The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1881-11-03

IKE Lne I0lT 1SaUel WIN Has uOl
lars enough to hide any little
imperfections Of feature she may
have
HIM! I suppose you will be
around there tonight
Without fail
The home Of the Clifftons was
quite up town, and was wonder
of elegance aud taste, for Mamma
Clifton, in spite of many rumors
Of limited means, which might or
might not be true, managed to
keep up an astonishing display.
and consequently there was a
crowd Of pleasure-seekers ever
ready to respond to even the
shadow of an invitation. There
| were very few present on this
evening, but Isabel, the oldest
| and by enemies maliciously styled
the prop Of the falling house, was
| in excellent humor, and came for
| ward and with good grace greeted
the artist friends without distinc'
tion, although one numbered his
wealth by thousands and the other
BY pennies. Mamma Clifton was
radiant. There was big, bronz
ed.faced old fellow, with a heavy
tread and a voice of small thun-
der, who was towed along by this
good lady, like a man-of:war by a
wheezy putting tug-boat, and who
looked quite as uncomfortable as
his couductress did happy.
Mr.. Dayton, my brother, Cap
tain Clifton Mr.. Hatfield, Cap
tain Clifton. These are our prom
ising artist friends of whom we
have spoken
Yes, growled the old follow, 4
remember. Are you making your
fortune p
'ME. Dayton's fortune is already
made, and 1 expect my own will
be founded when complete the
work | have now in hand said
Mark.
abr
Yes, sir. And we have men,
Der of your family to thank. He
found his model here, said joe
Here p thundered the captain.
Here ? cried Mr.. Clifton.
Yes, here,' went on the incura-
bic Joe, without a glance at
Marks imploring face. Your
niece, l suppose, Mrs. Clifton.
She is Mr.. Hatfeld's model
what, not my niece Honoria,
sister? That is strange
But Mrs. Clifton, swith that
skilIful hand of hers, quietly var
nisbed the matter over, and whis-
pered to Joe:
Pray don't mind him. He is a
strange creature, but, for all that,
an angel. He is immensely rich,
and poor Bel is his heiress.'
Poor Bell thought Joe, and
then he looked back at his dis
comfted friend from whom the
clustering captain was pumping
every drop of information be re-
quired.
Mark Hatfield went homo that
night, honestly believing himself
a ruined man, and that his model
would never again make her ap-
pearance, but at the appointed
hour on the following day she
swept in. She took her seat in
the chair, as usual, and sat back
without murmur, and Joe Day
ton peeped through the curtain
until the sitting was over. Then
he came out, and, with almost
unpardonable boldness, begged
leave to see her to stage.
She accepted the kindness, as
she did everything, with perfect
composure, and they walked
away.
1t is tedious work for you, is it
not p be asked, when they we're
in the street.
i do not like it,
why do you accept his offer ?
Because l am poor she an
swered, frankly.
He was treading on delicate
ground, so be called her attention
to a handsome carriage WhirIing
up the street, and asked her il
she liked driving.
Very much. But | haven't en-
joyed the luxury of q drive for q
long time
Tomorrow l shall be at your
door with my carriage. Will you
drive with meT