St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1879-05-03

Ilopc, HIS OiliN SlSter. his pet, MS
darling, looked ut him with IL flush
of pride on her own charming face,
SO like his, except for the delicate.
oleander-tiower tint ON her cheeks,
and the darker tinge of her violet
eyes, that had the same hint of
lauguor and suppressed fire in them,
the same well-shaped nose, the
same curling lashes.
She looked at him, and thought
how grand it was to have him home
for good and although of what
Florence Sydney had said about
him-pretty, piquant Flo, who had
been Iva's bosom friend and conf
dent for years. who had read all OF
Rutherfurd's letters to his sister,
and who had fallen desperately in
love with his picture.
So Iva thought of al this. and a
little smile parted her lips, making
the lovelicst dimple ON one cheek,
as she thought of Florence Sydney's
daily expected arrival for a long
visit, and how her handsome brother
would be sure to succumb, and give
her Flo for sister.
Mr.. Hope saw the smile and
looked curieusly at her.
well, tell me what is SO pleas
ant for you to contemplate"
Iva's smile developed into q JOY
full little laugh
II was thinking what n splendid
time We will have when Florence
comes. Oh, Rutherford, you must
fall i'll love with he'! She is just as
sweet Us sweet can be, and--oh,
heircss to / can't tell how much!"
Her enthusiasm fell on very rocky
ground, for Mr.. Hope only settled
himself more lazily in the corner of
the phaeton, and pulled his hat
over his eyes to shield them from
the sun.
"You are very considerate, my
dear, in Offering such u charming
temptation, but l may rs well re-
lieve your anxious mind ut once,
and assure you that of oil things I
detest in this world, one is your
schoolgirl divinity, and the other
an heiress!"
A frown, that was very becom-
ing, wrinkled Iya's low. white fore
head.
"Oh, Rutherford! The idea of
despising Miss Sydney because she
has money! Suppose. when / go
out into society, the same remarks
are applied to mee"
He showed his teeth for a second
in an amused smile.
Don't be- profound, Iva. You
are sweet. and pretty, and refined"
She broke in, excitedly:
"And Florence isa hundred times
more SO. Rutherford, please don't
be ugly when she comes!"
Ugly! Iugly? Now, sis, that's
rough. But I tell you frankly 1
don't anticipate seeing much of her.
can enjoy it in imagination-im-
portant, naughty. vulgarly consci-
ous of her personal and golden
charms! No, thank you. Iva! When
marry, it will be to a girl who
never knew what it was to have
second silk dress to her name-one
Of your quiet, gentle. sensitive flow
erets, who will have to owe every
hing that makes life pleasant and
happy to me-
After that the drive didn't seem
20 pleasant, and Iva's cheeks were
more flushed than
Usual. when she threw the reins to
he groom in waiting, and ran up
he marble steps to greet yelled
md linen-suited young lady who
had arrived a moment before.
In the elegant, large bedroom,
o which Iva conducted her guest,
he girls had long, confidential
ak.
1T is too awfully horrid in him,
florence! l knom he would just
forship You if he knew you. but he
'ill not give you chance to be-
ONE intimately acquainted. If you
ser a poor. lonely Florence