.
She looked so pretty and diSconsolate,
so like rosebud that has been beaten
down by the rain, that our hero paused
in spite of himself.
''But you have no home q
Minnie shook her head.
Then what is to become of you! =
questioned Harcourt.
81 don't know" again uttered
Minnie.
Minnie, look here y Mr.. Harcourt's
heart, in its rebound was very tender
and susceptible. sri give you q
home."
You, Mr.. Harcourt But you
can t.
"But | can, if you will consent tc
marry me y asserted the young man.
Il e.
Eyes, you."
"But | am only Minnie" she persist
ed. s..s....
You are as beautiful as an angtre,
and as innocsnt as q dOvei Don't shrink
away, my dear, dear little girl. Answer
me, yes or no. Will you give yourself
to me -
And Minnie. letting him take heI
hand in his, whispered
sob, love you so much, Mr.. liar
/ COURT love you so much
OF course there were various criti
cisms when it was acertained that En-
nest Harcourt was actually married tC
Minnie May, the old maids niece and
drudge in general.
TASTES differ" said Miss Brownsor
contemptuOusly.
"What can you expect of a travelling
photographer Z" said her mother.
just as the argument was waxing
spirited. a carriage drove up, and {
white haired, MISUNDERSTANDING ole
gentleman descended therefrom.
'Dr. Fenton," cried out Aunt Tab
itha. my dear sir, am delighted
to see you here"
''Many thanks, I'm sure, said The
old gentleman, with the air of on'
who is accustomed to be made mucl
of. ''But, pray, don't trouble your
self. I've come to see my nephew J
"Your nephew! 2" said the old lady
blaakly. SIS he staying in this par
OF the country!"
! SAT this very house.
'But there's no one by the name Of
Fenton here -
''Who said his name was Fenton
It's Harcourt-Ernest Iiarcourt. He!
| just got married, and am here to wei
come his wife into the family"
And the belle of the establishment
realized with a strange, stunned sensa
ton, that the match of the seaGon haC
risen and set forever upon her matri