Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1879-02-07


Gus tact and skin And the manner II
which she understands my absent-minl-
ed ways and contrary orders is ahSolue-
II wonderful. Who else, for inStan9,
would know that often when | Sh'
shoes | mean hat. and vice versa AMI
who else could translate both dark anil
white meat and the Chinese, You &noy,
my dear, into chicken salad and nor
pudding% She's i treaSurc-rhynS
like bird, poses hike an angel, and-F
HAS she no lovers" asks the olduk.
lady, looking solemnly over her swt-
tacleS.
Lovers Bless YOU. No. Never h.
slightest SigE OF one. Her mother NS
All old maid; that Is, She wasn't whel.--
| mean She was before she Was marrid.
Lovers Good graciouSl don't speak Of
such a thing. should murder then.
And I'm quite sure Alicia the name
of my next heroine she explains, il
answer TO questioning look from Ter
aunt-"has never dreamed Was thaa
knock ut the door9 lit be Alicia, II
ter; anybody else, depart imnledias-
""
The door opens in obedience to It's
command, delivered III 4 loud vote,
With much emphasis, and Alicia a
tiers with downcast eyes and blaze
edged letter in her hand.
II don't want IL l Woathave it'll
most screams her mistress. | hate hlak
letters. lake it away"
cit is not for You, nla'am. Ii is min;
and--and" with faltoring voice. Il fer
| must leave you.
"LsdW me!' shouted Mrs. GlennloS
land, starting to her feet and droppie
the cat, and III her excitement she SEES
the worn garment the elderly lady hs
hecn carefully patching and daring
for the Vast hour, from that worthy pc
sons hands. and reuds il from top j
bottom. leave rs, What can vi
mcau-what ID YOU mean
My grandfather has sent for m,
ma'am. His wife is dead, and he sas
il il my duty Is come and live via
him, rs have no other relative in III
world
lind are gou qoino?" demands Mr.
Gleumoreland, in tragic tones.
II DO not know how to refuse
''Gerald, Denys' calls Mrs. Glet
moreland, loudly, running across he
room and llingins the door wide opel
Come here instantly.
In flies her husband, Il lump of ca'
III his hand, and down PUSHES Denys
palette ON thumb.
"Thunder and Mars! my darling
what's up asks Gerald.
" BY Jovel mother, how you fright
encd me. thought the house was OF
fire, says or son.
Ciwendolen - Jessie = Browneyes-
Alicla She pointing ut the weepns
girl, is going away, never to return.
Going away" repeats her husband
striking MS head with his right hand
and then stalking wildly about tn,
room, totally unconscious that he hai
lett the lump Of clay amongst his ravel
eurls.
Browucyes leaving us forever" re
proachfully cries Denys.
F" After I've loved her all these years,
sobs Mrs. Glenmoreland.
And I've loved her I'LL these years,
says Mr. GlenmoreAnd.
Ard I've begins Denys, and thel
stops with blush that is reflected il
the girls sweet face.
Gong to her grandfather -horHl
old hunks who never thought Of hei
before he killed her stcp-grandmamma
and who only wants her now 70 say,
the expense of hiring housekeepel
and nurse, which Inc Is well able to do
the venerable wretch And sire thinks
ii her duty to 20, because he's her only
relative. And I've always felt us thougI
! were her mother" and, overcome
with emotion, Mrs. Glenmorelaud drop
into her chair again.
And |, MS though were her father,
asserts the sculptor.
And i, AZ though were hel
broth" says the painter and stops il
confusion us before.
Jessie turns from one to the Other
with elasped hants and streaming
eyes. 81 shall never, never be n
happy anywhere Us have been here
| would have been content to have serv
ed you all my life. But how could
reconcile il To my conscience if, without
sufficient reason, disregarded the APP
peal Of my only relative, and that rela.
tive my mothers father"
" But he needn't be your only rela-
tive, 4" says Denys, earnestly illnging
his palette, paint-side down, on III
mothers silken lap, and springing with
one bound, to the young girls sid.
There can be other and nearer reli-
tives than grandGathers, Browneyes. 1
never knew how dearly loved you u
this moment. / cannot bear tih
thought Of losing you. | want Yog
hand and heart. Take me for yop
husband, dearest. and then y5ur dus
will be 70 share my fortunes foreve-
more.
Jessie, the innocent child, holds b
her pretty mouth for his kiss befoe
them all-the cat il playing with br
grandfather's letter-and wcnde1l
smile turns to diamonds her tears.
The very thingw proclaims J.
Glenmoreland.
"Of course says the wife. ivy
didn't you think Of ii before, you IT,
some boy, and save all this both 2
And now 20 away, all Of you. ! hte
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