The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-07-20
Vol. XVII.

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Mrs. Jennings c"utiug a piece OF
gold clear honey in the comb, out
of glass box. was astonished at
the breathless apparitior of her
little niece, flying headlong down
the steep grade of the apple or
chard.
Bless me, child 7 said Mrs. Jen
nings. Didn't I tell you you
could stay till sundown.'
ii didn't want to- said
Phoebe.
And she rushed up stairs to her
room, and cried until she could
cry 20 longer.
MISS Heritage '!iked pretty peo-
pie and pretty things and she
(Phebe) was such fgure!'
She had not known it before.
She had thought her calico dress,
with the black stars upon it, was
beautiful; and she had innocently
reioiced in the brown ribbon bow
for her neck, that had been her
uncle's own present.
And then Phoebe looked in the
little six.inch glass and realized
how brown, how unkempt, and
gypsy. like she was-how dissimi'
lar was her dress from Miss Heri-
tage's soft laces and floating rib
bonloops. And Mr.. Austin, in
whose bible-class she was
4 wish l was dead |! sobbed poor
Phoebe. No, aunt, pleaseP to
Mrs. jennings kindly call. ]
don't want any tea
No tea = said Mrs. Jennings, in
amazement. 'Chlld, does your
head ache p
Yes said Phoebe, who had
never known what it was to suffer
an ache or pain in her life Yes
Please-please let me be alone!
Two days later Miss Heritage
came down to breakfast with per
turbed air.
my pearl ring said she; it's
gone.
Now Miss Heritage's pearl ring
vas not an ordinary trinket, but
q costly pear-shaped pearl, set in
3 slender hoop. of braided gold.
Farmer Jennings set down his
coffee cup and stared Mrs. Jen
nings uttered a little cry Phoebe
who was bringing in plate o.
| hot toast from the kitchen, stood
still.
sDeary mel said Mrs. Jennings
where can you have dropped it ?
L never dropped it ALL sale
Laura; positively. 1T has beer
taken-stolen from my room !
But, Miss Heritage said the
farmers wife, mildly, who i!
there that would steal it?'
Il don't know said Laura ex
citedly. 4 know that it has beer
stolen, and / wish you would sene
for the police st once
Of course there was no oae up
on whom suspicion would fall bu
Phebe-poor, frlendless, orphaned
Phebe! Not exactly friendless
either, for Mr.. Austin quietly de
clared that it was quite impossl
ble that she could have commit
ted a crime like this.
Il have known her ever sine
she came to Maple Farm said he
She is a member of my Bible
| class. She never did it,
! And Mrs. Jennings valiantly sc
sertcs that sshe wouldn't neVe
believe no such thing of Phoebe
as never Jet SO much as took
pin as wasn't hers
You are all infatuated abou
that girl said Laura, petulantly
sWho else could have taken ltT
But surely, Miss Heritage
| pleaded Mr.. Austin, you will no
prosecute the poor thing? 4o
will give poor Phoebe the bcneh
of the doubt?'
i do not SEQ that there is an:
doubt said Laura, stiihy; IAN
my pearl ring must be returned
4 will pay you the value Of !
myself said Mr.. Austin, eagerly
| 'if-'
You are very much intereste
in the culprit,' said Laura, with
curl of her full, red lips; but tba
will cot answer the ends OF Jul
tice at all. No. She stole tn
ring-let ber confess, or suferF
The curate looked at Laur
with mute surprise almost wit
disgust.
At that moment, when Mis-