The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-03-20
THE USCLE'S WILL.

My diamonds, Mary" said Mrs. Del.
mont; ''and my six.button gloves. And
I'm almost certain that tho point Of
that Cashmere shawl is trailing on the
carpet"
MIS-. Delmont stood in front Of The
ful!-length mirror, whose golden stand
ards were veiled in draperies Of em-
broidered lace-a little withered sharp
nosed woman, with q complexion all
composed Of paint and powder, hair
artfully touched up by the patent
"Golden Dye" and teeth 30 obtrusively
false that no one would over dream Of
calling them deception.
But her violent velvet dress had cost
eight dollars yard; her bracelets were
Of dead gold studded with diamonds,
and she sparkled nil over with precious
stones, like jewellers show.cas
The houdoir was hung with pGle-blue
satin, the carpet was of tho softest
Aubusson, the chairs and tables Of en-
ameled white, garianded about by tiny
golden vines, and Skye terrier lay
ooiled up OH blue Angora rug in front
of the fire, with silver collar around
his worthless little neck.
"Yes, ma'am," SAID Mary, with a
cough. = III.
"The shawl is quite right now, ma am.
But il you please. ma'am, Mrs. Masters
is waiting to see YOU"
"Mrs. Mastersl" cried the widow, in
a vexed tone.
But before she could say more, tho
door opened, and pale-faced woman,
dressed in garments so shabby as to DO
barely respectable. oame i'll.
IL won't keep you minute, cousin
Caroline" said she apologetically.
'The horses are wa:ting," said Mrs.
belmont ungraciously, "nnd it always
does make them vicious to stand too
long in this frosty air."
IL have been facing it," said Mrs.
Masters bitterly; and my cloak is not
80 warm as the embroided blankets of
your pampered horses, Caroline"
SWELL" said Mrs. belmont impa-
tiently, "now you arc here, you may as
we'll sit dow. What is it that you want
now?"
II am sorry to be always begging,
cousin Caroline" said Mrs. Masters,
"but things have gone wrong of late.
Some Of my best boarders have changed
their quarters for o more fashionable
locatlon-others have gone away with
out paying me-and T have been obliged
to call in an expensive doctor for Den
ME"
'Just what you might have expected
when you adopted that ohild," said
Mrs. Delmont. "Why couldn't you let
him go to the asylum, as other chill.
dren do?"
''He was our Cousins child" said
Mrs. Masters sadly.
"What difference does that maker"
s aid Mrs. Delmont, with a shrug OF the
Cashmere draped shoulders.
"And," added Mrs. Masters, without
debating the point, 81 hoped perhaps
yon would let mo have q little money,
just until tile next months board. bills
como DUE"
IL can't then, said Mrs. belmont
pettlshly.
"lt's money, money, money with yon
the whole time. do belieye you think
I've bank, OR gold-mine, or some
such inexhaustible supply. And may
as well stop it now rs any time. So I
beg, CLARA, thatyou won't trouble your
self to come here any more on yourbeg-
ging expeditions. Mary-the CAR
riage,"
SO Mrs. belmont swept downstairs,
flashing and sparkling as she went, and
the meek little boarding house keeper
took herself of, shedding few furtive
tears behind her shabby Grape veil.
"Carolina never had much heart.
unused she. "And what she had seems
to be turning the stone.''
Mrs. Masters was ono of the unlucky
kind.
When she was q young girl of eigh-
teen, she had left boarding-sohooI to
come home and nurse old uncle Joseph
through his fatal illness, while Caroline,
her cousin, "didn't see that she could
DO any good" and serenely remained
at Cape May.
J, And when the old man died, and his