The Benton weekly record. [volume] (Benton, Mont.) 1880-1885, 1883-10-06

, body whose perceptions were so slow. Bu1
hoped | could bring you to see that il
you oppose Despard and | urge Vinca, by
what may be called resolution of forces
we may bring about what we do desire
She won't do what want her to do, and
she will do what you don't want her to
do"
Mr.. Bracepeth looked at his wife with {
gleam of intelligence at last.
"a pretty daughter you have, if that il
the way to do!'' he cried. "A pretty way
you have brought up your daughtern
And then he banged from the room like al
angry hornet, leaving on the table Prince
| Vinca's note asking for an interview that
evening, just as Miss Jessie came dancing
in like joyous butterfly, and of course
found her mother wiping her eyes with hel
handkerchief.
"Oh, what is it, mamma?" she cried.
"Your father" said Mrs. Brancepeth
burying her face again in the cambric-
"your tather--he-he is so indignant to
think Of Paul Despard's presumption, he
threatens to bury US alive on the Colorado
ranch. He--he says | have brought you
up in pretty way, and he is--as mad as a
March hare!''
cor a hatter!'' said Miss Jessie. ''But
that means midsummer madness, not tenn
pers. declare [ think papa might be sat
isfied with having arranged his own mar
riage and let mine alone"
''Oh, Jessiel"
"Well, this is free country, mamma,
and | am grown woman, and shall mar
ry when | wish to, and shall not marry
when [ don't wish to, papa to the contrary
Notwithstanding" And the naughty
tempered Miss Jessie picked out her lace
.utfies and smothered out her pink bows,
and looked at her mother and laughed.
''Would you, mammal" said she.
| 81 don't know, JESSIE" said Mrs. Bran
| cepeth, wiping her eyes so vigorously that
| they locked as if tears had been there
| You know | am old-fashioned. [ have
| beliefs, superstitions--I don't know what.
| shouldn't dare disobey parent in such a
serious matter, and expect anything but
disaster to ove1take me. And here--I can't
say--perhaps your father is right. He
knows Paul Desp.rd is only making his
way, and Prince Vinc't"
"Well, what of Prince Vinca?n said the
impatient beauty.
"Well he is prince to begin with.'
eyes | know that" said Jessie, more
quietly. And L don't pretend to say,
mamma, that the thought of being prin-
cess hasn't attractions. But that man-that
man, mamma, he hasn't any attractions"
prince Vinca' said her mother.
why, I'm astonished, Jessie. He looks
like a Roman emperor"
Yes, just like one of those old beasts
that exhausted the empire for their pleas
ules. And s!.ouId be one of the things
led captive in his triumph
cor he in yours"
II really believe mamma, you want me
to sell myself for title''
Il want you to be happy, JESSIE" said
Mrs. Brancepeth, with dignity.
eff Paul Despard were only prince in
in the Argentine legation-''
Dear me, Jessie, why will you mention
Paul Despard when you know your
father would cut you off with shilling
''Paul Despard would be glad of me
without penny to my name said Jessie.
Wouldn't Prince Vinca?'
Greatly mamma | don:t-believe-h
would. With all his gasconade about ador-
alton, dont't believe he would.'
care you certain Jessie?,' said the
diplomatic lady, who was gradually work
ing things in the direction she wished.
"You don't mean that you think he is
trying to marry you for your money? |
should hate to have people say you bought
him.
People will say that anyway. 1t isn't
in human nature not to say spiteful things.
That is the claw of the original wild beast
in u.s.
BY the way, JESSIE said her mother,
i have an appointment with Mrs. Lespin-
ard at one, and | wish you would order
your phaelon and drive down to the green
house. Durkee has gone to market, and
Mrs. Bunce says we havn't half enough
flowers for dinner And her mother sat
thinking Of the lovely picture it should be
when the child should come driving back
i'll her snowy laces and muslins, her hat
Wreathcd with its apple blossoms, and the
carriage heaped with hot-house flowers.
But Miss Jessie did not come that way.
might, indeed, say that Miss Jessie new
er came home at all but that would hard
ly be the exact statement.
AS she drove down the avenue, taking
back the flowers, and making all the beau
tiful picture her mothers fancy had drawn,
and more, Miss Jessie deserted, some way
before her, a tall figure with book under
the left arm. She was not ready for any
definite parley, and shock the reims loose,
and the detOur OF 4 square, 10 come upon
him face to face on the narrower street
Are there Two of your she cried, before
she thought; and then she had drawn up
to the sidewalk. Isn't this royal sum-
mer? p she said. There is something del |
icious about this heat