The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1883-01-14

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numViys NY DelWed, can only promise to pe "
good husband to you til death US do partl'
99' YAK OF DEATH she whispers tremuousy
aay ana be buted In the same grayeg But, living or
uyi,9h my own darhnR' every thouRht OF my hea't
VIII be yours. ~
wltne alnt nut heavy sigh that almost sob, she
WINES them round his neck and lays her soft oheek
against ms .,
then we go onl
ma low was Julia looking ~ asked she presently
doed,upon the patriarchal sofa that certainly has
seen better days. But n II satin and down they
could not he more contonted with IL.
very handsome, " replies he with the most salts
factory Indifference. ~ 'lcily regular spleuddly
nun M so,t on business. NO SOUL and too much hesh.
MY angel You have saved mo. To think that only Tor
you might have married heri should, to moral
meant then"
what love means now.
81 You should ever be sorry about this, 4" says
Monica netvously,
Nonsense, darling; you know you are miles too
good for me. hone you win never he sorry, that's
al ohlca ,,-wisuuly' "are you certain, positive
thai YOU really love mey,'
am sure OF u as that wo are sitting here, "
says MISS Norwood solemnly.
further demonstration that they now really Know
what love means
do 10 You know, m awinllyhungty 'says George
presently, without the smallest shame, or recollection
that people N novels never cat anything when hned
with the tender passion.
-, St i your 70 you Know so am ], but dldn
quite Ike to say It, confcssos she nalvely. THE
servants are In bed, am nfrnd but there Is cold
chicken IN the pantry, and
- Let US go for u ourselves says George. AZ
we are going to seup housekeeping on limited scale,
tho sooner welearn how to lay table and help our
selves the better.
don't believe there Is any sherry, " says Miss
Norwood, blushlng generously; "but there Is ~
with considerable hesitation 'beer."
- " thero rs one thing on earth love- " sheer, "
says George Norwood
'Thefo nOw,N mufmurs she feprOaChfully.
And Just this moment you told me you loved only
me.'
And so do, you aud you only, ~ declares ho
teryenty.
More asterlsks
picture, says Monica, pointing to the oil painting
OF her grandmother no had admired on the nrst day
OF h'shr.ival' .,,
laughing.
Wen, take " down FOR me now; " viii he n les
son. nouwill Know exactly where to go for II next
time.
one laughs, 700 as sue says THIS, and drawing him
M TO the chimneYplece points to where the key
hangs behind the picture.
Was u fatality, or was II awkwardness2 As he
puts mp his hand he touches the painting. and the
falls heavily TO the gfound-so heavily that the hack
parts from IT. and leaves II rather adiapdated object
U" M, ,ue s mea" lug s,,o IA nm ,,o ,o,.,,, ~
piece OF yeliowsh parchment. tightly folded has
slipped from between the picture aud the frame,
George and Monica, both STOPPING to pick up her
grandmother, SEQ this paper ut the same instant.
She being the woman, Us naturally the most curious,
and therefore tho swiftest to snatch It.
'Now.n she says Rally putting Mt behind her
BACK, " what do you say " is-a legacy or hum
dred- pound note or mere padding to keep the por-
trait steadyY''
Mere padding " guessos he.
81 fairy gilt, " declares she.
Then they stoop over the lamp and examine II
cautiously.
When Norwood has opened u and read two or
three Hines OF the writing II contains he utters
ejaculation and turns to Monica with eyes bright
with excitement
what was The date of our grandfather's wil?"
he asks eagerly. ~ mean, how long before his
death was II written and sigued ~
Ihree years, " says Monica, gazing at him IN
wonderment.
Ana this is dated SIX months before his death, -
says he, with something In hts tone that resembles
awe. "This Is another and n later win, Monica and
II bequeaths all TO your father!''
II was quite true. I suppose the old man when
fpali al hat .st