The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-05-24
TRI-W WEEKLY EDITION.

Off@the priceless cupSs off 3the carved
shelf Of the Japanese cabinet and broke
it into three pieces. Ili +. II
'Mfs. Whitworth Walkinghaml vii
commit suicide" cried, Medora, clasp
ing her Aag9sassSiAttl / .,SislG ssllated horror
! ,usSH ss swear you to- eternal secrecy ~
said MI. Ballard, laughing, as he wrap
ped the precious pieces up in his pocket
handkerchief and. deposited them safely
in his pocket. eff there is store in
New York, Brooklyn, or Jersey City,
where this precious toy can be matched,
it shall not be left unsearched.n
"sYou can't match it," said Medora
Dallas, ,..F
: And she proved to be right.
In his despair, Hugh Ballard went to
old Mrs. Megarreau, who was exactly
like everybody's fairy grandmother.
"What am / to do?" said he, blankly.
''Do?" said Mrs. Megarreau, nodding
the diamond butterflies Oh her cap.
'Why, go to the china-painting and
decorating rooms, Of course, in liam
mersly Square. Take your sample,
and they'll duplicate it for you in
twenty-four hours. Say that Mrs.
Megarleau sent YOU"
Mr.. Ballard devoutly thanked the
old lady, and obeyed without loss of
time. Mrs. Baker, tile superintendent,
who sat at her desk, took the pieces of
Mrs. Whitworth Walkingham's IS doomed
cup and looked earnestly at them with
her head to one side.
eWe have that shape in our wares, -
said she; "and I am quite sure we can
reproduce the design-blue iris-buds
and marsh grasses. Miss Raymond's 8
designs are, some Of them, even more
exquisite than this. Rosabel, my dear,
come here"
And Rosabel Raymond, pale and
pretty as ever, came uncOnsciously
forward in her brown linen painting
dress, with a bow Of black ribbon at
her throat, and her lovely chestnut
brown hair pushed back from her face.
Mrs. Baker was holding out the bits of
fractured china, whereupon were
painted the blue iris-buds and drooping
grasses, but Rosabel never looked at
them.
"Mr. Ballard" she cried, her face
Frightening with delight which she
was too unsophisticated to suppress,
wv hat brought you to this place.
"Miss Raymond" he exclaimed, ,
what are you doing herc?"
LEARNING my own living,' said Rosa
bel, with quiet dignity.
docs Miss Dallis-Nledora, l mean
know where you are?n
''She ought to know" said Rosabel,
for it was she who recommended me
to come here. For the Dallases, |
think, were getting tired of me-" She
added, with sigh. "But 1 ought to
be very much obliged to her, for have
acquired most welcome independence,
and the work here is exceedingly con-
genial to my tastes. Is that the pat
tern you wish copied Mrs. Baker?n she
asked, taking a piece Of china.
'SOh, what an excellent group of
budsl yet I am bold enough to think l
can initiate it successfully"
eff you can replace that cup,n said
Mr.. Ballard, dramatically, ''I am your
slave for life." "@
81 think J. can promise to replace it
without any such condition." said
Rosabel, laughing. 40
And Mrs. Whitworth Walkingham
never knew that her iris-Dud cup was
broken until Hugh Ballard brought
back it's exact counterpart.
lie came no more to Mrs. Dallas
Tuesday morning receptions and Friday
afternoon teas. Miss Medora vainly
wondered why. But one day she met
him on Fifth avenue, and prettily re-
preached him with his recent absen-
teeism.
'I have been fortunate enough to
discover the abiding place of your
cousin, Miss Rosabel Raymond" said
he gravely.
Medora looked up, with deep color
mounting to her cheek.
'Indecd?" said she.
''lt was very kind of you to secure
for her such a congcnial position as
that" he added.
"Medora Dallas hung her head, and
was silent.
''But she will not remain there
long," he continued, cheerfully. "I
am happy to tell you that 1 am engaged
to her. We are to be married in a few
weeks. OF course you will receive 'at
tied"
Medora mumured something about
congratulations" and "delighted to
hear of it,"
But Mr.. Ballard smiled to himself
when she passed on.
"La belle cousine is not exactly
pleased," he said to himself.