The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1883-02-16

know that you are twcnty-thrce, and
lave been bridesm i'd three times?"
"Ycs. aunt. but what OF that?"
~ was only nineteen. when / mar
ried our | ncle David. and had been
bridesmaid but once"
Jane paused. and laid down the piece
of crewel embroidery which was almost
ready TO be rejected by the Decorative
Art & ub. She was 4 bright, handsome
girl. pining 10 death In the dul'est old
house, the most iaste'ess house, which
the word ever saw. Uncle and Aunt
David had evidently FURNISHED when
charge frescoes. bad wall papers, vio'ent
carpets and black walnut with green
reps or brocate le furniture. were the
fashion. Jane had been born 20 an
aesthetic inner lance. Her father. the
poor artist. brother to Uncle David. had
been q Aunt David the embodiment Of
FOL y and impecuniosity. All he had
left to his little daughter was his own
great bump Of ideality. his refined soul.
hi, correct eye, two plaster casts Of the
Venus Of Milo. and three Tersos. sever
al bits Of brocade. and q Venetian tap
etry, some brass lamps and his bless
ing. The VIII 10 amt worth five do
lars" said Aunt David. making a mem
tai inventory. However. she had al
lowed Jane 10 arrange her own room
with this trash aid had supplemented q
good solid education. rs she called
II with q sincere love. and care for the
girls welfare a. she underst Cd things
Good food. good clothes, good
schooling-what more can A girl want?''
asked Aunt David. She knew that there
wa something vet that she did want
Only eauty. 1nly variety. only hope.
love; only graceful surroundings: only
sympathy-that was all that Jane want
el--ani yet she was moi satis ficdr'
Amt David looked ut this inexpli-
cable and nngrateful girl, with a fresh
have refused Mr.. Hart. hear" she
went on 10 say.
Jane started, and the piece q crcwel
work fell 10 the ground.
''Hc should not have told YOU" said
Jane. blushing with shame over the dis
grace Of having had An oler. Oilers Of
marriage were not ommon in Urania-
Indeed. yon should have told me- ~
said Aunt David. angrily; .'ycur only
friend and relative that q d. any
thing Tor YOU"
Aunt David was apt to emphasize
those words which gave an illustrious
radiance 10 her own bencfactions.
What was your objection 10 Mr..
Hart. ! should like 10 knowP'' asked
Aunt David.
He Is too old. lido not love him. \
said Jane. picking up the crcwel. and
blnshing like one of her own poppics.
HE amt as old rs your Uncle David
was when 1 married him. And | was
younger than You are; and as for love.
Jane, there Is Z great deal Of nonsense
talked about that. never saw any
good come Of marrying for love. Why.
Your own father aud mother married
for love. and | should like to know IL
they were happy! Nothing but sick
ness, and poverty. and death. and
The poppies and wild corn were be-
ing rapidly frightened By shower
from the eyes, those lovely gray eyes,
which bent over them, as hard old Aunt
David touched up in these facts in the
history OF the lonely orphan. who sat in
one Of those atrocious green rep chairs.
Aunt David did not like tears. however;
she did not intend 70 draw them fourth.
but in her intense disgust Of James folly
she had gone further than she intended.
You know my money dies with me.
Jane said she. lit all goes back TO
The Pettertons, and young George has
this house, when ! am done W III III"
This thought had something consolatory
IN Il 20 Jane. For young George Better
ton had been one 81 her most devoted
admirers. He was her especial, and