The Chickasaw messenger., 1881-05-12
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here directly"
The soft French name he'd 4 queer
sound, coming from Mrs Monsoon S
thin lips and acid voice. Felicie came
slowly up the stairs TO where Mrs
Monson stood talking vOlubly with
her lojger, Mr. Thornton
"Felicie, walk a little faster" said
Mrs. Monsou, sharply. "Here is
Mr. Thornton, that has missed his
finest cameo. You were 10 bis room
busting, yesterday"
"It was q head Of Apollo" said
Mr. Thornton II bought i in
Naples Could you have swept it
behind the furniture ?"
At the fret mention OF the cameo,
Feliciu put her hand in her pocket,
she turned deathly pale, and half
cry escaped her
"Have you got it?" cried Mrs
Monson, shrilly. "Ifyou have, out Of
these doors you shall pack Trouble
enough ] have had With you already -
and al Of your relations =
She seized her by the shoulders,
and attempted TO put her hand into
her pocket. Felicie resisted des-
perately She was as white as 3
ghost
"Come, come, Mrs Monsou. The
cameo is not worth ell that" said
Mr. Thornton.
It was really worth enough to have
made Felicie open her innocent ewes
wider than they bad ever opened
before
Mr. Thornton had often noticed
Felicie he believed her to be hon-
est, and saw that she was terrified AZ
Mrs. Monson's violence.
"But mean 70 get at the bottom
Of it, said Mrs Monson.
Thornton caught her BY the wrist
and forced her TO unloose Fellcie. lie
gave her a look before which the
shreWdness vanished like smoke
"You had better 90 down stairs"
said he quietly, II viii settle this
with Felieie."
Mrs. Monson walked submissively
down stairs, and left Thornton and
the frightened girl alone.
"Now," said Thornton, kindly, but
with determination in his voice, atell
me how all this happened"
"Fellcie put her hand in her pocket
and handed out the cameo"
u know you won't believe me, +"
she said, bursting into tears; shut !
did not steal it."
81 believe you" said Thornton,
"Go on"
q was busting 10 your room /
put my handkerchief on the mantle
piece. When I took It up l did not
notice that took anything with il.
I was hurrying to put It back when /
found you and Mrs. Mouson here.
She wss very pretty when she cried.
She had a delicate beauty very differ
ent from Mrs. Monson's buxom
daughters He wondered how two
types so different could be produced
IN the same family.
"Are You Mrs Monson's niece p
he asked.
"No," she answered, with q ring Of
Indignation. my mother was Mr..
Monson sister, and q lady. Ny
father was French"
"And how came you here 2"
"My father and mother died, and
had nowhere else to go"
She begsn to cry again.
Thornton had never felt so sorry
for any human being in his life. "
tAnd have you never been edu-
Gated n he inquired, after q pause.
"A little. / can read and write, and
I can speak French. by father was a
French teacher, and be used to say to
me, when ] was q little thing, 'Felioie,
you must study bard some Of these
days, and you must learn to play and
sing; but I cannot play and / have
not the heart TO sing"
Thornton looked at her in silence
for some time.
Il have never benefited Others
much, but this is a chance / will not
let slip. Felieie, how would you like
10 20 to school, and then learn some
business that would make you inde-
pendent-such as flower making n
"Or dress making" responded The
practical Felicie.
"Yery well" said Thornton, ~
know OF a respectable place Whor,
you can live. Let me see--You al
about fifteen"
Nearly eightesd," said Felicic
Thornton stared
She was, then, quite q woman. ane
On uncommonly pretty one, too, b
said to himself
lyon arc sure you Will not repeat
But perhaps I am wrong In takin,
I you from your natural guardians i
this manner"
r1ou may take me away OF not,
said Felicie. coolly. "Bui il soml
one does not take me away 1 shal
take myself away. | am going nov
10 Get overvlhinq hava ana ha4htu