Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1884-01-10
LOVE AND PREJU DICE.

LOVE AND PREJUDICE.
"And she won't receive me?' cried
Isidora Brewster. Just because / am
my mother daughterl Oh, can there be
worse injustice than this in the world?
Mrs. Brayton Brewster is woman
of remarkably strong prejudices, said
Mr. Linton
But, cried Isidora, this is cruell
does she reflect that / am an orphan,
utterly alone and friendless in the
worId?'
Not friendless, my child, said the
old family lawyer, with a tremble IN his
voice. Not friendless, as long as |
still retain recollection of the many
kindnesses and benefactions which |
have received at your fathers hand.
And, moreover you have wealth. When
you are a little older, Miss Brewster,
you will comprehend that money will
always insure friends.
Yes said the girl, with her short,
red upper lip curling contemptuously,
but what sort of friends? Tell ne more
about my grandmother, Mr.. Linton,
what is she like?
The red Floridian sun was sinking
low behind the cedar groves, the soft
breath of closing flowers hung heavily
on the air, and Isidora Brewster, all in
white, looked like one of the tall lilies
Of the garden, as she leaned against the
teranda post, with clasped hands and
brilliant, intent eyes, Old Mr.. Linton
sat opposite, in the wicker chair, looking
at her with a certain pity IN his gaze.
So young, so beautiful, SO rich in all
but lovel
She is like queen, he said She
has polished manners, and the graceful
ease of polished lady. She has trav-
eled much. She has read everything
Her house is the resort of scholars,
artists, travelers-all the most refined
society
Yes, yes, Isidora cried. 1t is ex-
actly as | had fancied it! Oh, how |
should love her if ! could but win my
way to her heart Why did she hate my
mother SOP
AS / said before slowly uttered Mr.
Linton, she is is a woman Of prejudice
Your father was man of impulse. 1t
is not necessary for me to repeat to you
the story Of his romantic marriage with
the beautiful young girl who was COVER
ness in frontier family
But she was a LADY, flashed out
Isdora.
Granted, but she was not the bride
upon whom Mrs. Manton Brewster had
set her heart for her son. Your father
loved her, and she made his home happy
That should be enough But it did not
satisfy his mother
The tears glistened in Isidoras eyes
IF she would only let me love her,
said she. IF | could only try to win
her heart. But to be repulsed, | think,
would kill ME-
Mr.. Linton smiled sadly.
In their imagination, said he, young
people are easily killed. In actual life
it takes a good deal to complete the
business
Listen, cried the impulsive child.
Couldn't disguise myself? Or no, that
would be unnecessary. My grandmother,
has never seen me- | could assume
another name, different personality,
and thus, perhaps, | could steal my way
into her heart
Mr.. Linton shook his head obviously.
People don't do that exceptin novels,
said he
But | don't see why they shouldn't
That is because you are SO young,
said the lawyer, dryly.
But after he had gone, Isidora sat
down in the violet twilight to ponder
over this fantastic possibility.
My fathers mother, she mused |
oh, love her already, even though l
have never seen her. / know / could
win her to love me if l only could gain
the opportunity.
But that was precisely what was
wanting and our dark-eyed heroine, in
steaad of laying romantic sort of siege
to the heart of her implacable old an
cestress, simply went to the sea-shore
with Lawyer Linton's daughters
And when the warm weather is over,
said the old gentleman, we will perhaps
travel in the North. You would like to
see Niagara, my dear, would you not?
and the White Mountains and Sara
toga, and all those places which you
have heard and read about?'
Yes, said Isidora But | would
rather see Mrs. Manton Brewster than
any of the places you have mentioned.
That's girl-nature all over, said Mr..
Linton, laughing and Struggling his
shoulders. There never was an Aladdin
Palace yet, but that if a woman came in
to it she would want Roc's Egg hung
up in the middle of it at once
But Silver Beach was the prettiest of
seaside resorts, and the beautiful young
heiress in her deep mourning was every
where petted and idolized
And one evening Mr.. Linton came
home to the hotel, with a peculiar sort
of smile on his lips
Rock Cottage, on the Point, was
taken last week, said he, by a lady from
the North, with her maid and companion
Are they pleasant people?' said Mrs
Linton. Because, in that case, it would
only be ordinary politenesss to call on
them
j believe they desire to be quite Sc
Guided, said her husband. But Isidora
Brewster glanced quickly up from the
see-weed she was arranging in her mar
inc herbarium
There is something about the Rock
Cottage people which you have not told
us yet, said she.
Mr.. Linton laughed What a little
enchanGress it isl said he. But you are