The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-10-22

| 10 let MS aunt and sister know OF hs
welfare, but, being naturally averse to
peLmanship, his letters were very laconic,
and, beyond few expressions of graft
tude, contained nothing of any moment.
The unlucky subject Of the ring was now
never touched upon; Marion, Us will be
remembered, was at school when the cir
eumstanees connected with it happaeed,
and John Farley easily OWNED from her
letters that her aunt had not told her
anything about his misfortune. Hence,
he, toe, WAS silent on the subject.
One evening, just before dinner, Mar
ion was in one of those peculiarly high
spirited moods which had lately over
taken her, and had evidently bestowed
the greatest care on her toilette, which,
together with a new fashion she had
adopted of wearing her hair, became her
exceedingly. She was in the drawing
room, at the lpiano, and rattling off with
grand brilliancy a succession of the gay
est and lveliest waltzes, when her aunt
entered, stopping her ears.
Marion, Marion;' she exclaimed, 'how
loud you are playiugl You know l do
not like that kind Of music. Leave off,
pray leave off And dear me, girl, what
have you been doing to your head? you
are forever twisting and twirling your
hair into the most fantastic forms. / am
sure Mrs. Sykes would never have al
lowed you t. disfgure yourself so, and
why you should Il.
MY dear aunt, you are quite mistaken;
Miss Sykes used to let us dress our hair
just as we pleased, and l have grown
tired of wearing it plastered down fiat to
my head Like Quakeress.'
Indeed, you might initiate worse mod
els than Quakeresses; and for nv part,
I think young ladies would do we'll al
ways to attend rather to what pleases
their elders than themselves; and you
know have said quite enough from
time to time for you to understand that
1 prefer your hair dressed in a more
modest and quiet style. Pray don't let
me see you come down again such fig
ure.'
Mrs. Scobell, having put on her specta-
cles the better to examine the disputed
'coiffare, had now walked close up to the
piano, Just as Marion, biting her lip with
vexation at the reprimand, was lightly
passing her taper fingers over her
much-elevated roll of hair. She was
about to make some further injudicious
remark, when the old lady, with sud-
den gesture of surprise, seizing Marion's
hand exclaimed with vehemence quite
unnatural to her:
why, where did you get that ring? I
never gave it to you; tell me instantly
where you got it. Why, it is the ring
that John said he had lost-the ring Of
all Others / most prize, and that he pro-
fessed to have left in coat pocket! Tell
me quickly, did he give it to you? and if
not he, who? Take it off Immediately;
it belongs to me. / would not lose it for
the world. Give it to me, child, this
moment, and tell me where you got it..
Why don't you speak? Why don't you
answer?' And, without waiting for Mar
rion to reply, she began to twist and
screw at the finger, and succeeded in get
ting the ring off, and holding it in her
now trembling hands close to the lamp.
Still speaking very fast, as if to herself,
she. went on:
Yes, yes; Of course it is the same.
should have known it amongst a thou
sand. What can all this mean? Have /
been duped, robbed, by that ungrateful
boy? and has his sister the face to faunt
his petty thievings under by very eyes?
Am l in a dream? Am ! going-g
And, her excitement overcoming her, she
she tottered back step Or two, and sank
fainting into an arm chair, just as Mar
ion, bewildered and pale, hastened to her
and rang the bell for assistance.
no BE Continued