The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1881-08-23
"And have you never heard of him


the use 1t could never come to any
thing. 1t was better for him to for
get me and marry. / was milestone
about his neck | didn't answer his
letter"
"And supposing he should return
some day, would you marry him ,"
81 dare say" laughed Della, gently,
As if the idea were familiar. "let the
neighbors laugh ever so wisely. I've
thought of it sometimes, sitting alone,
when the world was barren and COM
monplace. One must have recreation
of some kind, YOU know. Every
body requires a little romance. little
poetry. to favor every day thinking
and doing. I'm afraid you think me
silly old maid. Mrs. Clement"
"No. The heart never grows old.
The skin shrivels, the color departs,
the eyes fade, the features grow
pinched but the soul is heir of
eternal yOuth-it is as beautiful at
four>core as at sweet twenty Time
makes amends for the ravages of the
body by developing the spirit. You
didn't tell me your lovers name. Per-
haps you would rather not"
His name was Stephen Langdon.
Sometimes Capt. Seymour runs against
him in Melbourne, and brings me
word how he looks and what he is
doing; though l never ask, and
Stephen never asks for me, that l can
hear
Delia's summer bOartlers were not u
success. to be sure. If they took no
money out of her packet, they put
none in. She was obliged to exc out
her support by copying for Lawyer
Dunmore and embroidering for Mrs.
Judge Dorr. One by one her board
ers dropped away like autumn leaves;
all but old Mrs Clement.
81 believe I'll STAY OH" she said.
''rm getting too old to move often
Perhaps you take winter boarders at
reduced rates. En-"
"Do you think my terms high ~
"By no means. But when ones
purse is low"
"Yes; | know. DO stay at your
own price. can't spare you" She
had grown such a fondness for the old
lady that to refuse her ut her own
terms would have seemed like turn
ing her own mother out of doors
besides, one month more would not
signify. But she found it hard to
make both ends meet, and often went
to bed hungry that her mother and
Mrs. Clement might enjoy enough,
without there appeared to be lust
pattern At Christmas, however,
came a ray of sunshine for Della, in
the shape Of a hundred-dollar bill
from an unknown friend.
at cant he meant for me, she
cried.
Its directed to Della Rogerson,"
said her mother, "and there's nobody
else Of that name, now that your Aunt
Delia's dead"
1--WE are not sure shes dead" OBJ
iected Della.
Horrors. Don't you know whether
your own aunt is dead or alive ="
asked Mrs. Clement in a shocked
tone.
1T isn't our fault. She is rich
and lives abroad. | was named for
her | used to look in the glass and
try to believe Id inherit her beauty
with the name, though she was only
our great-uncle's wife"
"She ought TO do something for
YOU.
'How can she, if she is dead! |
don't blame her, ANYWAY. Her money
is her own to use according to her
pleasure. Uncle John made ii him
self and gave it to her."
but if she should come back to
you, having run through with it, you'd
divide your last crust with her, I'll he
bound"
Il suppose | should" replied
Della.
The winter wore away as winters
will. and the miracles Of spring began
in fields and wayside; and Delia's
bOarders returned with the June roses,
and dropped away again with the
falling leaves, and still Mrs. Clement
stayed on and on. Just now she had
been some weeks in arrears with her
reduced board. No money had been
forthcoming for some time. and she
was growing more feeble daily, needed
the luxuries of an invalid and the at
tentiOn Of nurse, both Of which
Della bestowed upon her. without
taking thought Of the morrow. ..
81 must hear from my man-of.
business Tomorrow, Della; I'm knee
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