Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1878-01-26

next, there was Il hurrying to aud fro.
There were packages, and packs, and one
great box s,nuggled il tha, was not open
ed until the evening Of tie third day
Come, Maggie And Nettie's eyes had
a strange, triumphant look, as She led me
to the room hencefnrth to be, call her
own.' Help 1ne lift this ou., please.'
And opening the great box she pointed
t" Il crib, with b!ue-and-w silk cover
tid and pilio Ms encased in finest embroid
"ry. Quick. Maggie! it is getting late
she'll be here soon:'
who'll be here soon7 What does all
ShIs mean What arc yon going to dor
These ard a host more of questions 1
sskcd, as l hurried rs fast asI could con-
sidering my surpriae, to help the article
into the chamber and looked around
still more confounded.
There was Il bed in the room, with
',;' ny ings of rosecololed satin and white
lace. Tapestry was new and brighter
-ha:. ever. There was paper of green
velvet on the walls. before white, and tho
hangings at the window matched thoss
Of the bed. There We're couches and di-
vuns easy-chairs and ottomans; there
we're pictures and shells, birds, flowers
md books, but above all, that cradle!
Nettie opened closed door, and saw
black dresses and skeletons too short for
Nettie. She raised trnnklid, and there,
in peaceful order, lay arrayed more baby
what it all meant, and saw her leading
n pretty little blonoe lady in black
with a baby in her arms.
Mrs: Rosie Fay, Miss Evans, Maggie,
Mrs. Fay
gave sigh Of relief, for now COM
,rehend all. This was Nettie's guest.
She kissed the little lady, and led me
away through the upper hall to dark
south room.
Look through this glass. Maggie I
looked. At "Rose Cottage" saw Harry
Floyd bending over pale, motionless Ag-
ncs. A minister tood beside an alabas-
ter fount, and all were surrounded by
anxious, pale faces, while in the house
and at every window lights were glanc-
ing here and there, as if searching for
something.
What is all this, NettieF
My revenge! Is it not completef
There will be no baptism at Rose Cottage
tonight. 1 have the bird in my own
pretty cage. And as Rosie Fay has been
six months a widow, and three days
clidless, she has come from her home in
the East to care for my haoy now. And
Rose Cot is without an heiress.'
.Nettie, will she be silentY'
Yes, dear Maggie; silent as the grave!
She is to be our guest to all who see her
even the servants. I wonder if he il
happy nowi He should have known
better than to tritle with me" And for
the last time that wild laugh rang out
and made ME shudder as listened to it
echoing along the halls.
Five years more are gone, and little
Nettie Fay'-so We call her--is still an
inmate Of our household, with Rose to
guard her.
Harry Floyd has not ceased to wear
the old, weary look, and Agnes is colder
and haughtier than in her girlhood. Net
tie and are still unwedded, and will
never marry.
WAS talking to Rosie to-day, ard
have learned. for the first time, that it
was for her that Arthur forgot me. I'll
love her more than ever now, because
Arthur loved her.
Tin glad dear Nettie has her revenge
for since the night of its completion. she
has seemed her Old self again, and seems
content in giving to little Nettie the love
that was once her fathers. She laughs
her own a eet laugh, and we are living
the old days Of long ago.