The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1879-11-06

~ searched, the little taxermidst grew
disconsolatc. a..
"You would think the old lady burned
up everything on purpose to make troub.
le," he said; wouldn't you now2 What
can man do with all this confusion of
LIE Barons and Platts and Morpeths?
They have all married and got all differ
ent names long ago, most likely. Why,
Mr.. Freke, what is it? what have you
found, sir2" tor his companion had utter
ed sudden exclamation.
There, on the shelves of buffet which
he had just opened, were ranged IN bright
rows platters and dishes and cups of mag
niicent India china, blue, crimson and
gold, with on each the same little shield
and monogram IN sharp, cleaning lines
Of color, which he had last seen in faded
tints on the old plate in Mrs. Sabina
Marsh's cupboard months before. TWAS
certainly the same; he recognized instant
ly. But how came it there? And what
was the link between this rich and lonely
woman and Mrs. Marsh and pretty Raby
in their quaint solitude and bare power
ty.
He made no distinct explanation to the
puzzled executor, but advised him to de-
fer advertising for little while; and the
next day but one found him at the gate
of the old house again. No bright girl
face smiled a welcome this time. Raby
had gone back to her school-teaching,
and Aunt Sabina, grim as ever, received
him.
Her distant and suspicious manner
gradually thawed as she .discerned the
meaning of his questions. Mrs. Morpeth
was herl aunt her mether's: sister. Her
grandmother's name Was Plat, and her
mother was the Barbara Holdsworthv
Hagen of the china monogram. Yes,
her mother did marry a lie Baron. He
was Frenchman. He did not live very
long after the marriage. Did he turn
out badly? She could notsay-it wasn't
for her to speak il! of her own father.
but the family took <ofense and never
would have anything to do with her
mother afterward. No, she never saw
her aunt and she never wanted to-. In
her opinion they treated her mother
saansetttlly: Raby's mother was older
than she, two years older. She was
dead now, and SO was Mr.. Glenn. Raby
was the only child. Prove it, Why, Of
course she could, but why should she2
Everybody knew about the Marshes and
Glenns- everybody that had any business
to, that was. And pray why did the gen.
tleman ask all these questions con-
Germ was it ofh1s, anyway?
So Raby was the heiress.
There was a great deal of confusion in
Ernest Freke's mind after this. He gave
his best services to proving Raby's title
and putting her IN possession of her great
aunu's bcquest, and for this end it was
needful they should meet; but these in
tervlews were Of a strictly business char
acter. Ernest kept them so. II won't
make up to girl now she is rich, whom
| dcliberatly turned away from when she
was poor" he said to himself. Raby
was not little grieved at this turn of
affairs. Gle won't even let me thank
him comfortably" she told her aunt.
Gle just bows and goes away"
After a while she and Mrs. Marsh
came to the city, and then they met off,
ener. There were plenty Of people to
show attention to a young and beautiful
he1ress. Mrs. Hunter, among the rest,
was especially enepressee in her c1vil1ties.
Mr.. Frekc was always encountering Miss
Glenn at dinners or at parties, and after
while he ceased to fight against the
new and sweet influence that had. come
into his life. He asked Raby to marry
him, telling her the manly truth about
himself, and leaving her to judge the
matter.
II don't think you were to blame
much!'' pronounced Raby, lifting her
soft eyes with a look that sent thrill to
all his tense nerves. A man can't always
marry girl even if he likes her. And
you had only seen me three times you
know. It was much more honorable in
you to stop then, than to 90 on little
longer and make me like you-more.'
This "more' was irresistible. Itcaused
an interruption.
''There's one thing I would like so
much to do" resumed Raby, little later.
"You'll help me manage 1t, won't you,
Ernest? want to send Mrs. Hunter one
of those big plates, like that old cracked
one which she wanted to buy. Do you
think I might, and will you take it to
here" 1t is Il sort of debt, for if she
hadn't come curiosity-hunting that dav
l might never have seen you, or heard
of Aunt Morpeth or her will, CIR"
"Bless the old plate, then ~ interrupted
Ernest Freke. ''Send Mrs. Hunter new
one, by all means; but that old one we
will have framed, and hang up on our
walls, and keep alwaya, won't we, Raby2"
Aud they did.-Hnrper's Bazar.
A Fisherman on a Tramp.
Whilst a fisherman named Bill was