Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1882-03-11

Henry Murray, the Dukes aide-de-
camp, ask who the pretty little bride
was, and minute after he came up and
was presented. He led me out, right to
the head of the room, into the very set
with the Duke and the Lady Mayoress,
and | thought Josiah would be so
pleased. / could see him fidgeting about
the whole time trying to catch sight of
rs between the people, and shaking his
head and making signs to me, till l al
most forgot the figures and my
dancing used to be greatly admired in
herself at the thought, arched her
her wrinkled old fingers as if gracefully
bestowine the tips on some imaginary
partner.
''It was vexatious, and Lord Henry
was so kind and so droll But Mr..
Panlett gave me such frown as he led
me out into the tea room that hardly
knew what he said or how to answer
him. Poor, dear Josiah To think
that after all he was only afraid that l
was laughing too much, and Lord Henry
might think me silly school girl, or
that some of the city ladies might fancy
we were quizzing them. / cried all
the way home, and that was the end Of
my first appearance in society"
Lady Paulett laid by the brooch in
its case after carefully rubbing it with a
silk handkerchief.
"Arabella, my god daughter, must have
| Was too happy to care about them,
/ J., IL,
lind Sir Joseph was theni there was
nothing he would not have done for me
or baby. He gave them to me for the
christening dinner, and little Jos took
notice Of them and laughed, when he
was brought down to have his health
drunk Such a noble little fellow he
looked dark curly hair and blue eyes
like my dear fathers, taking notice of
everything, and only six weeks old and
that very day week he was in his coffin.
Ny poor little sonl" The old lady
snapped the case aud pushed it away
from her with trembling hand.
al had Just begun to think that after
ail might be going to have some hap
piness in this world, when he was taken
; from me. Sir Josiah never seemed to
care for anything but his business after
that.
"When / came here and saw Jack in
his cradle he looked so like my boy, |
thought he was gwen back to me. Dear,
good, loving Jack. can never cast him
off must speak to Mr.. Blackett about
that. Now. Ny dressing ease? Ahi
that must be Mrs. George Paulett's ;
her initials are the same as mine
:
cross and earrings for her three dnugh-
ters. They're rich enough to have a.
much jewelry OF their own as they want;
and the rnbies must keep for Spencer
Panlett's wife, when he gets one.
"Why, that's the end of my list ex-
cepting Cecilia, and there are Olivia,
Maria, Grace, the little boys and the
baby-all come since I made il ont
Weu, dare say [ can find some remem-
brance of their old auntie for each-nOt
that they'll ever remember me. Ceci
must nave my workbox She has my
pretty taste in needlework" with com.
placent glance at the patch work and
tent-stitch in which the gold thread in
Ruth's eleanings and Rebecca's earrings
still family glimmered, "Phe new
crewel-work isn't 90 bad. | could have
taught her something, if hadn't been
going away. Park err
Parker, moving heap of brocades
and furs, gave faint, inarticulate reply.
"My workbox"
Parker staggered off and returned
with queer little Chinese box with an
inlaid landscape, pagoda with two
Celestials walking in the skies above it,
on the lid.
You're dreaming, Parker When
did you find this I've not seen it
these ten years !"
Parker scurried away like a frightened
rabbit, to return this time with mag
nlticent article-ebony and gold without,
quilted satin, pearl, and yet more gold
within. \ turquoise studded thjmble,
crystal smelling bottle in case the
fair worker should collapse under her
arduous labors, pearl-framed mirror
with which she might refresh herself by
occasional glances, curious implements
apparently constructed to support the
largest possible amount of gold chasing,
without point that would pierce or a
blade that would cut among them a
receptacle for worG, satin lined, padded,
perfumed and empty, except for half
made baby's cap with the rusty needle
still sticking in i.
Who was there to work for whom he
was gomez" said the poor ola lady,
looking at the morsel of discolorcd cam
bric. What had left in the world to
care for then? What have ! now, for
that matter?''
She began with nervous impatiauce to
Omen anu close some Of tn csses almost
AT random. . would have put them
a ..ay forever long, long ago ami bee II
faithful nurso TO my husband, ii he
would hsve let me, MI through those
lass long weary years OF his life bnt he
never .ved me well enough 20 wish for
me, he cared more for bia old house
keeper. NJ la.!N is youug and should
have her pleasure. / heard her say
once. lie had married me fur my good
locks and was not "a he deiYluded of his
bargain, and must dress .lna vi~i; and
entertain in our large, dpiI. and splendid
house; wear, on so weary of it all.
He WAS proud of mc IL his way and gave
M all ne pgomised, when he asked ne
t. marr, INN. Much good II was TO
Inc !: father aud mother uead. sister
Sophis married and gone. no one lett 70
admire my s.ti;.ntior an t,..fi; ~ NV