Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1880-05-06

beautiful Dora 1remalne-Dut handsome
enough her rival having disappeared from
society and being forgotten.
81 wonder what did become of Dora -
Lily would say to herself sometimes, but
she never cared enough to do more than
wonder. Else she might have learned
that, like others, "poor but proud. "
Dora and her mother had hidden themselves
in their reverses of fortune, from all who
had known them in their prosperous days ;
sinking slowly and hopelessly beneath a
"sea Uf troubles" until at last they left
not even sign behind to mark the place
where they had sunk to ruin.
So Lily Edison's surprise was great in
deed when her maid ushered Dora unan-
nounced into her boudoir that evening.
The pale girl came forward. with out
stretched hands and excited eyes that saw
no one but Lily.
"Do you remember me2n she asked
almos; wildly. We We're dear friends and
schooimates once, you and l!' She pulled
the faded Grape bonnet from her head.
See! you used to envy my golden crown.
It's all that's left of those old days. My
mother is sick-we need money very sore
ly. Lily, will you buy my hair?"
And she took out the comb, and down
the glittering treasure fell, no more like u
golden crown, but cloak of shining beau
ty. Dora held it up in her trembling hand.
"Buy il for Heavens sake she said,
and burst into a storm Of tears. ''Help me
save her lite!"
And then, before Lily could gather
breath for reply, firm hand caught Dora
and placed her in chair, and brusque,
deep voice, somewhat shaken with emotion
said:
~ IN your customer! There, there, cry
my poor child, ery all your grief away.
You're with triehds-look up and see if
you don't know me ~
Dora looked up to the speakers face.
doctor Gray" she cried, and hid her
face in shame. "You herel | thought
Miss Edison was alone. thought"
"rhat she would buy your crown of
gold, said the old doctor, merrily. $50
she would, Pve no doubt, be glad of the
chance; but I've bought 1t. Whatever she
offers rll double, my dear; and you're
bound to sell to the highest bidder. Be-
sides, it would do Miss Lily no good. I'm
treating her for the headache already"
And what will you do with it ?" cried
she, who by this time was embracing her
friend
keep it on the original owners head
until | want it, said the old man. "HOw
much do you bid, Miss Lily?"
"a hundred, and here's half of it to
begin with.
So Dora went home in the old doctor s
carriage, and in his company and care.
He laughed when she apologized for their
miserable room. ''Pooh pooh !" said he.
81 was present when you made your first
appearance in this world, child. You
hadn't even your crown of gold then.
Poor enough, forsooth! You needn't ever
mind me. Who's been attending mother2"
'Dr. Charles Osborne, she told him TIM
idly, and blush stole over her pale, beau
tiful face. Then as she saw him start and
give long whistle:
"Do you know him, sir?"
"Heard of him SAID the old man, brus-
quely. ''Smart fe,iow, but poor. Well,
well, your mother is my oId patient. You
shall pay MIN, and Ia take this case my
self
lie did. Took it to his own luxurious
house, thence to the seaside--restored Mrs.
Tremaine to health at last, and surrounded
both her and Dora with every comfort.
''How are we ever to repay you? ?" the
girl asked him, and his answer fairly took
her breath.
81 want wife" said he as abruptly as
usual. "Your crown of gold is mine, Dora,
will you give me all the rest z"
Poor Dora! What is a crown of gold
compared to heart? She had sold the
first. After all, no one seemed to want the
latter, she thought sadly. She had neither
seen nor heard of-and then she checked
herself and left Charles Osborne's name un-
uttered and reminded herself of the debt of
gratitude to DR.. Gray.
II owe you more than my life," she
sighed, "but | have no heart to give you.
If MY respect, esteem-if my deep graft
tude will suffice you"
They WILL" said the old man. 81 be-
lieve you love me dearly into the bargain.
Will you give me your hand, prayi"
eyes" she sighed and placed it in his
reluctantly. He gave it sounding kiss.
"Pretty little hand!" said he. 81
shant keep you long. l shall give you to
that lucky dog, my nephew!" and he
threw open the door. "Come in.
Charley" said he. "Hcre-I give you a
wife !"