Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-31

she IOOuSnly imagined ne was waning
for her to come and implore his forgive.
ness--bidding good-by- to Baby. She
might have known it, for he had always
loved Baby dearly.
eyes, 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
faithful messenger placed it in Kicks
hands as he left his place of business.
But, alb what a silent, sorrowful maid
en- wandered about the Lounsberry
dwelling thereafter what a 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 TAX
en-. Brougham Brown suited her much
better as prospective son-in-law than
Richard Creighton. One was wealthy
young brewer, the other poor clerk in
counting-house.
Lefty will soon get over it., she
said to Letty's father, whose heart
ached at the sight OF his daughters sad
face. CA frst-leve disappointment is
always hard to bear for awhile. l
thought I should have died when Ste
phen Ford married my cousin; but l
lj:S,,,t. i I.x-oI t/N nj
& seal-skin cloak, and Mrs. Ford hasn't
even jacket"
And SO Brougham Brown, who was
really d manly, generous, good-hearted
fellow ii spite OF his beer and wealth,
encouraged by the maternal head OF the
house, began devoting himself in the
most ardent fashion to Lefty; and She,
seeing her mothers pleasure thereal,
and hearing no word from Rick, received
his attentions in passive, unresponsive
way.
Three months went by, and it was
Aunt Emory's birthday, and that eccen-
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 Letitia's Mrs.
Lounsberry), and some half a dozen
old friends and some dozen relatives
were hidden to the feast. Lefty, in a
sea-green gown (Rick's favorite gown,
with a spray Of pink hyacinths (Ricks
favorite spring fower) IN 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, the
young man still near her, she raised the
cover from and dipped spoon into the
last jar of grandmamma's famous peach
marmalade (she had had it placed be-
fore her, trusting to be able to hide the
mischief Baby had done), when some
body said, addressing her mother ::
"Have you heard that Richard Creigh-
ton is going abroad for his health ? He
has given up his situation, and sails in
day or two. They say he has failed
fast lately"
And the very next moment Aunt En-
DRY fixed her specialized eyes upon her
niece's poor pale face, and asked. sharp
ly: whats the matter, child? Do
you see anything dreadful in the sweets?"
"No, ma'am," answered Lefty, with a
pitiful attempt at smile. when the
spoon struck something harder than
preserved peaches should be.
6" Let me help you," said Brougham,
and with one turn Of his wrist he placed
upon the dainty china shell before her
wad of paper.
"And SO that is the last of the cele-
brated marmalade, is it?" said Aunt
Emory. 81 don't want any. I prefer
my sweets unn,ixed with unknown
foreign substances. Take it away.
Norah."
But Lefty was already slowly unroll-
ing the paper Git proved to be the miss
ing part Of the jars original hat)-a
rather difficult thing to accomplish, as it
stuck persistently to her small fingers,
but accomplished at last. when out rolled
the little gold pig. And on the inside
Of the paper was scrawled, in Kicks
bold hand, these words
My DARLINa-How foolish we are-I mean,
I am Here is the charm. Miss Varian had 1t
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 tore piece Off one of your jam
pots. Will see you tomorrow evening.
Never did any young lady so suddenly
break through all the conventionalities
of society, never did daughter so quickly
forget the wishes of her mother, never
did niece so unfinehinlgy brave the dis
pleasure of $50, 900 aunt, as did Lefty
Lounsberry the instant after she had
read this note.
"Brougham," she cried, looking at
him with her beautiful, beseeching eyes,
81 must see Rick. I s12est-I mast.
You will go and bring Lim to me,
dear?"
| ct was the first time she had ever
called him "dear," and, alas he felt
that it would be the last) For a mo-
ment he pulled his long mustache ner-
vously. eve are not very good friends,
you know" at last he said.
Eyes, know. But I am to blame
for that, too" said Lefty. hurriedly.
"Forgive me, Brougham, but I mast see
Rick"
And the good fellow, hesitating nc
longer, turned from that impIoring face,
and. with atugging at his heart-strings,
went off TO seek his rival. He found
him, and brought him back to the girl
they both loved.
And what do you think Aunt Emory