The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1877-02-16

playing with the bottle of cod liver oil !
which DR.. Lindsey had prescribed for |
Mr.. Perrian, and to insure its safety,
she had climbed into a chair, and put it
into the safest place she could find,
quite unconscious that the bottle had
been cracked by the children's play, and
was ozing its liquid contents all over
the shelf where, alas! May had depos
tied the French Grape and sunset colored
ribbon.
May stood a second or two looking at
1t through a mist of tears, while her
heart thrObbed so that she could scarcely
draw a breath.
"What shall 1 do ?" she asked herself.
81 will go to Miss Laplace at once,
and tell her the whole story. l will
throw myself on her kindness and char
ity. The price of hat like this is an
unsurmountable sum to me; to her it
can be but a mere bagatelle. Surely
she can never be cold and cruel to a sis
ter woman"
Miss Eudora Laplace was in her pretty
drawing-room, when the page, with
much social discretion, announced ga
young person to see her"
And May Perrian, following her in
PRODUCTION, almost instantly stood in
the young beauty's presence.
Miss Laplace," said she, 81 am trim
ming hat for you at Madame Denise's
order. Unfortunately, it was ruined"
And she told the simple story. A
dark frown gathered between Eudora's
brows.
"And what do you expect me to do
with it ?" said she. "Of course you
must pay for the materials you have
spoiled"
81 am very, very poor" said May
Perrian with a quivering lip. 'My
father is i'll, and"
"Oh, yes, of course" peevishly inter-
rupted Miss Laplace. "You needn't go
on. 1 know the whole stereotyped
story by heart Do you suppose 1 can
afford to buy costly materials to be ru-
ined by every milliner's girl who chooses
to be careless about them? You will
pay for them, OF course"
miss Laplace-"
"No more alteration, if you please"
said the arrogant beauty, tapping her
foot stOrmily on the carpet. "YOu will
pay for them, that settles it. I do not
intend to be imposed upon by"
'Miss Laplace."
It was a deeper, more serious voice
that interrupted her this time-the voice
of DIR. Lindsey, who parted the daper-
les that divided the boudoir from the
sleeping-room beyond.
"Your voice is raised to pitch that
seriously interferes with the nerves of
your sick sister"
Eudora Laplace colOred, and shrank
away with burning cheeks. OF all liv-
ing beings, she cared most for the opin-
ion of DR.. LauncelOt Lindsey, and had
she dreamed for a second that he was
listening to her, she would have moder-
ated her accents to quite different key.
He advanced quietly into the room,
taking out his pocket-book as he did so.
"Will you allow me to settle the
amount in which Miss Perrian is in
debted to you ?" asked he. "Her father
is particular friend of mine, and"
"Oh, doctor, it is not of the least con-
sequence" said Eudora, in sugared
tones.
'Then why did you not say so to Miss
Perrian ?" brusquely demanded the
physician.
"It's all right, I'm sure, Miss Per-
rian, if that's your name," said Eu.
dora.
And May withdrew with burning
cheeks and dowDcast eyes, murmuring
word or two of thanks to the doctor as
she went.
mot married to DIR. Lindsleyr'
cried EudOra Laplace just three months
afterwards. "What, that milliner's s
girl ?'
"But she's not milliner's girl at all, >"
maliciously retorted Stephania, her sis
ter. "She's the daughter of decayed
gentleman, Pm told, very highly edu-
Gated 4 nd 7 taII yOU what Eu6Ora
you lost your chance the day you scolded
her so about that hat, and he overheard
you. It's your own temper that has
done it, my dear"
1t was too true.
Pity, as we all know, is akin to love.
And when DR.. Lindsey so sincerely
pitied the pretty young victim of Miss
Laplace's anger, the first flame of ten
der feeling famed up in his heart; and
May is the happiest of young brides.
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