The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1877-02-09

unklnd In their questioning glance.
"Are you Mrs Hapworth?" asked
Daisy, family.
The LADY applied in the affirmative,
and she reclined with regal grace in a
deep arm chair, aud folded her white
jeweled hands on her lap. Daisy i'm
mediately swallo red the lump in her
throat, and bravely told her simple
story-told it all from beginning to end,
and without attempting to conceal a
single item of the truth. At the same
time she opened the bundle, display ing
the elegant pearl silk, and showing
how utterly it was spoiled. At first
slight frown disturbed the pIacidity of
Mrs. Hapworth's brow. but it cleared
away in an instant, and she gazed lcrg
and curiously into the soft brown eyes
raised SO pleadingly to hers.
II don't know replied Daisy, her
voice beginning TO tremble little:
I'VE are very poor, Effie and L, but 1
will work hard and pay you little by
little, and may be some time"
But here Mrs. Hapworth interrupted
and astonished her by breaking into a
peal of laughter.
why, you innocent little goose."
exclaimed the LADY," to imagine that l
would accept money from you. 1 am
rich, and have other dresses that will
do to wear to day, SO don't feel bad
about this little accident. Whenever
you want work send to me, and if you
need money for your present wants,
say but the word amp you shall have
it"
A flash of pride came into her brown
eyes, as Daisy rose to her fullest height,
and drew her cloak around her slight |
figure.
You are very good she said earn
estly; / can never thank you sufh |
cientiy for your kindness to me; but
can't accept money as gift. / will be
very glad to have work, and will ac-
cept your generous offer. Good NOR
ming"
Stay" said Mrs Hapworth rising; "yon
have not told me who you are. Your
face dosen't seem like a strangers; l
thought at first that l must have met
you sometime in the past; but l know
why it is. My bro her carries picture
of lady who has your face and eyes.
Will you tell me your name?"
Daisy Wilde replied the girl mod
estly.
Daisy Wilde." calculated a voice that
caused both women to start. "Who ut
tered that name? Who brings news of
Daisy Wilde?"
The floor began to rock and surge be-
meath Daisy's feet, and a low scream
broke from her lips. That voice-that
face-that tall manly figure-they could
belong to only one person. and that per-
son was Paul Marston, As he had en-
tered unobserved, and now stood in the
broad light that streamed in through the
ong windows.
Another moment, and he had recog-
nized the little cloaked figure.
"Oh, Daisy is it indeed you? Thank
God-thank God 1 have found you at
asst"
And she was conscious of being folded
close, close in that loving embrace, while
her poor, tired head found a resting
place on the broad, protecting bosom
hat had pillowed it years ago.
Daisy, my precious darling, where
have you been for 80 long?" said Paul in
he fullness of his joy. Il returned from
California nearly year ago, and have
been hunting for you ever since.
the required fortune long be-
fore my time was up, and came home a
rich man"
Daisy suddenly struggled free from his
embrace.
Paul Marston, this must not be.
Please let ME go. release you freely
from your engagement. l am only
poor working girl now, and you're a
rich mani"
But he caught her in his arms again,
and closed her mouth with kisses. "Don't
rob me of my happiness now; have
waited so long for it," he said tenderly. |
Il know you are poor, and l am glad of
it. There, dodn't cry; let me introduce
you tony sister, Mrs Hapworth.
Mrs Hapworth ordered her carriage,
and went after Eff; for it was decided
that they should not live another hour
in the old tenement house.
And, after all it was happy New
Year for the orphan sisters.-Inter-
Ocean.