The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-06-02

committed her to the care of the only relative
she believed to be living, in Dover, Delaware
and how she had taken the wrong train,
and was now waiting. to return: TO jersey
city:
How strange!" exclaimed the gentleman,
whose emotions would scarcely permit him
to wait until her brief and touching story
was finished, "Your mother did not know
that tho son of her only sister, Hortense.
who was supposed to have died in prison in
those troubl0us days, had succeeded in
making his escape, ana had fed to this hap
py land, where he is and has been for years
prosperous merchant. Your face would
tell me you were the child of Celeste Du-
pont, even if your words had not confirmed
it. Julie. my dear little cousin, look up,
your dying mother has indeed been loves
talisman, for il has brought you to your
own. who will cherish you as long as you
live! twas Providence not Fate, that lead
you to take the wrong train, ana that de-
layed me from returning to my home this
morning as had intended to do. I am
Julien Armand, your own cousin and near
est relative. You are among strangers no
longer!"
For moment Julie could only look at
the gentleman before her in silent bewil-
! derment. Before he spoke to her she had
been utterly alone; and here were friends,
protection and home raised up for her as
by the touch of a magician's wand. While
she sat, unable to speak from he'excess Of
her conflicting emotions, the gentleman
disclosed to her a miniature set in the case
which she at once recognized from its re-
semblance to her mother.
That was my mothers likeness. said Mr..
| Armand. you might almost have sat for
! the portrait yourself, it is so wonderfully
| like You. have portrait also of my
Aunt Celeste, but she was fair Then
closing the back of the watch, and looking
at the dial, he continued: "The train take
will be here in q few minutes. Shall pur-
chase q ticket for you and take you to my
home in Pittsburg? I have no daughter
only one adopted son-and my wife will
welcome you as if you were her own"
The sight of that miniature had dissipa-
ted the last doust or misgiving that Julie
might have felt, and, holding out her hand,
eyes, she exclaimed: "Yes will 30 with
you, and thank Heaven I have found a
| friend!"
Twenty minutes later the orphan girl,
her beautiful face radiant with hope and
happiness, was seated beside her newly
found relative in the cars that were speed
ing them onward toward the home hence.
forth to be hers. 1t was long ride, and
the first flash of sunrise was turning the
morning sky from gray to crimson when
they reached the depot where they were to
allght. But telegram had appraised Mr..
Armand's family of his coming; and as he
assisted his young charge from the cars,
the first object that her eyes fell upon was
l tall h lc~1 ~H A1..1o
and twenty. who advanced eagerly along
the platform to meet them.
Here is the friend I mentioned in nv
telegram" said Mr.. Armand, as the young
man bent an admiring yet respectful gaze
upon his fair companion. But she will
be more than a friend to us all, for she is
the only surviving child CT my mothers
only sister, now dead. And this, Julia"
els my son, Victor"
The lovely dark eyes were lifted for
moment to the face of the young man. and
the little rose-leaf hand placed with
charming commingling of timidity and con-
idence in his, outstretched so impetuously
to clasp it. Then again Offering her his
arm, Mr.. Armand led her to where pair of
prancing bays were harnessed to a commo-
dious carriage.
Six months Lad passed since Julie De
|
| she had met and continued to find so loving
welcome. MIR. Armand had made in
quiries concerning the aunt to whom her
mothers letter had been addressed, and
learned that she had died about the time
Julie had set sail for America, leaving bare
" enough to pay the expenses of her sick
! ness and burial.
1t was lovely summer afternoon, and
the young orphan was seated upon the
broad porch which ran around one side of
the house, with book lying idly upon her
lap. A quick step sounded near her, caus-
ing her to glance up, while her cheek took
a deerar tinge as she saw Victor approach
ing her.
"Julie," he said, taking seat beside her,
and lifting in his hand the little locket which
she always wore about her neck, while his
voice, always rich, and of late so wonder
fully sweet to the ear of the orphan girl,
now held a deeper and more earnest Ca
dence than ever before, this little locket,
which your mother prayed might be loves
talisnan. to you, has wrought its mission
! well, for it has led you to the friends who
! were glad to welcome and receive you. But
| its mission were after all but half per-
formed if it must end here. Julie, my dAr-
ling, tell me shall this little trinket be
loves talisman 10 us? Shall its mission be
!
heart to mine, to find there it's roal and
| permanent home?
Julie did not answer for a moment, but
her lips quivered and her bosom heaved.
Then taking the locket he had relin-
pushed, she placed it gently in his hand,
saying in voice full OF sweet, tremulous
emotion:
"Let it's mission be fulfilled and crowned,
Victor, my own!" and the next moment her
| head WAS resting upon his shoulder, while
her lips met his in betrothal kiss.
The engagement was soon made known
| to Mr.. and Mrs. Armand, whose congratu-
lations were profuse and stint ere. Mr.. Ar
mand himself appointed the wedding day,
and orders were sent out for the bridal
| troussea1, which was to be made in Paris,
in honor of the lovely young relative.
One year from the'time Julie De Silver
left her native land, homeless and almost
! penniless steerage passenger in an Ameri-
can ship, she stood clad in her shimmering
bridal robes, by the side of Victor Armand
giving and receiving the vows which Sc
cured to her his love and protection as long
as they both should live.
But among all the elegant and costly
| adornments with which the fond affection
of her relatives had arnyed her; the dear
est and most highly priced was the little
Ocket, suspended from It's golden chain,
which had been to her in so signal man
ner talisnlan of love, joy and peace.
Demands Of Etiquette.
From the New York "Puck."
A society journal lays down number of
rules for the observance of gentlemen who
do net know what to wear on certain occa-
sions-such as afternoon calls, receptions,
weddings, etc. 1t is extremely gratifying to
know that it is no violation of the strictest
etiquette to wear clothes on all these occa-
sions.
1.-The rule for weddings at night" says
this authority, lis evening Dress
This is valuable reminder. Many gen.
tlemen supposed it was the correct thing to
wear a morning dress at evening weddings,
and night dress at morning weddings.
1.-THE cutaway and short coats which
| number of men insist upon wearing on all