The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1879-10-09

Vinity OF yours!
'"The sweetest Marian Lang
ton.
And Harry pronouced it tenderly ca
ressingly.
Pretty enough name. but nam
alone is not much Who is she? Wher
does she live? What's she worth?"
And then Harry knew that the tug o
war was at hand.
swell, uncle, Miriam lives at th'
Hamptons, She's nursery governess
and she's poor as church mouse, sir
and / love her."
Mr.. Mortimer frowned.
"Then get out of love again just a
soon as you can, for if you marry an.
other girl than the one I've picked ou
for yon you know the consequences"
Harry looked at him.
"rhe girl you've picked out?''
Just So Miss Arabella Barr, wortl
a cool quarter of million, ard an or
phan and a beauty. She is visitor
from Liverpool now at the Browns
Talk about your veetness and youl
loveliness! Miss Arabella's the haud'
somest glrl l ever laid eyes Oh, aul I'm
a judge, Hairy. Something of the
blonde, you know"
Harry shook his head.
"Im sorry, sir; but I had already
made up my mind before spoke to
you. know perfectly we'll what re-
sIgu for Miriam's sake; but, sir, / loye
her, and nothing would compensate me
for the loss of her"
stuff and nonsense! At your age,
too, when there's pretty faces to pick
from everywuere! You are not going
to be fool, Harry-an-an ass, l Was
going to say! Put on your hat and
come mp to Mrs. Browns with me, and
I'll convince you you Can be mistaken
in imagining there's but one pair OF
eyes in the world for you. I'll guaran-
tee that ore 6 ance from Arabella' s
eyes will settle you. I've seen hen, you
know, at a distance, aud he's-well,
come ard see for yourself"
Harry laughed as he took up his
hat
"Of course I'll go. Inever could re>
sist the temptation of looking at pref
ty girl. But tell you it s no use; In
going to marry my little Miriam"
And for all Mr.. Mortimer's face be-
etme very flushed, and his eyes angry,
and his forehead full of deep, wrinkly
frowns, he did not say much more up
on the subject while they were walking
down towards the avenue.
But Mrs Brown was not at home
when they arrived there, aud Mr. Mor1
timer was forced to be, content with
simply leaving their cards.
Unless you wish to see Miss Burr
sir. Sne is ut home, in the back
Sarlor."
But Mr.. Mortimer had not as yet had
the great happiness of an introduction
to Miss Burr, and SD he was obliged to
murmur something about "some other
time, and regrets and pleasu ure."
Nevertheless. as they passed. the rose
hung bay windows, were the lace cur
tains swaying to.and fro in soft, per
funny breeze, Mr.. Mortimer could not
resist glace into the precincts of the
back parlor. aud having locked, he
nudged Harry's arm delightedly.
II here she IS now! Take a good
look at her. See her sitting by the
back window, with her hair ali crinkly
and poffy? Amt she a beauty? Did
you ever see finer-turned shoulder in
your life? Bless met it makes me wish
WAS twenty years younger! Wouldn' t
l enter the list aud cut you out?'
But Harry m Ike no answer.
He stood starring at the lovely, grace
ful figur, with the golden hair lying
looselyon the shoulders, and a tiny
spray of blue hyacnths nesting
amoag the fossy puffs.
"Is that Miss Burr? Are you sure it
is she?'
"Am I a fool or amt !? I'm not
purblind yet that know of, if am
rising seventy. Is 1t Miss Burr? Yes,
it is-the girl I've picked out for you
to make my niece"
They walked away together, Harry
unusually quiet, while uncle Mortimer
talked vigorously.
"Will you marry her-thats the
question? Yes or no? Consider it we'll,
Harry-a beautiful, ladylike. educated
wife, with fortune beside herself, my
blessing and favor, and luxurious,
happy home, with no wish ungratified.
Watching, summer residence ut the sea-
side, continental travel when yon wish
everything, and that lovely girl for
your own. Or"
And the ominious silence was sniff
cieut description of the reverse side OF
the picture.
Then Harry laughed.
eff you wish me to marry that beau-
tifuI girl you showed me, I'll do it.
She has captivated me already"
And old Mr.. Mortimer slapped Har>
ry's shoulder heartily.
"Bless the boy! knew he hadn't
an idea what darling she was. Now,
90 ahead. Mrs. Brown and l have
talked it over. and the lady herself is
willing to meet you. All you've to do
4, is an easy wak-over. To morrow In
off On a visit to Canada for three
months, and when come back I'd like
to bring your bride wedding present
-eh, Harry?"
'.It shall not be my fault, uncle Mor>
timer"
Al ,rl,;lo Mr. Jaspnr Mortimer WAS