News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1884-10-09

| cS MI DJhtSlSlSu sue, When h0FDSE
Winfield entered the gate. He turnet
instantly away.
Herbert" she called, leaning owe
the side of the carriage-''Herbert ~
But he either did not hear her O.
would not heed, and daisy was too
proud to repeat the call.
''Let him co. she thought to her
self, with provoked dignity. "He vii
come back soon enough"
Here, however, was where Miss Daisy
miscalcuIated the relative strength o.
a mans pride and mans love? Her.
bert waited for her to send for him-she
waited for him to come, and neither Of
these events transpired. At the end o
N oIstll be wrote her brief, cold note
of farewell-she answered it by enclos
ing the engagement ring without word
of comment.
"But I won't send the little gold
dollar" Daisy thought, with an invol-
untary pang at her heart. "He will
never think of that |"
How many engagements that might
have ripened into long life of mutual
happiness are broken, just sol Alas
did we know all ife's secrets, how soft
our hearts would grow toward one
another
Ten years afterward, and Daisy Wal
lace, far away from her tree-bowered
country home, was standing beside a
meager fire of carefully-husbanded Goals,
her hands clasped thoughtfully before
her, after the old, girlish fashion she
had not yet forgotten.
ST don't like to part with it, mother, ~
she said sadly; sit was papa's present,
in the old days!"
"We can remember papa without any
such relics, Daisy" Mrs. Wallace an
swered; "and we need the money"
Daisy took down the little clock, with
its carved garland of ivy leaves, from
which the dial peeped, with gilded
hands and figures traced in dainty
enamels.
81 suppose it must CO." she sighed,
'but I should like to keep it T.
Nevertheless, Daisy put on her shawl
and bonnet, and wrapped the tiny clock
in fragments of brown paper, as il
it had been human creature.
The keeper of the second hand curl
osity shop was not at all anxious to buy
the clock. "He had plenty of such
trifes on hand already" he said, "they
did not sell well-but to oblige the lady,
he would let her have dollar for it,
ga dol!arl"
"And that's more than it's really
worth. " the sly Jew answered.
What was Daisy to do? What can a
poor, forlorn woman do, when all the
knaves and cheats in the world conspire
against her? Only submit-and so
Daisy left the clock and went slowly
home, with the dirty one-dollar bill in
her portemonnaie.
The man put the clock in bis window,
chuckling to himself over his excellent
bargain as he did so-and it was no:
long before customer arrived.
Herbert Winfield wanted just such q
picturesque little piece of carving fol
his library mantel-the very mantle
he and Daisy had talked about, years
ago-and he promptly walked in ant
asked the price.
"Ten dollars, sir-and cheap at that =
the dealer answered. "Look at tht
carvings y
And Herbert paid the ten dollars, ant
took the little clock home.
cit finishes up that side of the room
very nicely" Herbert thought. "Stay
I have half mind to try how i
would look on the bracket over th
table,"
AS he lifted it down, something
seemed to click far down on the top o
the case, below the carved wreath O
ivory leaves-something SO hidden ant
obscure that even the shrewd eyes o
the Jew dealer had failed to perceive it
presence.
Herbert Winfield, his curiosity some
what piqued, unscrewed the top, an
there, on the dusty case, lay a slende
blue ribbon, as if it had sometime bee
caught there, with split gold dollar at
tached to its azure tillet.
Winfield started, and colored, and hi
heart throbbed 1t was as If Daisy's ow
voice had called to him, out of the depth
of the past ! He was never one VIII
took heed of sighs or omens-and thi
was a sign he could not disregard
Straight to the curiosity shop b
went.
"Who sold you that clock p he asked
"The little French clock with the ga
land of ivory leaves round the top,
mean p
The man turned to his books with
slow deliberation which was indescrib
bly, aggravating to Winfeld's feveris
mood.
sI don't know the name," he a
swered, "but l know where they liv
q At No.-Raymer street-a tall youI
lady, with brown eyes and very pa
: cheeks y
How Herbert's heart throbbed as
ascended the narrow, uncarpeted sta
I way of the tenement house, its ledg
s worn into little hollows by the tread
many feet, and knocked at the do
/ which had been pointed out to him
# the entrance to Mrs. Wallace's room.
v How the old times came back to h
n as he entered and saw Daisy sitting
t, alone at the window, sewing wear
away at same coarse work.
fl She rose up, with little shrek.
t. "Herbert +
v Eyes, Daisy, it is Il Are you sol
a to see me? ?"
"Oh, no, moi" she sobbed. 81 am
r glad. I thought everybody had forg
ten mep
D. 'Did you suppose I, could ever for(
le you, Daisy?
CT He listened to the story of reverse a
trouble which she had to tell, witt
r tender sympathy which soothed
8. like the touch of friendly hand.
q. "Why did you not send to I
rt Daisy?'' he asked, almost reproachful
81 thought you did not care for
OF any more, Herbert p
,s. ''Look in my eyes, Daisy, and tell
i'd what you think now p
sy She glanced shyly up--then her i
in fell