Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-11-09


than q suspicion of malice in her smile;
for to see any man admire another
woman pierced her vanity, if not her
heart, and she could not rest until she
had Jared him away from his allegiance,
or mt least sown mischief in the path OF
possible lovers. Yet Mrs. Treutham
was most peculiar person and an
acknowledged leader of society. Capt.
Hornblower resisted for time; but the
enchantress was adrolt, witty, hattering,
and the supper good, and in the end he
yielded.
The lady attached the little gold owl
TO her watch chain, and emerged In
the streets ut o'clock in the morning.
When she reached her own home the
little gold owl was gone! She had lost
it during the walk.
Next day Mrs. rrentham sailed up to
Augusta Bevan, at q crowded kettle
drum, took both of her hands, and ex-
claimed: "Oh, my dear, 1 am so dread
fully sorry I am always committing
some folly. / do not deserve for
giveness. Capt. Hornblower gave me-
1 mean lent me-your little gold owl
last night, and l actually lost it in the
street"
The Sevres tea-cup fell from Augusta S
fingers to the floor. Mr.. Riddel and
Capt. Hornblower stopped for the frag-
ments simultaneously, thus knocking
their heads together.
"She is disillusloned," thought Mr..
Riddel.
1.-THE game is lost" reflected the gal
liant warrior. with unfeigned regret.
"Of course, no woman ever forgave
that"
At 6 o'clock that morning a young
Swiss maiden, by name Marie Hetzel
had gone on an errand to the market
for her mistress. Marie was 10, with a
round brown face framed in fringed
cap, and carried basket on her arm.
Her foot struck against small object,
she stopped, and found little gold owl
on the curbstone.
"Himmel!" exclaimed Marie, and
sped with her treasure 10 the lager beer
saloon where Fritz, her lover, was en-
ploYed as waiter.
Fritz happened to be polishing the
row OF little tables placed in bowers of
evergreen. He was prudent youth Of
10, with blonde hair and hard blue ewes.
He examined the trinket and put it in
his pocket. The gold owl would look
very pretty suspended about Mares
throat, even as Roman women rejoice
in their hair-pins and chains, or the
Genoese in their 1iligree earrings; but
money also could be made out of it
money to add to frugal savings where
with to return to beloved Canton Berne
as man and wife, and buy modest
farm.
Marie shed few tears of feminine
vanity, while yielding to logical argu-
ment, and trudged home with her
basket.
Fritz sought little den of a shop in
an obscure quarter, and sold the gold
owl to Jew, after much haggling, for
$5. which sum he consigned to saw
ings bank. Now, indeed, was the owl
lost, hopelessly lost, for it had disap-
peared in the beck shop of wretched
quarter, instead of reposing in the
pocket of Miss Bevan's pink satin muff.
1t happened that the owl had never
met with greater appreciation, however
The ruby eyes glowed like flames,
while the golden plumage became
luminous, and the ornament was passed
from one dusky hand to another.
Finally the Jew took the trinket to
fashionable Ieweler, celebrated for skill
full workmanship In metals, and sold it
for a considerable sum, Mr.. Riddel,
walking down town one morning, paused
suddenly before the jewelers. window,
He saw little gold owl suspended by
a hook, and radiant in the sunshine.
He fancied the bird of wisdom actually
wlnked at him in recognition. He en-
tered the place and bouQhtit promptly.
Augusta Bevan. pale, thoughtful, and
with a new tenderness in her bearing,
received back the little golden owl, 'T
have been thinking of so many things
of late," she said, softly, placing her
hand within the arm OF this faithful
friend 81 even remember your pro-
verb; Those who fish for minnows
never catch trout
Mrs. Trentham tapped Capt. Horn
blower on the arm with her fan at q
reception where the. lady was respondent
in Worth toilet of black satin and old
gold. "Mr. Riddel and Augusta Bevan
are engaged" she said. 81 always
knew it would be match yet. Their
property Joins, you know, and water
does flow to water in that way in our
wicked world. Besides, he is really
the only man worthy of Augusta.
Capt. Hornblower went his way, bav-
ing been ordered to fort in Montana
Territory, His amiabllltY was not in
creased by tie discovery that his har