St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1878-12-07

1t SO neatly against himself that he
WAS delighted. Thereupon ensued
q war of words between the two, in
which tho gentleman soon found
himself worsted.
Mrs. Clinton looked ut the girl in
She thought her rather
plain at first, but with the flush o.
her cheek, and the newly kindled
fire in her dark eyes, she seemed to
have discarded All icy mask. TWAS
evident that the unfeigued cordial
ity of her entertainers had pene-
trat.d through the crust of reserve
which had hidden At first her live
ly, sprlghtly ways.
She WAS without an ornament;
but her mothers collar WAS fastened
by brooch, old-fashioned but very
handsome. 1t was evidently q me
mento OF the past; for it contained,
underneath Il crystal covering, two
locks OF hair--ons black Us jet, the
other glistening. golden curl. A.
they lett the dinlns-room, Min.
Clinton drew Alines arm within her
own and said pi,.yfully:
MY brave little defender must be
rewarded. Come with me u my
room before we go into the pa-lor.
Hill you come too, Mrs. Blunen-
thal?"
So they went up stairs together,
and Mrs. Clinton took an elaborate
ly carved breas.-pin of pink corui
from her jewel case, and fastened it
beneath the heecy rutiie which en-
circled Aliue's round white throat.
There. that gives you Il touch ot
color. Wear it for my sake"
IAline did not have time to reply,
for her mother gave q low moan and
fell heavily forward. Catching u
bottle Of smelling salts from the
toilet table, the girl sprans to her
and held it to her nostrils. 1t re-
vived her, and she said feebly:
Where AIN |? uh, | remember
Do not be alarmed. / have heart
disease, and anything agitating is
sure to bring on an attack"
but, mamma" said Aline, Won
! d.riugly, what could have happen.
ed in this quiet room to agitate you
so:"
Mrs. Blumenthal seemed for Q
moment bewildered. Then her full
recollection returned, and she said
TO Mrs. Clinton:
will you look at this, and tel
me if l am laboring under delu
sion!"
She removed her brooch, ano
touching u spring, it opened ane
| disclosed an exquisitsly painted
| miniature. Fanny's heart throbbee
strangely--she foresaw a strang,
denouement to the scene. 1t Wal
the portrait of al elegant lookin.
lady in her prime. uni the lars,
flashing black eye seemed looking
out at her from Aline's young face
rs well as from a hfe-size oil paint
ing which hung upon the wall herr
in her very room.
+, She looked from the miniature K
the portrait, and then said: q
think know the calise of your emo
ton, and if it is as / surnsse, Thu
; will be one of the happiest days IN.
husband has ever known. Tell ME
/; Are YOU Mary Carn,ichasl?"
| 81 am said the woman solemnly
| She paused, afraid to nsk the ques
! ton which trembled upon her lips
NV mother where is she" sh1
said mt last.
/ "She has been ut rest for man,
| years." Fanny answered gently.
/ A burst of tears from the unhap
py woman answered her.
"She forgave you fully and freely
and died with your name upon he
lips"
| MY punishment seems create
than / can bear-but It's no NOR,
than l deserve. / was an migrate
! full child"
o"Husa," said Mrs. Clinton, glanc
ing toward Aline, who stood a won
dering spectator of her mother
remorseful grief. Let us go aut
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