Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-08

helping her mother. who had not been as
well as usual, and had not touched her
pencils though she did look longinsly up
the bright hill-path almost every day
when one day servant from the house
On the hui came to the cottage with a let
ter for Miss Lila Rubens.
Letters were not with Lila everyday
occurrences; and she pulled open the en-
velope with sparkling eye and glowing
cheek. The color did not fade in her
beautiful cheeks when four rustline bank
notes dropped out from the folds Of thick.
satiny paper.
her mother picked them up in silent
astonishm- mt, while Lila read the letter.
When she had finished the last line.
she tossed it into her mothers lap with a
little cry OF delight.
"One hundred dollars, mamms, for nv
pictures! What happy to morrows we
will have some day! We will have
home OF our own, where you shall pre-
side IN all your own sweet dig
nifty, and never be tired Or careworn any
more. And we win make little summer
excursions out into the world and see the
beautiful places that have dreamed of.
Tomorrow won't be dream then. mo-
Their, but happy reality
She did not tire of talking of her to-
morrow, which already glimmered in the
horizon with rosy light, until her mo-
ther kissed her, and told her she must
not sit up to see it.
cit will come all the same, darling.
whether You wake or sleep; and YOU
must be up early so as to go up and
thank your artist friend. See, he does
not sign his name," sic continued,
smoothing out the cream-hued paper;
land it is strange that no one seems to
know it."
"I'll ask Tomorrow" said Lila, laugh
ing, land your curiosity shall be satls-
fed
But when Lila, after thanking him,
III her own sweet, impulsive fashion, for
taking so much trouble to find pur-
chaser for her pictures, did ask him, he
was mute, and q veXed frown crossed his
features. Hel own face was covered
with crimson bushes in moment, and
at that sight lie smiled again
/ have been your friend, more Ior
your mothers sake more than your own,
child; and you may tell her that I will
call tomorrow and see if she remembers
Hugh Murray"
Lila could scarcely wait until she
reached home to find out the mystery,
but she did not discover it then.
Perhaps Mrs. Ruben's dl--lns had
been haunted by pair of brown eyes
that used to look lovingly into hei own;
perhaps she remembered q musical voice
that used to ring in her ears in the care
less days Of her own girlhood. BE that
as it may, when his name dropped from
Lilia's lips, she turned away without q
word, snd shut herself into her own
room, where Lila dared not follow.
She was away. giving lesson in draw
ing to Christabel Golding, when Hugh
Murray called at their little cottage, and
so did not see the pink blush on her
mothers face as the old lover took her
hand, she missed seeing the tear that
stole down the pink cheek as he told her
over again the story he thought ne had
told 80 many years before.
"And you really wrote me that, Hugha
And you thought me heartless--whe
never got your letter2"
Lila heard that much as she passed
under the sitting room window; and she
rushed IN just in time to see Hugh Muir
ray stoop to kiss her mothers check.
And the mystery was explained! II
seemed queer at first, of course; but Lila
was sensible girl and made the best OF
it: and to-day she is queen at Murray
Hill, spoiled, as her mother constantly
asserts, by her artist friend.
Lila laughs and losses her head, and
then runs out in the garden to wander up
and down the rose borders, and wonder
when her romance will begin!
But her tomorrow viii surely come