Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-09-26

ued, smiling, II may count your beauty
among your debts to that side of the
house. In appearance, you are quite like
what your mother was at your age, if my
juvenile memories may be trusted"
Florence knew this latter statement to
be true; knew, too, that her mother had
been counted very beautiful woman,
and, in spite of herself, the well con-
trived compliment had its effect.
II know SO little of my Leicester
cousins" she said, 'thaf I am impelled
to inquire If you comprise the sum of
| them" 81
myself and my sister. Mrs. Pent-
| water" he said, ''are all that remain.
And I have to confess that it was at nv
sisters suggestion that have made this
visit. Let us, by all means, become bet
ter acquainted"
He produced from the breast-pocket OF
his coat dalnty;letter from Mrs. Pentwa-
ter,with which Florence withdrew, under
| the pretence OF ordering lunch, to open.
1t was, indeed, most charmingly writ.
ten and apparently sincere invitation for
Mrs. Barham to come to town and make
them visit, and ended by expressing
the hope that this visit might be the be-
ginning Of lifelong relationship.
Chow odd," said Florence, ''that it
should come just at time when I was
wanting to go somewhere, and hardly
knew where. I think I will consider it
q providence and accept"
Florence had a good deal OF natural
taste, and her lunch table presented pre-
cisely the appearance of refinement, COM
bined with substantial elegance, which
was calculated to please the eye of Mr..
Leicester.
Soon after lunch, he was obliged to re-
| turn, for Florence was too discreet to ask
him to stay over night. But she sent him
to the station in her own carriage, and he
carried away with him a decided i'm
preston that this new-found cousin was
person worth cult1vatlng.
Florence sent a kind acceptance of Mrs.
Pentwater's invitation, and appointed a
Cay early in June for her arrival in Lon
don.
After Mr.. Leicester had gone, she set
about making her preparations for the
visit.
at never rains but 1t pours."
And it seemed as though this spring
was destined to be an eventful one in the
life of Florence Barham.
The very day after Mr.. Lelcester's Wis
1t, Mr.. Ashburnham called to interest
her in the case of young Lady who had
recently arrived In Pelham. It was a
rather singular and very interesting case.
Miss Poindexter had come, with her
brother, to spend a summer in Pelham.
Mr.. Poindexter was a designer, and he
earned a very respectable salary, but his
sister Portia was s. confirmed invalid,
quite dependent upon him for support.
This dependence made her quite mis-
cradle, and she had learned to do en-
broidery in the most beautiful manner,
and was very DESTROYS to get employment
| that she might at least earn few shil-
lings for her medicines and certain small
comforts, which she felt she ought to de-
prive herself Of, rather than accept them
from her brother.
Mr. Ashburnham had called, hoping
| that Florence might be interested and
give MISS Poindexter al order. The case
| appealed to Florence Barham's weak
| side; she had experienced so much of the
horrors of genteel poverty, that she had a
quick sympathy for any woman who
| was suffering from that cause.
II will go down this afternoon and
| give her all the work she can do for me
| in month
Florence was as good as her word, and
| directly after lunch ordered her carriage
and drove to Miss Poindexter's plain
lodgings. Miss Poinde1ter was Of course
delighted to have such q patron. and the
ladies were soon deep in the mysteries of
her craft.
II like embroidered dresses so much y
said Florence, "that it would be delight
to me to wear them, but am In mourn :
ing, you knew. But then Iwantyou to do
one OF those lovely opera wraps for me,
for gift to my cousin, whom I am soon
to visit in London; and shall want no
end of oruamentation for my rooms.
Thank goodness, one doesn't have to
put ones house in mourning. The wrap
you must make especially elegant
"Yes,' said Miss Poindexter, sPhillip
shall design pattern on purpose for it.
could never get on without Phillip,
his designing is really elegant"
II should judge So" said Florence,
"if these are specimens of his work.
ooh, he does much finer work than any
of these" said Miss Poindexter "Indeed
though he doesn't like me to say it, he is
really an artist. Let me show you some
of his better work"
She rose and conducted Mrs. Barham to
little room, where, drawing aside cur
tain, she exhibited picture standing up
on an easel, which seemed to Florence
very beautiful.
ooh how lovely!" she exclaimed.
"My father was an artist, and Go so
enjoy fine paintings.
And this is such a lovely landscape
Why did you not tell me before that your
brotherwas SO gifteds''
There were tears III Miss Poindexter's
eyes.
81 wish be could hear your praise she
said, sit would do him 80 much good.
Poor fellow he has had sad time of it.
You see he can never get money enough
ahead to have any leisure, and that IS
why it breaks my heart to be so depend
emit upon him."