St. Landry democrat., 1879-08-23

had heard for 80 many years of Cynthy's
"Ole Lady" that she listened to the last
demonstration of hers with conposure,
and passed on to "give out" breakfast
a matter of more immediate interest,
Mildred drifted back into the parlor,
seated herself in the other corner of the
fire. place, listened to the wind bowling
down the wide chimney, thought of ships
at sea blown about in such gale as was
brewing. Ships 7-or ship, more prop.
erly.
It was a consolation to Mildred to
observe that whenever she looked toward
BERTHE Rosse, he was looking toward
Ruth. In consequence Roealind grew
more pointedly charming and sparkling.
But poor little Ruth never once raised
her eyes from the piece of knitting che
had taken up. Her mother called her
presently, and she went out of the room,
and did not return. After while Mil
dred followed her. 1t was dull work
chaperoning Rosslind's airtation. She
would 60 and write letter. She passed
Ruth's open door. No light; Ruth
kneeling by the window, her head on the
sill. There was something very desolate
In her little figure in the moonlight.
Mildred scolded away at Bertie Rosse to
herself. Men were the same tickle,
worldly creatures the all the world over.
No, not all men!
She wrote her letter-a long one.
She heard horses' hoefs Gathering down
the avenue by that time. She was seized
with an intolerable thirst, which the
water in her room drawn for hours,
failed to quench. She stole down stairs.
Ruth's door was still open; Ruth still
kneeling in the moonlight. At the head
of the stairs she met Rosalind, lamp in
hand-- Rosalind, with her fresh bloom
and steady smile and dainty dress.
Down into the parlor, where the dying
enters shot up a farewell flame to light
her across the room. Into the dining
room. No wonder Mildred started.
Aunt Cynthy was there before her.
Candle in one hand, axe in the other
she was locsening that board in the wall.
Ssh sh don let 'em hear us honey.
| fought dat ar Mas'r BERTHE would neb-
Der go I's boun' ter see what are benin
dis ar beard. She bin a-gwine on awful.
Nebber know her 30 rampageous befo'.
Eff you hole de candle, honey, I lin push
de axe in better. OATS de kinel Sh !
come out of dat!"
And the board fell out, loosening the
plaster, of oourse, which powdered Aunt
Cynthy and Mildred with it's white dust.
Directly opposite the opening was a
shelf. and on the shelf bag. Cynthy
grasped it eagerly. "It are heavy,
honey; it are money"
The old woman was right it was a
bag of gold. When Mrs. Mason counted
t on the following day it was found to
contain $4,000.
There is Fair Hill legend which &C.
counts for the money being secreted
there, and nothing gives Cynthy greater
pleasure than to relate the legend and
its sequel.
The next morning before breakfast O
note was handed Ruth. "Darling," it
began" or you are my darling, whether
you will be engaged to me or not-I can
not demand time to see you this morning,
50 I send you this line. Why did you
avoid me last nights Why did you go
off without saying good-bye9 III, Ruth,
don't give me up! There ia no woman
in the world for me but you." Poor
little Ruth She dropped a tear upon
these words; she kissed the note; she
| put it in her bosom. What was poverty 2
what was waiting? Youth was brave,
and love was patient.
After breakfast she learned the good
news.
They kept jubilant Thanksgiving
following closely thereupon that year at
Fair Hill. Aunt Cynthy wore turban
yellower and redder than ever. Mildred
was gorgeous in superbly embroidered
crimson scarf, draped tun;c fashion. sent
her by friend over seas, to match which
she pinned late blooming rose in Ruth's
dark hair.
Finally, Rosalind, was radiant, albeit
habitual green, and albeit Berthe had
eyes for no one but Ruth. But what of
that! Rosallnd was provided with
successor to Berty =; and with her, up to
this period, it was undeniably the lover,
and not the man.
Hain't heered notbin' oh de ole lady
sense | TUX that ar board out" Cynthy
told Mildred in the course of the day.
"she done say all she hab got in her
mind"
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