The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-08-18

watched the slim figure wandering down the
rose-alley. Poor girl!' said he at last
She is, indeed, to be Pitie !, said Mrs. Lar
| rabee. wi h a sigh that set al the bugleSs on
| her gown TO jingling. She is one of those
/ helpless women. Now, think that If Lwere
thrown upon nv own resources could do
| something or other TO win my bread and butts
/ ter
q don't believe you could pass the vassar
4 examination" said Mr.. Partridge biuntly. =
An, but / have not had Elleu's advan-
l tages" cried the lady, in expostulation. ''She
has been studying year, just to be ready, and
! yet she has failed utterly"
II - Love affairs are apt to interfere wi stud
/ es said Mr.. Partridge, with a short laugh.
/ Ellen now came toward the piazza big
bouquet Of roses in her hand and the old span.
el patterng alongat her side
* So he has made friends with you, Miss
Ellen! lie Is faithful old dog, and
misses the petting that his mistress used
TO give him. Someway, he never cared for
me particularly, hut he has takeu a liking to
( YOU evidently. Don't let him annoy you.H e
90, Ellen is fond OF animals said Mrs.
! Iarrabee. WHAT these roses FOR met You
rely ave. ar iq 5s NI Sb agis iIe 9 s.,
yellow rose On tliciancteef fheofa Sentefnan's
coat with spTightly, coquettish smile, while
\ he submitted and looked a tride foolish.
Then he led them back into the house,
/ guiding theni iI;st in % q large Foous lined
/ from floor to ceiling with books, save over the
mantei slelt whenetheEe hung a Portrait q
eltteriN. SWeet-f0cet woman - ms Is nv
/ library he sail, hating aud glancing withsa
comicaI smile at Elea fst dreadEul place for
Young LADY like YOU, who caun II be learned,
isn'titl But dop be alaIneds i WON'T so
much as show you an arithneis " This he
continued, opening door, lis the music
room. Ny boy was very fond of music. or
course yoa plaY and sing, Miss Ellen,"
Eyes; but not well. - she replied Il have,
no talent for anything In particular. begin
TO think am very mediocre"
esN hat can't Vol execute any of those
wonderful finger Syfnnas icss Iap't YOU
MARBLE an Italian ariai Upon my word.
Didn't suppose there was such an iguOrint
/ young LADY left in the worll. Well, sit down
/ ana sing something or other Tor me | assure
/ YOU ain almost as uulcarne as YOU are, If
not quite; so I shall not be critical.'
( Ellen-was not in the least afraid OF him, for
/ il she was deficient in mathematics She was
not in mOther-wlt, and she understood his
/ feigpcd horror at her ignorance 50 she
seated herself at the piano, calm and conf
] dent. and sang one OF those ballads that old
/ gentlemen like George Reed Partridge always
/ love u hear. As he sat and listened aud
/ looked at her, she reminded him OF his dead
wife. She, too, had once Just such soft brown
Z hairsaFhevess = shes too, had often sltig this
very 81 lat. Memories sttfe'o9erhihfot sweet
! by-goue DAYS, AMI the lines Qf llis face soft
/ ened and the yierS twhkle minis eyes Was
uuenchel. When the last notes of the ballad
! faded away, he came and slssid his baud son.
7 Elica's shoulder. ''rhani5'vou. Vol sang that
/ very sweetly, my Child said he.
I She glanced up il, his face, and saw what
was writtept here ana qqiss tears s2pe q her
/ some chord Of his heart she pitie'tthe lonely
/ al man. 81
''Ellen would have very good voice If Il
We're oulE euitiNsst OBJ sad Ms LaFrabeeA a.
''It suits me iist as It is, '"said Mr.. Part
ridge, almost roughly
He did not ask her to sing again. and, after
some desultOry couYcrsltioa, Mrs. Larrabee
declared that il was time for them 10 return
/ to the hotel. Mr.. Partridge tlereupou ordered
! the carriage, and it was soon driven up to the
( door. The three miles to5 P0ughkeepste were
| accomplished in a short time, and the two
ladies' found themselves once more alone in
/ the hotel.
s'IIe is a very nice old man, but self made
I and quite unpublished. Rather coarse some of
+ his speeches were" said Mrs. I.argabce. as She
I united her boauetstrngs. "Still, | am glad
/ we went there, aild / VIII say that he treated
rs very we'll IL must be very lonely for him
/ living there by himself in that great house. I
I suppose when he dies lac viii leave all his
1 property to charity Now, If Jack Grantley
{ had ever had particle o. sense, lie might have
] been the adopted son TO day OF one of the rich
I est men in. the State; bat of course he ran
counter 10 his unclc's wishes-n
ellis uncle.' cried Ellen
| eyes, his uncle. Mr.. Partridgeis his uncle.
lie said SO himself this very afternoon"
Ellen wheeled ahou with flashing eyes and
/ flashed checks. 'Aunt, you surely did not
[ tell him about ltSy'
''Whyn ots7 said Mrs. Larrabee, Grossly. II
YOU. II is no secret. How couldit be when YOU
/ have both acted 50 foolisIlY. Bat Mr.. Part
! ridge does not like Jack, SO there is no need
to, suppose a'tt Re ~ help himS Jasil ouena
I boly. hY his blunt WAYS. hope, Ellen, that
] you viii give up .lnoping over him and settle
/ down TO s0mcthine-onlv, goodness knows
/ what vou can settle down to.
shall not be burden to you long, /
trast, said Ellen, proudly
:, Don be foolish, child, her aunt rejoined.
/ Empty words Noift helpYou any Ring the
/ bell FOR SOM, lee water. and tell the waiter 70
! bring the bill and have n carriage ready for
4 rs tomorrow morning at halt-past eight
lNyish he journey back 10 Chicago were over,
Enough ! dou't know what your uncle will say
i when he secs US aud hears of yOar eXamina-
ton. -~a
! Mr.. Partridge, meluwhil had driven back
to his.statel yslsscl ylpome- Hepasse3 through
the lmii.l thls Ellsn bid sung. Hep 1t il
awayiGs.the r.fcIs and closed the piano gently,
I then walked into tile library and seated
/ himself b. the empty fireplace. Mechanically
1 he drew q cigar from his pocket and lighted it.
The white smoke ilostiest zap okeF ti' =
of his deal wife, and tbr0ush The Ina b er Lice
| seemed t. LOOK down at him with a new and
| teuleg entre9tY Beppo stole into the room
/ and thrust ls moss gaHst lrs mtSter's hand.
/ This seenfe,ieto rouse Mr.. Partridge aud he
! rose and went tOsahe table Sfhereon lay the
visiting carrd tllat Mrs. eIaT aseeilp left 6 In
the rner was writt'sh her Address, 49, Wor-
| rail- Avenue. lie fingered the cafu HIcsO-
lutely. = Two doors below; that would be
number s5Sf he said toiiii1ls II. And then he
1 Shutdown and wrote a letter, which, although
| II was very short, caused him much reflection
a week or ten DAYS after Mrs. Iarrabee had
| paid her morning call Mr.. Partridge was one
/ AFTERNOONS stre!ling Over the lawn toward the
/ house, when his attention was attracted by a
I Young man coming down the road The
day was hot and the dust thick, and
nc pedestrian walked slowly, carrying
his straw hat in his land. Arrived OPP
! posite the big iron entrance gates, the
| stranger paused aud looked abOu him, then
wiped the persoiratiol fromfhis brows made a
| vain attempt to brush the dust off his coat,
and put his hat upon his head with resolute
gesture tint made Mr.. Partridge smile. That
/ gentleman seated himself upon rustic seat
in the shade OF clunip OF cellars, and waited
/ for the yOuD < nl an. Wien tho latter came up
the graveled path, Mr.. Partridge. without
stirring. called out ,s'dacSiPs
| The Young man stopped, saw Mr. Partridge,
/ and crossed over % where he sat ''Well,
/ Uncle George, how are yous' he said, as he
held out his hand. ''You sent for me, and
I here l am So
lN"Did youwalS al thebyay from Cliieagoi' he
Il could have done 50, seppsss, i, IS had
taken tho tiine,'' Jack Tep piled, shut con
tented myself with doing the three miles from
1 town on foot"
Mr. Partridge looked at his nephew's hot
! face and ten at his dusty boots. 1T ism t
| lttNt tic Gay tlidt SHOuiA nave CuOSSu LII a
tramp'' he observed Come up to the
/ house; 1t is cooler there, and you peed some
! thing to wash The dust ont of yoursthroat.'f
'':4alf way across the lawn, Jack stopped.
''Yoal have cutdown the big oak tree - he ex-
claimed.
~lIad tor his uncle replied, tersely. SIT
died You aad Ned used TO be forever climb
ing it whrn you were boys, didn't yous"
! Jack nodded. but made no reply. 1t sad
/ dened him to think of Ned, and he walked on
in silence, noting the changes that time had
wrought in the place that he had once known
/ so we'll Mr. Par ridge, too, said nothing un-
| til they had entered the house, and then his
vo' &c. sounded little husky Let us go into
the dining-room, Jack. A. tumbler of iced
claret is what you want. 1t is hot, dusty
day"
s'rhe W Tx loas tiresome," Jack admitted,
as he sat down in an arm chair by the window.
"Why the deuce didn't you take carriage