The daily gazette., 1881-07-01
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Ims sHhkAlAtnB komanoe OF Q R1om1cs
sDo you love mo ~ mush to-day.
Bertrsoe, asyou did last Friday p
These were the concluding words of
letter which Bertrsce H0ulihau, .
fair, graceful girl of nineteen held in
her hand on one finger OF which spark
led , diamond gring--the pledge Iof
Herbert Hanafin that he would love
and cherish her forever. ~"
"What dear, silly, old boy he b, to
be sure," Bertrace said to herself, and
. merry laugh ripplsd, through her
peArly teeth and 61wed gracefully out
over the ripe, rcd lips that seemed
made only for kissing, although there
were dark stories af0at in the Houli-
han household that when the dried
beef jar was found empty one day Ber-
trace had only smiled in her languid,
imperial way and said something
about trying 70 keep up with the pre- :
cession II 1t took all the dried beef In
town. f s
III Her parents were rich but honest,
and loved their daughter with . mad,
trusting, passionate love that know no
bounds. Her every wish was lat, and
yet knowing this, she would often
shrink from letting her wants be
known, 20 retiring was her nature.
Once Mrs. Houlihan discovered Ber-
trace standing beside . marble PSychs
that ornamented the parior bay win
dow, and silently weeping. . $50
"What 10 the matter, my child ?"
said the mother, coming tol her
daughters side, and kissing her ten
derly. "Can you not trust me with
your sriefs"
"Yes, mammal said the girl, 1eok-
ing at her with tear stained nose, while,
. bright smile illumined her c0unte-
nance, like the shining SUN during .
shower. u have always trusted you.
/ want q pair Of stripe1 stockings"-
and, blushing deeply, she hid her face
in her mothers bosom.
From that moment they understood
each other perfectly. It was q behuti-
full picture 70 SEQ them together id tho
house, more like sisters than mother
and daughter. Their lives knew no
shadow, and they hold up old Houlih0n
for whatever they wanted in the way
of clothes. There were no ether chiis
dren. Bertrace had the track all to
herself. 4 4ssbs.
She had met Herbert Hanafiu BIT a
fair held under the auspices Of the
United italian benev olent societies, and
loved him deeply. They were to be
married in the fall. II would saye
coal, Mr.. Houlihan said, but Bertraee
only laughed q little, light, sunny,
thrse-for-ten- cents laugh, and said
her darling papa was quito two awfully
quite. !.
It was July. From cloudless sky
the sun beat down with pitiless fury
upon railroad. Near by was q grove
from whence proceeded sounds of
A train stood ON the siding.
Three brakemen were asleep in the
front car. This train had brought the
excursionists to the grove. 1t was
to take them back.
Come with me to the grove. Ber-
trace H0ulihan is the centre Of o merry
group. In her hands she holds o Gus
tard pie. Some one calls. She places
the pie on o chair, and turns to zee
what is wanted.
Herbert Hanafin joins the party. ~
am tired" he says, and sits down on
the chair.
Instinctively he feels that mistake
has been made.
'If it is discovered" he says to
himself, IT shall be overwhelmed with
and lose Bertrace. She could
never love man with custard pie on
ais pants" II
Bertrace again Joined the party and
greeted Herbert affectienately. She
vas about TO ask for the pie, when Q
ook frcm Herbert told her all.
"Would I betray him for . paltry
pie :" she murmured. "No, not for q |
whole bakery"
Herbert was saved.
Such il the power Of love.