The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1882-05-25
VOLUME X.

ter hastily fastened another paper hat
and tied it securely over what remained
OF the original covering.
Rick!
Oh, that is what he was doing when
she foolishly imagined he was waiting for
her to come and implore his forgiveness
bidding goodbye to baby. She might
have known it, for he had always loved
baby dearly.
Yes, baby, nice Rick, good Rick, dear
Rick; but, for all that, the ring he gave
me goes back to him tomorrow unless I
hear from him tonight. How dare he
wish that we had never metz"
But she did not hear from him that
night, and the next day the little band of
gold was released from its hiding place
in her thick brown hair, and too faith
ful messenger placed it in Rick's hands
as he left his place Of business. But, ali!
wfata silent, sorrowful maiden wan
dcrcd about the Lounsberry dwelling
thereafter! what Il listless, weary voice
repeated the nursery rhymes that baby
demanded fifty times a day!
No nIcc-lO mOre," said baby, miss
ing the merry tones and the happy
laugh.
But Mrs Lounsbcrry was not at ail dis
pleased with the turn affairs had taken.
BrOuyllam Brown suited her much bet
ter rs 4 prospective son-in-ltw than Rich
ard Creighton. One was IL wealthy,
young brewer, the other poor clerk in
q counting-housc.
LEFTY will soon get over it, she said
to Letty's father, whose heart ached at
the sight Of his daughters sad face. "a
first-lovc disappointment is always hard
to bear for 4 while. thought l should
have died when Stephen Ford married
my cousin; but didn't. I lived to mar
ry you, and have a seal-sl<in cloak, and
Mrs. Ford hasn't even a jacket"
And SO Brouglr1m Brown, who was
really a manly, generous, good-hcartcd
fellow in spite of his beer and wealth, en-
courased by the maternal head Of the
house, began dcvoting himsclfin the most
ardent fashion to Lefty; and she, seeing
her mothers pleasure thercat, and hear
ing no words from Rick, received
his attentions in a passive, unrcsponsiyc
way
Three months went by, and it was Aunt
Emory's birthday, and that eccentric old
lady had decided to dcvide it among the
family, luncl,iny with one portion, dim
ing with another, and supping with third.
The lunch party was given at her sister
Lctitia's G[rs. Lounsbcrry) and some
half Il dozen old friends and some dozen
relatives were bid,lcn to the feast. Lefty,
ina sea-grecn gown (Rick' S favoritc gown,
with a spray Of pink hyacinths Kicks
fayorite spring flowcr) III her hair, went
quietly about welcoming the guests.
Brougham Brown following her like her
shadow, until lunch was announced.
Then taking her place at the table, tho
young man still near her. she raised the
the last jar of grandmama'sf famous peach
marlnalade (shc had had it placed before
her, trusting to be able to hide the mis-
chief Baby had donc), when somebody
said, addressing her mother; "Have YOU
heard that Richard Creighton is going
abroad for his health? He has given up
his situation, and sails in Il day or two.
They say he has failed fast latcly"
And the very next moment Aunt En-
ory fixed her specialized eyes upon her
nicce's poor, pale face, and asked, sharp
ly: What's the matter child? DO you
see anything dreadful in the swects?"
NO, ma'am," answered Lefty, with Il
pltitul attempt at il smile, when the spoon
struck something harder than preserved
peaches should be.
Let me help you,' said Brougham;
and with one turn of his wrist he placed
upon the dainty china shell before her
Il wad Of paper.
':And SO that is the last of the ce]ebrat-
cd marlnaladc, is it," said Aunt Emory.
unnixcd with unknown foreign Substance
es. Take it away, Norah"
But Lefty was already slowly unrolling
the paper ut proved to be the missing
part Of the jars original hat)-a rather
difficult thing to accomplish as it stuck
persistenly to her small fingers, but
accomplished ut last, when out rolled the
little gold pig. And on the inside of
the paper was scr;lwlcd, in Rick bold
hand, these words:
"MY DAGLISG,-How foolish we are
I mean, I am! Here is the charm. Miss
Varian had it about ten minutes last
night-only long enough to show it to
you and tell you story about it. Baby
will give it to you. Had no paper, SO I
tore piece off one Of your jam pots.
VIII see yon to-morrw evening. Rick
Never did any young lady so suddenly
break through all the convcntionalities
of society, never did daughter so quickly
forget the wishes of her mother, never
did niece SO unftinchingly brave the dis
pleasure Of a thirty y-thous:,ntl-dollara
us did Lcttic Lounsbcrry the instant af-
ter she had read this note.
"Broueham," she cried, lookingat him
with beautiful, beseeching eyes, II must
sec Rick" I must-I must. You will
80 and bring him to me, dcar?'
ut was the first time she had ever
called him "dear," and, alas! he felt that
it would be the last.) For moment he
pulled his long gmustache nervously. owe
are not very good friends you know" at
last he said.
"Ycs, know. But I am to blame for
that too" said Lefty hurricdly. "For-
givee me, Brougham, but must sec
And the good fellow, 1,exitating no long
err. turned from that imploring face, and
with atugging at his heart-strings, went
Oft to seek his rival. He found him, and
brought him back to the girl they both
loved.
And what do you think Aunt Emory
did?-Aunt Emory, who had declared
over and over again that only as Mrs.
Brougham Brown, Lefty should inherit
any Of her money LEFT the house in a
passion" Not a bit of it. She laughed
and laughed until she could laugh no
longer.
'FNow shall have something new to
tell folks" she said. '"rhcy must be tired
and sick ofmy old yarns. I'm sure am.
Love: gold pigs, jealousy, and marmaladc
all mixed up together. It's one Of the
funniest things l ever heard in all my life"
"Im glad YOU think so," said Mrs.
Lounsbcrry. 1t don't strike me that
way: What arc they going to live on?"
"Oh, I'll look after them," said Aunt
Emory; and her remark makes a very
good ending to this real sweet story.
The Lie Sueur Ravisher Caught.
On Monday the ravishcr was caught near
Watcrvillc and deposited in Jail. He made
the following statements: