Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1877-03-30

ing that great IDIOT, Dan Van RenS
sclaer, made that lucky hit in Wall
Street, aud the whole family went
abroad to learn how to play arl>to
cral TO humble friends at home. It's
true | didn't 90 near her Tonight
There was too many around her,
'rhc rose that all are prai>iny is not
the rose for me- And the dance
should liked to have danced with
her, she gave to Louis Vance, the
very man | came near knocking
'lown one evening at her house for
taking her picture from her album
and putting it III his breast pocket,
with some silly,spoony remark about
his heart. How her mother glarei
at me as | >natchcd it from his han.l,
and she said with cool drawl,
pray, Mr.. Brown, what Is it to you?'
Deuce take her lovely, cxasperating,
bewitching impudence, size well
knew what it was to me, the golden
haired, lily-whlte little hypocri,e |
suppose she'll marry that Dan Val,
Renesselaer"-and he muttered some.
thing which didn't sound like a
blessing between his teeth 'or
some of his set, not one of whom is
worthy to hold her fair, the bonnie
wee thing rs our OLD Scotch nurse
used to Say"-breaklng off with hal
in i woman we would call Il hysier'
ical laugh. II say sis, ar. you going
to sleep? You needn't say word
my butterfly, just shake your mead.
The worsted things and wells that
formed the butterfly cocoon moved
slowly and with difficulty from side
20 side.
"All right dear. I feel rs though
must talk of her to night, and to
whom can | talk but you my da, ling
my little sister, vino has never
withheld her love and sympathy from
me; God bless her! But Cora, II
an! poor fellow had loved You Ill his
life long, and YOU had led nlm / bc
Ileve for many years that You return
ed his affection, and then growing
richer, rs he, though no fault of his,
grew poor-lt' y. IL turned away and
smiled upon those who we're onl J
Superlors in wealth AMI posi- ii,n,
III dis"wn you. Mouse OF my lit.
| would indeed
"But suppose the 'poor tell""
never told his love when met at:rl
long Separallon:" whispers til,
mouse of his life.
"Iu words you mean? P>haw
there are Il hundred ways in which d
man tel his Iovc,anI woman knows
every one OF them by hcart."
But suppose" in another faint
whisper, "lIlat when she returned
from abroad, she found him na,,
much less nianly than the youth she
left that he could stoop to believe
that because he had become poor, lis
the world goes, she could forget the
happy, happy days they had spen,
together, and, and cared for each
other? Suppose he lent ready eal
to sill reports about her-one fol
instance that she WAS engaged to be
married to that idiot Van Rensse
lacr?"
"Coraw
No reply.
Cora, saym
/ Perfect silence.
"You tormen,ed little thing
shaking her gently with his strong
right hand-"why don't you answer
me? won't give you kiss for d
week if You don't. There's some
thing uncanny about You. Where's
your lips? You had them short
time ago, you know you did-Cora." a."
My name is Alberta, please sir,
and the veil that had hidden her face
flew aside, and Il long tress of gold
Ell hair floated GU, aud bri ghtened
the night.
The reins fell from Har ,lIs
hands. Alberta caught them skill
fully.
"Tls WE'LL" she said, "that in those
by-gone days you taught me how to
drive"
For one moment her lover gaze,l
at her in open.eyed wonder Then
he gasped,, "Great heavens, what Il
+ or
"rhank you, Mr.. Brown" said
the fair one with i smile.
"Nol you .Alherta,-lhunder and
Mars! no, but me, mySclt-io be sn
near and yet SO tar. What i CON
summale-"
"Skip the hard words; there isn't
the slightest need of them,' inter
rupled Alberta, ,mischievou>ly. "C"ra
thought she'd like Il ride in the big
sleigh, and hadn't the heart TO re-
fuse the child. Hope | haven't i'll
truIc,l, Mr. Brown. Aud now, rs
we're turning into our street, you'd
better take the reinS again"
alberta -Btrlic-->weelhcart say
something kind to me before We
part" grisping both the reins and
the hands that held them.
"What shall l SAY Mr.. Brown"
He bends his head aud looks earn
cSlly in her fac. "Say llaro.d
first"
"Harold," she repeats with Il saucy
smile, and then taking her hands
away, she sinks back and leans her
head on his rhouder, which drops
to meet it, and goes Oh in 4 sottencd
voice: "lm not engaged to Dan
Van Rensselaer,, whom you with
charming consistency, call IN idiot
for loving ne; and my papa, who is
the dearest and best papa il the
whole world, in spite OF your inper-
tincnt remarks about him, cares
nothing about wealth and position
to my happiness, and | myself, lilly
white little hypocrite,' to the contra,
ry, haven't the slightest objection to
turning Brown, my Harold"
"God bless you dearest!'
"Yes, yes, but don't kiss me just
now, please. We're at our own
door, and the light Of the street
lamp is full upon us, and there's dear
old anxious papa peepiny out, trying
to catch a glimpse OF his only daugh'
ter and heircss.'
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