Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1882-04-08

gave me goes back to him tomorrow
unless hear from him tonight. How
dare he wish that we had never met"'
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 a
too faithful messenger placed 1t in
Kicks hands rs he left his place of bus
ness. But, ah! what a silent, sorrowful
maiden wanGeredabout the Lounsberry
dwelling thereafter. what listleSs,
weary voice repeated the nursery
rhymes that Baby demanded fifty times
day!
"No nice-no more" said Baby,
missing the merry tones and the happy
laugh.
But Mrs. Lounsberry was not at all
displeased with the turn affairs had
taken> Brougham Brown suited her
much better rs a prospective son-in-law
than Richard Creighton. One was a
wealthy young brewer, the other poor
clerk in a contingencies.
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-lOve disappointment is always
hard to bear for while. | thought |
should have died when Stephen Ford
married my cousin; but didn't; l lived
to marry you and | have a seal-skin
cloak, and Mrs. Ford hasn't even a
Jacket
And so BrOugham Brown, who was
really a manly, generous, gOod-hearted
fellow in spite of his beer and wealth,
Ix,k l,,, hnnI of Z In a
house, begun dcvoting himself i'll the
most ardent fashion to Lefty; and she,
seeing her mothers pleasure thereat,
and hearing no word from Rick, re-
ceived his attentions i'll a passive, UNI
responsive way.
Three months went by, and it was
Aunt Emory's birthday, and that ecen-
trio old lady had decided to divide it
among the family, lunching with one
portion, dining with another, and sup
ping with a third. The lunch party
was given at her sister Lettia's Mrs.
LOunsberry) and some half dozen old
friends and some dozen relatives were
hidden TO the feast. Lefty, in asea-green
gown (Rick,s favorite gown with q
spray Ofpink hyacinths Kicks favOrite
spring flower in her hair, went quietly
about welcoming the guests, BrOugham
Brown following her like her shadow,
until lunch was announced. Then TAX
ing her place at the table, the young
man still near her, she raised the cover
rom ana dipped spoon into the last
lar or gIaIiJiLIoIIIIfIa - IaIIUuS pCitcu
marmalade (she had had it placed be-
fore her, trusting to be able to hide the
mischief Baby had done, when some
bodysaid, addressing hermOther: "Have
YOU heard that Richard Creighton is go
inc abroad for his health? He has given
up his situation, and sails in Il day or
two. They say he has failed fast
lately"
And the very next moment Aunt
Emory fixed her specialized eyes upon
her niece's poor pale face, and asked,
sharply: "What's the matter, child?
Do YOU see anything dreadful i'll the
Sweets?'
mo, ma'am," answered Lefty, with
a pitiful attempt at 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
"a wad of paper.
"And so that is the last of the cele-
brated marmalade, is it?' sal | Aunt
Emory. 81 don't want any. l prefer
nv sweets unmiXcd with unknown
foreign substances. Take it away,
Norah."
But Lefty was already slowly I'M
rolling the paper lit proved to be the
missing part of the jars original hat
a rather difficult thing to accomplish,
as il struck persistenty to her small
fingers, but accomplished at last, when
out rolled the little gold pig. And on
the inside of the paper, was Scrawled III
Kicks bold hand these words:
my DARLING How foolish we are
l mean only | am. Here is the
charm. Miss Narian had it about ten
minutes last night-Only long enough
| TO show il to you and tell you story
about it. Baby will give it to you. Hal
no paper, so / tore a piece off one o.
your jam pots. Will see YOU to-mor
rOweVen ing. Ii lIk.'
Never did any young lady SO sudden
| " break through all the conventional
| titles of society, never did daughter 81
quickly forget the wishes of her mother
! never did niece so unflinchingly brave
the displeasure of thirty-thousand-dol
| lar aunt, as did Lefty LOunsberry thu
instant after she had read this note"
"Brougham," she cried, looking a
him with beautiful, beseaching eyes
al must see Rick. must must
You will go and bring him to me
| dearm
lit was the first time she had eve
called him dear" and, alas! he fel
that it would be the last For !
moment he pulled his long moustach'
nervOuSly. 1--WE are not very goo(
friends, you know" at last he said.
"Yes. / know. But | am to blame
for that too" said Lefty. hurriedly
Forgive me, Brougham, but mus
see Rick"
And the good fellow, hcsitating NJ
longer, turned from the mplOring face
and, with Juggling at his hcart-strings
went Off to seek his rival. He fount
him, and brought him back to the cir
they both loved.
And what do you think Aunt Emor,
did? Aunt Emory, who had declares
over and over again that only as Mrs
Brougham Brown, Lefty should inheri
any of her money. Left the house il
| a passion:" Not n bit of it? Sh
laughed and laughed until she coul
lnugh no longer.
"NOw shall have something new t
tell folks, she said: "They must b
tired and sick of my yarns. I'm sure
am. Love, gold pins, jealousy, an
marmalade all mixed up together. It
one of the funniest things ever hear
in all my life"
"Tm glad you think So" said Mr.
I.ounsberry. at don't strike me tina
way. What are they going to live on?
"Oh, I'll look after them," said Auu
Emory, and her remark makes a yer
good ending to this real sweet story.
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