Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1884-11-15

be my wife receiving attention from
q man whose character is, to say
the best of it, uncertain
| Daisy pouted, and tore the petals
off the bunch Of roses she wore in
her belt.
You will not encourage him
any more, Daisy ~ pleaded Herbert
after moment OF silence.
81 have not encouraged him, Her
bert.n
"At all events,n Herbert Winfield
answered, .you know how I fee
upon the subject now, and ! trust
you will respect my opinions"
He went away, for the first time
during their engagement, without a
kiss, and Daisy, standing there on
the piazza, thought how very I'M
reasonable Herbert Winfield was
growing.
But o pretty girl of sixteen can
not always regulate her freaks and
fancies, as if she were staid ma
tron of six and foyty-and the very
next day Miss Daisy allowed herself
to be coaxed to apicnic party, where
Mr.. Revere Svkesleigh was one OF
the principal actors, and, OF course,
Mr.. Sykesleigh, being to certain
degree responsible for her presence,
was obliged, not at all unwillingly.
to see her there.
And. as i'll luck would have it, she
was just driving up to the door, SIT
ting by Mr.. Sykesleigh's side, when
Herbert Winfield entered the gate.
He turned instantly away.
"Herbert," she called, leaning
over the side of the carriage" Her.
bert ~
But he either did not hear her or
would not heed, and Daisy WAS too
proud to repeat the call.
"Let him CO." she thought to her.
self, with provoked dignity. "He
will come back soon enough
Here, however, was where Miss
Daisy miscalculated the relative
strength Of a mans pride and a
mans love? Herbert waited for
her to send for him-she waited for
him to ccme, and neither of these
events TRANSFERRED. At the end OF
the month he wrote her a brief,
cold note Of farewell-she answered
it by enclosing the engagement ring
without word of comment.
"But | won't send the little gold
dollar" Daisy thought, with an in
involuntary pang at her heart. "He
will never think of that p
How many engagements that
might have ripened into long life
of mutual happiness are broken, just
so! Alas! did we know all life's
secrets, how soft our hearts would
grow toward one another!
Ten year afterward, and Daisy
Wallace, far away from her tree
powered country home, was stand
ing beside a neagre fire ofcarefnlly,
husbanded Goals, her hands clasped
thoughtfully before her, after the
old, girlish fashion she had not yet
forgotten.
II don't like to part with it, moth
err she said sadly; sit was papa's
present, In The old daysw
We can remember papa without
any such relics, Daisy" Mrs, Wal
lace answered; sand we need the
money"
Daisy took down the little clock,
with its carved garland ofivy leaves,
from which the dial peeped, with
gilded hands and figures traced in
dainty enamels.
IL suppose it must co." she sigh
ed, "but / should like to keep it ~
Nevertheless Daisy put on her
shawl and bonnet, and wrapped
the tiny clock in fragments Of brown
paper, as if it had been human
creature.
The keeper of the second hand
curiosity shop was not at all anxious
to buy the clock. He had plenty
of such trifles on hand already,n he
said, they do not sell we.l-but to
oblige the lady, he would let her
have dollar for it."
A dollar!'
"And that's more than it's really
WORTH" the sly jew answered.
What was Daisy to do7 What
can poor, lorlorn woman do, when
all the knaves and cheats i'm the
world conspire against herr Only
submit-and SO Daisy left the clock
and went slowly home, with the
dirty one-dollar bill in her portemo
maize.