The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-09-01


homeward, to tel! his sorrow an(
disgrace. He feared it would al
most kill his mother, but after
hearing him patiently, she said
4 had lctter from Albany thi:
morning, Godfrey, from my faith
er's lawyers. twenty-five years
ago my father cast me off fol
marrying a poor man. He dice
without forgiving me but to you
he has left his fortune-nearly
half a million in money upon cen
dition you take his name when
you are Of age. | have packed ur
your possessions, and we will &c
to Albany tonight.
| 'Margaret!'
The voice was sharp and imper
ative, and Margaret Hoyt, looked
up from the task of teaching Alice
| Brlstow her letters, to answer
but before she spoke the beautiful
girl who entered the school-room
said:
Margaret, [ want you to come
and show Elsie how to trim
my dress for tonight. Everybody
said You had rich exquisite taste
before your father failed and died.
The pale, patient face flushed q
little at the cruel words, but Laura
Bristow did not heed the pain she
had given.
Come now,' she said impatient
ly; i want to look particularly
we'll, for Willard Wharton is com
ing. 1t is the first party since be
came from Europe. He has been
negotiating in Florence ever SC
long, with a consumptive mother
but she died year ago, and after
travelling. awhile he has come
home. Did you know him ?
i never heard the name
Come to think Of it, he left long
before you came
Alice's primer was put aside
and Margaret accompanied Laura
TO the room where her fnery was
being prepared for a brilliant par
tv few hours later.
Miss Hoyt,' Miss Bristow said
looking up from the cloud Of talle
under her fingers, / wish you 20
come down to play, and [ wish
you to wear white lace ruffles and
a white flower or two in your hair.
That will not interfere with your
mourning, but you will look lit.
tie less like a mute at q funeral
To hear was to obey. Mrs
Bristow was q distant connection
Of Mr.. Hoyt's and when he died
leaving his only child to poverty,
the lady impressed upon stricken
Daisy that she was placed under
an enormous weight of obligation
by being permitted to be govern
ess, lady's maid, general useful
factotum in her family.
But the soft violet eyes had lost
nothing Of their sweetness: the
golden hair gathered into {! rich
knot, was full Of waves and ring
lets, making. tiny baby curls
around tho delicate oval Of her
pale face, and the sensitive mouth
was still expressive and lovely.
She sighed a little as she put
the soft white rufle into her black
dress, and a few white flowers
into her hair.
1T seems like forgetting poor
father she thought, but yet she
knew her appearance had been too
gloomy for festive occasion.
The guests were gathering, and
Daisy had gone into a small sit
ting-room opposite the wide draw
ing.rooms to wait until she was
summoned to sing and play.
She had never been in society
in Albany, and knew none OF Mr.
Bristow's friends, so she was gra'
ciously excused from taking any
more active part in the social
gathering than to amuse by her
singing, or help willing feet along
by playing dance music.
She was turning over the leaves
of q new magazine, quite sure OF
being uninterrupted when the door
opened, aud looking up she sa" a
strange gentleman.
'Pardon me- be said, j thought
this was the drawing-room.'
Then, as she lifted her face, he
sprang forward.
Daisy! Daisy he said, and not
realizing the familiarity OF the
address, she rose to stretch out