The Plymouth Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1878-1901, 1879-07-03
Mrs. Hall took us at our word with

CAtiCAAO plOtul'biIuOCs dud bCAOi Y
nightfall poor Bernard Waller was
snugly installed in the little vacant
room over the wing-a pale, ghostly-
looking creature, babbiing IDLY OF
people and places on the continent
that we never heard of.
DIR. Millet shook his head very
gravely. He Is very sick man, "
was his verdict.
"Kate,' whisper NIFTY, when the
doctor was gone, and the sick man
was all still and settled for the night,
"suppose-suppose he should diel"
I'm that case, NIFTY, l don't think
we should repent that We had done
our duty"
Il am sure We should not" said
NIFTY. softly.
But Bernard Waller did not die.
He got well-and, of course, accord
ing TO all the rules of true love, he
lost his heart to Mitty's blue eyes
and pretty face.
"YJu'll never allow your sister to
marry a painterl.' said Mrs. Hall.
spitefulIy.
Il am sure I have no objection to
her becoming an artists wife, as long
as they love each other" said /,
laughing.
"Well, really" said Mrs. Hall, "if it
were my my Henrietta-"
"But it isn't your Hsnfietta," / In
terrupted, little sharply; lit Is our
nifty. and she has chosen to suit her.
self. and1 for one, am entirely salts
fed"
Well. they were married In q1iet
sort OF way.
lam reaching the enl OF my story
Eow--the romance that irradiated
our lives. when the cake was cut, apd
NIFTY and Bernard had gone on their
tour, with humble little me along in
the capacity OF bridesmaid.
We had travelled all day. and to-
wards night, on glorious October
day, We drove into gate OF spa
cious old place where there were oc-
tagonal towers and ivy-mantled
walls.
"Oh, what flne oil place!' said
Mittly. -Ah, To- K at that lovely, gilt
tering fountain; and the beds OF scar
let geranium. Bernard, are you 60
ing to sketch this place?'
Il may. in time," said my sisters
husband, composedly, as he sprang
out and opened the carriage door.
Are you goiag TO get out here,
Bernard? Do you know the pco-
pie?"
But before he could answer, the
great carved oak doors lew open, re-
vealihg stately entrance hall, with
"A fire burning at the farthest end and
a moss colored carpet on the floor.
Wax lights glowed softly. pictur. s
cleaned dos sn from the walls, chairs
u; holstered in violet velvet stood
around. To NIFTY and me it was like
a glimpse OF fairy land.
who lives here, Bernardo" still
persisted NIFTY, as she advanced tim
idly up the broad marble steps.
Il do. Welcome home. sweet wife /;
welcome home, sister,"
stared blankly at his bright face.
@But. Bernard. We thought you
were poor"
did / ever say I was? When l
came to B to sketch, 1 certainly
saw no occasion 90 proclaim my prl-
vate affairs to the good people there.
1 engaged room at Mrs. Halls be-
cause 1t was convenient. When
was i'll and delirious, could not tell
the truth. When knew how good
and true you two dear girls were, l
resolved that could wait and give
you surprise. l was only an anna
teur artist. am rich, but am Be-
nard Waller STILL"
Now, wasn't tina. a romance? And.
you see, it really happened to NIFTY
and myself. and We are fine ladies
cow, and drive about in our open
barouche behind cream colored
horses. And you can guess how dis
comfitted Mrs. Hall and Henrietta
were when thsy first heard. OF the
real position of the sick artist.