The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1879-08-27


behind screen Of filagree work, to look over
the editorial. Customers came and went, un-
needed by him until a low gentle voice, that
sounded familiar, fell upon his ear. He look
ed up to behold the dark brown eyes Of the
little slipper maiden. Harry was examining
some ornaments she had placed for his inspec-
tion.
= You do not wish to part with the picture
itself, suppose, . he was saying.
!" No, wish to have it when the settings
are removed. 1t is very precious--it is pic
ture ofmy mother.n
The slight culver in the voice arrested Har-
rvs attention he looked at her more partic-
ularly. He knew something of the signs of
sorrow, and he was sure the wistfnl face was
no stranger to it,
" Perhaps could dispose of thcm," he
said. T" The jewels are good, especially the
diamonds and emeralds. will give you two
hundred and fifty. Win that meet your ex-
pectations -
I" shall be quite satisfied" she answered
briefly. g You may come in tomorrow.
will have the settings removed from the pic
ture. What is the name 9n Elite Went
worth /" The words thrilled Horace like a
strain of sweet music. He took out his diary
and wrote, Ettie Wentworth.
Harry counted out the money and laid 1t in
the young girls hand, and with a low thank
YOU she glided away.
Harry took up the picture and turned to
friend, but he had disappeared. After few
minutes he came in.
CIV Where did you run to SO suddenly p"
asked Harry.
ooh, up the street."
Here are some regard jewels brought by
one of the sweetest faced little maidens in
New York. You ought to have been here
g You talk as though sweet faces were
scarce in New York., returned Horace.
+" But there are few like her she seemed a
forest flower among rare exotics.o
Customers came in and interrupted the con-
versation and few minutes after they left to
call at Mrs. Inns.
1t was Monday evening, the evening when
that lady was " at home" to her most init
mate friends. These were generally entertain
ed in the boudoig, which was furnished with
requisite taste, and communicated with the
parlor by sliding doors, usually thrown open
any one felt unsteady inclined. The few who
were admitted were on intimate terms with
some one, or all of the family accordingly
all stiffness and fashionable etiquette were
banished. The party gathered there on this
particular evening consisted of Mrs. Linn,
Florry, Bell, Willie Fransom "a nephew of
Mrs. Linus, J and two lady friends with their
escorts. This small circle resembled very
much family group. Mrs. Linn was seated
directly under the chandelier, her small fin
gers deftly flying over delicate piece of cro-
Chef work. Florry and Willie Fransom were
deep in game of chess and the two init
mate friends with their escorts were having a
game of euchre. Bell had withdrawn to the
dimly lighted parlor, where she was amusing
herself with some broken chords and vara-
tions the soothing dreamy cadence Of which
floated to the adjoining room, giving an addi-
tional charm 10 the cozy elegance reigning
there. When Horace and Harry were usher
ed in by the aristocratic ebony porter that pre-
sided over the stately entrance, there was
stir in the various groups, as greetings were
exchanged. But tranquility was again restor-
ed, and the amusement continued, with two
change of parties.
Willie Fransom decamped for the post of
flee, leaving his vacant seat at the chess board
to be occupied by Horace, and Bell, having
received sweet smile and sweeter kiss with
in shadow of the parlor door, had now an APP
preciative listener TO her music.
Florry was looking charming in an elegant
wine coored MORE, with point lace trimmings.
Horace could not but admire the incompara-
bly, beautiful hand as it wandered over the
chess board, an occupation fitted to display
its fair proportions to the best advantage. -
Mrs. Linn watched them underneath her long
eyelashes, and built airy castles, in which she
found herself calling upon the elegant Mrs.
Maynard, in her stately homo on Fifth Ave-
nue.. But Horace's mind was not ON the chess
board that evening he was planning much
more earnestly how to become acquainted
with the little slippered maiden, than to
checkmate his partner. Visions of regard
jewels, and soft brown eyes were dancing be-
fore him, and above the dulcet tones of Flor
ny Sinclare, he heard the sweet low tones of
Elite Wentworth.