The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1879-12-27
Il LUCKY SOVEREIGN.


ing picture standing in the warm
Juno twilight, and the fragrant
odors of the roses and the wood
bine, and the budding grapevines,
tender scents were fitting tributes
to them.
Two fair young girls, tho same
aye to an hour, and us unlike as
sisters could possibly bo, and each
n perfect type of her own style of
loveliness-both Of them peercsess
in their royal dover of beauty.
Rose stood learning against the
railroud of the veranda, her haugh-
ty eyes, TINT could melt from the
cool, brilliant gray they now look
ed, into such liquid darkness when
occasion rcquired-splendid, calm,
cold eyes were roaming away out
into the gathering dusk that was
falling in Il purple, gray OF tissue
over wood and lawn.
She turned her face toward her
companion. Her eyes suddenly
relaxed in their wandering listlcss
glance, and showed half-vcXed,
half.amused expression.
"But, how much longer arc you
going 10 stay here-at least how
much longer do you want to stop? l
am sure | shall die Of ennui if l
have, much more of it."
20, don't think of going back to
town yet, Rose. | wish we might
never have to 60"
"Never go back? Why, Bell, is
It possible yon are SO infatuated
with the country as to actually
wish that Child, for three months
it is all very we'll to bury ones self,
as we are buried, and Eve no doubt
that mamma will feel much better
and stronger for it; but to stay
longer, in n hired cottage, with on
ly one half grown girl to assist in
the work, and no amuscments Of
any sort, and our joint stock Of
earnings exhausting itself daily
tell you, Bell, | prefer our own
suit OF rooms at home, and my
own music scholars, and your
bookkeeping, with Il chance Of &C.
casional enjoyment"
u dare say you're right dear.
But | do love the country, Rose" "
$50 would l, if, for instance, |
lived in the mansion over yonder,
Fernlcy Court, you know, where
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 Il grand re-
ception given week after he comes
back, and he is expected hourly"
Bell lifted her eyes in a graceful
little gesture Of surprise.
"a rcccption2 Oh, Rose, and Of
course therc'll la n dance. Oh,
dear, how I'd like to 60"
"Of course you'd like to 80. But
do you think for a moment that
the aristocratic families around
here would condescend to associate
with uS?"
Bells face grew stern.
"Why not? We are lAdies born
and bred, if wo do work for a liv-
ing"
"You foolish child. I tell you
our faces and our handsome dresses
if We had them, would take us
where our family name would not.
And | can tell you something else,
bell
The little cato at the roadside
opened at that instant, and the
| sound Of tagging footsteps coming
toward tho house interrupted Roses
remark, and then a dusty, travel
stained man paused at the foot OF
the steps and touched his dingy
hat rim to the girl.
lie was evidently one Of the
many respectable, discouraged,
disheartcncl men one so often sees
tranlping the country in search Of
work.
Rose drew herself up.
"Go away. We have nothing for
you. We don't encourage tramps."
lie touched his hat-the rim was
decidedly battered and dusty.
BEG your pardon, ladies' but if
You will give me a.
Rose swept across tho floor
angrily.
will you march on, or will !
have the dog set on you? Bell, go
tell Jane to unfastcn Rover"
The man turned away slowly, as
if to move was an effort, and Bell
sprang up in IN impulse Of re-
monstrativc protest.
Rose, how can you he so heart
less? lie is pale as death, and
only see how he dr0gs himself
along. iou might have given
him n kind word or u piece Of bread
and butter.
A eontomptuous laugh pcaled
from Roses red lips.
"Tired aud i'll! Drunk and a
thief you'd better say. A piece Of
bread and butter. Absurd, Bell
Bell raised her finger warningly.
"Oh, Rose, don't? he'll hcaryou !"
Rose raised her voice u key high
or.