The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-02-09
MR.. WILLIAM BROWN.

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"Are you the daughter of the artist
Thursby Kent?" he asked, respectfully
Eyes" said Jane.
He gave her a letter from we'll
known artist in New York, one whom
she recognized as an old friend of her
unlucky parent. And this artist wanted
her to sell to Mr.. William Brown certain
old tapestries, and certain beautiful
brass Roman lamps which Thursby
Kent had owned.
8. cannot re use, as you ask me In his
name said poor Jane, g and you offer
me price far beyond their value.''
= They are invaluable" said Mr..
William Brown, taking off his hat men
tally to the tapestry; they are very
rare.n
Poor Thursby Kent! he had not lived
to see the day of the Renaissance. Then
came a letter to Jane from distant
cousin, and with her bank-notes in her
pocket, she left Urania, and carried her
heart-ache off to another place.
1t was February, again. February
all sleet and snow. February with win
ters grip at his throat. Jane took out
the box ofyiolet wood, and looked at the
little lovers in the garden. Poor Jane!
''Where are you, my love my, life?
Where are you. dream of my summer;
where are you, my Valentine?' sighed
the silly, romantic Jane.
And great knock came at the door.
She let fall the cup which portrayed the
magic mirror, aud it broke into thou
sand pieces.
And who stepped out from behind
the mirror, but Davenant-her Dave
nant-the called-for Valentine.
80 Jane!' said he, crushing the
Dresden china beneath his heel, as he
folded her to his heart; "you have
broken my best china cup; but shall be
able to buy you another one. am re-
deemed, saved-pecunious, admirable!
L have performed a great cure. | have
earned some money. l can pay my
debts, and-dear-I can marry your
The thirteenth of February came on
Monday, and Jane travelled back to
drama. She had had letter from Mr..
Hart, which called her there,
'sYou will find my maiden sister here"
SAID ne in his letter. so you must come to my
house Jane, do you know you are q rich wo-
man? George Betterton cheated you. Your
father left some stock in his h lnds which has
SO risen in value that you are no longer poor.
have secured it for you, and do you remem-
Der the words of senseless Valentine which
sent to you last year? Come and see if will
not make good my promise.
"Your friend (butno longer your lover,
THOMAS HART
Good friendi honest and not-at-all
fascinating Mr.. Hart! Jane put her
handkerchief to her eyes, and wished
that she could have loved him. What
was this strange business called loving?
Why was Hart so impossible and Dave
nant so peremptorv needp Jane did
not answer this, and no more can we.
But when the Hateful day came, there
was Mr. Hart, and he asked her to take
drive with him. He drove her to
PARROTS Folly" now the most lovely
aesthetic Queen Anne latest develop
ment :. Eastlake- Dado Frieze-ani- titled
cottage that the nineteenth century
could turn out
And in an inner room there hung the
tapes ny which poor Thursby Kent had
bought, and the brass Roman lamps.
" 1t is all yours said Mr. Hart.
HIS Is my aleIlGllle. 10 you MINK
did not read M lit lie girls heart? Do
you think heard her talk, and looked
into her mind, for nothingP No. What
with Aunt David reproaches and re-
gre S, what with your unconscious rev.
Citations, what with loves insight, I
found out what was the dearest wish of
James hear, We old fellows are not so
stupid as we loo. meant to live up
to that silly mo to:
6" Whate'er thy wish shall be,
That will give to theep
"And here is my confederate and fell
low-criminal, Davenant.
The cottage was called the "Valen-
tine forever q. ter, and i'll lu k fled after
the broken tea-cup. Boston Traveller.