The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1879-08-21

should have been more careful, bows"
and now the tears rolled down the Good
mans face. II have cleared your name
before the whole college, and that is ali /
can do. Even with poor Carey dead up
stairs, your friends and your enemies
joined in hearty cheer of good will
when told them what ! thought ncces-
sary." 49, 49,. 4
Somehow it came to pass from, that
day till the day Arthur Hoyt left college
he was never again called a Flat
A LUCKY SOVEREIGN, :.
They made strikingly contrasting pic
ture standing in the warm June twilight,
and the fragrant odors of the roses and
the budding grapevines fingered around
them as ifthe tender scents were fitting
tributes to them. 80 u
Two fair young girls, the same age to
an hour, and unlike as sisters could he,
and each a perfect type Of her own STYLE
Of loveliness-both Of them peeresscs in
their royal dover Of beauty.
Rose stood leaning against the railing
Of the veranda, her naughty eyes, that
could melt from the cool, brilliant gray
they now looked into such liquid dark
ness when occasion rcquired-splendid,
calm, cool eyes-were roaming away out
into the.gat6erings dusk that was falling
ina purple-gray vail of tissue over wood
and lawn. -
She turned her face toward her compan-
ion. Her eyes suddenly called in their
wandering, listless glances, and showing
a half-vexed, half-amused expression.
: "Bell, how much longer are we going
to stay here2-a at least how much longer
do you want to stop2 I am sure I shall
die of ennui if have much more of it."
: sob, don't think Of going back to town
yet, Rose. I,wish We might never have
to go back" ."' !
@Never go back? Why: Bell, is it pos
sible you are so infatuated with the coun-
try as to wish that9@ Child, for three
months it is all very we'll to bury ones
self as we are buried, and I've no doubt
mamma will feel much better and strong
er tor it; but to stay longer in a hired cot
tage, with only one half-grown girl to
assist in the work, and no amusemcnts
of any sort, and our joint stock of earn
Jugs exhausting itself daily--I tell you,
Bell, prefer our own suit of rooms at
home, and my music scholars, and your
book keeping, with chance of OCCASION
al enjoyments."
II dare say you arc right, dear. But
l do love the country"
$50 would if, for instance, lived in
the mansion over yonder- Court,
you know-whcre the stately housekeeper
showed us through, and descanted on the
many qualities and vast wealth of its
owner. forgot to tell you, Bell, that
there will be grand reception given a
week after he gets back, and he is OK
pccted hourly"
Bell lifted her eyes in graceful little
gesture Of surprise.
"a receptions Oh, Rose! And OF
course thcre'll he dance. Oh, dear
how I'd ike to go!'
"Of course you'd like to go. But dc
you think for a moment that the aristo.
cratic families around here would con.
descend to associate with us''
Bellies face grew stern.
"Why note We are ladies born and
| bred If we do work for a living"
"You foolish child. I can tell you ou1
faces and our handsome drcsscs-if W.
had them would take us where GU,
family name would not. And I can tell
you something else, Bell 49,"
The little gate at the roadside opened
at that instant, and the sound Of tagging
footsteps coming toward the house inter
rupted Roses remark, and then dusty
travel-stained man paused at the foot Of
the steps, and touched his dingy hat rim
to the girls.
He was evidently one of the many re-
spectacle, discouraged, disheartcned mer
one so often sees tramping through the
country in search of work.
Rose drew herself up.
'Go away. We have nothing for you
We don't encourage tramps here"
He touched his hat-the rim was de
cidedly battered and dusty.
II beg your pardon, ladies, but If vol
will give me a"
Rose swept across the floor angrily.
Twill you march off, or will have til,
dog set on you? Bell, go tell Jane to I'M
tasten Rover.
The man turned away slowly, as if tt
move with an effort, and Bell sprung VI
in an impulse of remonstrative protest.
"Rose, how can you be so heartlcss? III
is as pale as death, and only see how h
drags himself along! You might have lie
him sit down minute, and at least hav'
given him kind word and piece O.
bread and butter.
| A contemptuous laugh pealed from
Roses red lips,
"Tired and i'll! Drunk and thief
you'd better say. A piece Of bread ant
butter! Absurd, Bell!''
Bell raised her finger warningly.
"Oh, Rose, don't, he'll hear you!'
Rose raised her voice key higher.
"Let him hear then! Perhaps you ha,
better sit and watch that he does not fain
and fall"
| She swept haughtily into the house
leaving Bell with her cheeks flushing
and compassion born Of the swee
womanly sympathy glowing in her blu
eyes as she watched the man walk slowly
painfully, along, and finally halt at tn
gate, as if in utter encouragement at tn
long stretch of the road between hin
and the next house, where he might fin'
what Rose had rudcly denied-the mag
nificent country seat of Granville, iron
whose doors no beggar was ever turne'
away hungry.
| Bell saw him, and her quick instinc
told her what she imagined his manne
meant.
| Quick as bird, she dashed up stair
to her room and snatched her portman
teau from the bureau drawer, and wa
down again with sovereign in her hand
as she ran swiftly after him, still leaning
against the gate post, and still looking
with that same strange expression o.
his pale face, at the towers of Fernlc,
Court,
| MHere nlease It isn't much hut il,