Seattle daily post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, W.T. [Wash.]) 1881-1888, 1883-12-23
lChicago Tribune.l


Stuyvesant Nutwood spoke in kindly
tones to his daughter, aud yet the girl
noticed, or imagined that she did. a
slight tremOr in bis voice, but thinking
it was due to the involuntary loosening
of his false teeth, gave the matter no
further attention. She crossed the
room to where her father was sitting in
his great arm chair beside the window.
Beryl had grown up on her fathers
farm almost without society, but not
without education, for every year she
had attended the seminary at Acorn
vile, and in her eighteenth year had
graduated with all the hoNOrs and a
percale dress. And then she had gone
back to the farm again, but somehow
her life there was not as satisfactory as
before. There were times when Beryl
felt sense of ennm mixed with An in
definable feeling Of restlessness that
would cause her to wander aimlessly
around the place in reverie until re-
called to the things Of this world by
stepping on her ankle. But though she
stroye to conceal even from herself the
real cause of this feeling, her heart
would ever and anon give a great throb
as she Thought of Rupert Holdings
worth, who was now struggling law
YER in n Western town. There had
been NO words of love between them,
but on tho day Rupert graduated they
had met for the last time, and, stand
ing beneath the saade of grand old
oak that guarded the entrance to the
college campus, kup.rt had taken
Beryls hand in his and said to her,
while his dark brown eyes seemed look
sv,rs ss~Ax~ hns N.>,1 ~
forget me entirely. Miss Stuy teeant 2"
Il shall never forget yOu," she re-
piled with grave earnestness, "as long
AZ live"
He At once stepped on her toes.
When Beryl had crossed the room her
father motioned her to q seat by his
side, and as she ouddled up cozily on a
hass0ok, and. placing her arms upon
her knees, looked up in his face with u
wondering expression in her great blue
ey 90, Stuyvesant NutwOod felt great
thrill of sorrow in the knowledge that
one day this beautiful girl, with all her
wealth of love and bandoline, would
leave him forever.
Il have received a letter from Rupert
Hollingsworth, Beryl," he said.
The girl gave Sudden atari, and q
wave Of crimson swept over the pure,
sweet face, bat she did not speak.
"Can you not guess" he continued,
what the purport of the letter is?''
Beryl could no longer look in her
fathers face. She knew full well why
Rupert Hollingsworth had written.
He had gone away two years before
i'm all the vigor of his glad manhood,
and his splendid talents had gained for
him success where others had failed.
And now. crowned with the laurel
wreath of victory, he had written to her
father for permission to urge his suit
with her. She knew all this full well.
and yet when her father asked her the
question 10 which her heart had already
given answer she did not reply.
lyon could never guess, little one"
sid S.uyvesant Natwood, with a merry
twinkle in his eyes, "why Rupert has
written. Do you think you oould?"
A deeper blush overspread the pretty
face.
"Bus will tell you," he continued,
"because you two were AZ college to-
oether. Still, perhaps, I had better be
silent, and again the laughing light
came into her fathers eyes.
Tell me, papa" whispered Beryl, no
longer able to conceal her eagerness,
why he has written"
HE wants something" was the reply.
"Can you not guess what il is?"
Every fiber Of Beryl's being is throb-
bling with expectancy nov. TheSun has
passed from sight, and great bands of
rosy light that stream up from below
| the horizons rim cast a strange halo
over the silent earth. Beryl feels the
solemn influences OF thu twilight hour,
but no word comes from her lips.
'Can you not guess" repeats her
father, what Rupert HollinRsworth de-
sires2"
For an instant she does not reply. To
answer the question in tie affirmative
would seem bold and forward, and yes
can she deny. even 70 herself, = know
ledge Of what Rupert desires? So she
simply says te her father: Tell me
what he wants"
Bending tenderly over his daughter,
Stuyvcsant Nutwood whispers with in
finite pathos In her ear: TWENTY-FIVE
dollars to get home WITH"