Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1879-11-08
,MARY'S LOVER.

| Mr.. Rhy burns boarding house, and as
our brief story has much to do with y
quartette of these persons, description
Of them will be appropriate.
| There was Florella Rayburn, the land
lady's daughter, smpering, select and
six andtwenty, ard Miss Florella loved,
or imagined she did, mammals first boar
| der, Mr.. Ernest Davenport, an honest
headed young man whom Tlorel,a's trif-
| ling tippancy disgusted, had of late
| shown a decided preference of Mary
Brown, plain but pretty, and an humble
table girl at the fashionable boarding
| house.
| For young Davenport was an eccentric
person, rich and independent, and yet
with all his dignity and manliness he
blushed confusedly one night when he
entered the parlor abruptly and found
Miss Brown seated at the piano playing
a qnet melody. AS he stood there he re-
| allied the vast difference in favor of the
poor little maiden, between her and 9TH
| cr ladies', butterflies of fashio.,, useless
and vain, of the samo illl as Florepa.
The household were all absent ut he
come opportunity of their absence to
play upon the piano some of the sweet
old tunes she had known in an elegant
home before her fathers bankruptcy, and
death had driftcG her :. homeless waif
upon cold world. ------------
'Mss Blown!"
She started from her seat at the piano
wit Il
as she turned aud confronted DR.. Daven-
port.
'Oh! excuse me- she said, confuscdly,
Il had thought you were all gone
'Wc had, but returned. Resume your
seat, beg of you, Miss Brown
There was So much of courteousness,
consideration and respect in his tone of
voice that she involuntar:ly resumed her
seat, with the nurlnured words:
Mrs. Rayburn would not like my in
| trusion in tho parlors, and
And request it, Miss Brown. AS a
favor to me please play some of those
sweet old home airs
| Aud she playcd-p1ayed herself into a
rcveric of mingled sadness and JOY, and
her admircr clear into love with her.
Thus, the one rap with her play ying, the
other engrosscd and attentive, the re-
turning boarders found them. Miss Flo
rclla lifted her hands in mute surprise.
Finally she confronted Mary, who had
arisen from the piano, confused and
blushing.
You here" calculated Miss Florella.
Such impudcuce.'
Mary's eyes flashed proudly and Ter
lips parted as though she would speak.
Controlling herself, however, she walked
quietly towards the door.
Stay" spoke the imperious voice of
Mrs. Rayburn. Mary, you have left
your duster on the piano.
AS sic spoke she handed the girl the
feather dustcr.
'Ifyou care to remain in my employ
fine your company to the place where the
lustcr bclonSs-the dining ROOM
One moment, Mrs. Ray onrn,' broke in
| Davcnport's iuHeNiblc voice. II insist
that this young lady leave the house,
Miss FIorel!a's eyes sparklcd with ma
liguant joy.
'-Ah! she has offended him. she whis-
pcred to her mother.
AS you say, Mr.. Davenport replied
the servile Mrs. Rayburn, while Mary
with one reproachful look at Mr. Daven'
ports face, and dccming Ill men tickle
and unprinciplcd, left the room.
Five minutes later she appeared in the
hall, dressed and with IL modest little
bundle in her hand.
'One word before you go' said Mr.
Davenport, advancing to her side, to the
const cl nation and surprise Of the Ray
burns: Il said this young Idly must
leave he house, ] say now. hrrnllss
my future wife must not remain whcr>
insult has been oterer hr".'
Your wife" ElurmureI Miss EloTIl.a
turning pale.
'YeS, Il Miss Brown viii have me. Ma
ry love you-lovc you enough 10 hrav,
IL world which cannot discover that true
wonlunilnuh exists hnN~ath the s"r"au'
girls ruantlr aS mitch as with the great
est lady IL the land. Mary vii! YOU lii"l'
ry me :.
She did not reply Ut, first, hut rs the,
sought his, and their quiet maj riaGc wa
folio by Il life OF rare happiness.
10 She threw u stick Of wcotl at an ole
hen, and killed two of The little chickens