Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1884-11-07

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next day Miss Daisy allowed her
self to be coaxed to picnic party,
where Mr.. Revere Sykesleigh was
one of the principal actors, and, of
course, Mr.. Sytesleigh, being to a
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, sitting by Mr.. Sykesleigh's
side, when Herbert Winfield en-
tered the gate. He turned instant
/ ly away.
Herbert,' she called, leaning
over the side OF the carriage
III erbertr
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
his to come, and neither Of these
events transpired. At the end of
a mouth he wrote her brief, cold
note of farewell-she answered it
! by enclosing the engagement ring
without a word of comment.
Bat | won't send the little gold
dollar Daisy thought, with an in
voluntary 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,
lust so. Alas. did VIC know all
! life's secrets, how soft our hearts
would grow toward one another!
Ten years afterward, and Daisy
Wallace, far away from her tree
powered country home, was stand
ing besides meager fire of carefully
hus6anded Goals, her hand clasped
thoughtfully before her, after the
old, girlish fashion she had not yet
forgotten.
Il don't like TO part with it, moth.
er,' she said sadly; lit was papa's
present, in the old daysP
1--WE can remember papa without
any such relics, Daisy Mrs. Wal
lace answered; 'and we need the
money
Daisy took down the little clock,
with its carved garland ofivy leaves
from which tue figures traced in
dainty enamels.
Il suppose it must co. she sighed,
'but ! shOuld like to keep it,
Nevertheless, Daisy put on her
sha~l and bonnet, and wrapped
the tiny clock in fragments ofbCown
paper, as ifit had been human
creature.
The keeper Of the secondhand
curiosity shop was not at all anxi-
Gus to bay the clock. Gle had
plenty of such trifles on hand alrea-
dy,' he said, they did not sell we'll
but to obliSe the lady, he would
let her have dollar for it,
"a dollarl'
'And that's more than it's really
WORTH the slv Jew answered.
What was Daisy to dO2 What
can a poor, forlorn woman do, when
all the knaves and cheats in the
world conspire against her? Only
snbmit-and so Daisy left the
clock and went slowly home, with
the dirty One-dOllar bill in her por-
temOnnae.
The mau put the clock in his
window, chuckling to himself over
bis excellent bargain as he did so
and it was not long before Gus,
toner arrived.
Herbert Winfeld wanted Just
such a picturesque little piece of
carving for his library mantel-
the very mantle he and Daisy had
talsed about, years ago -and he
promptly walked in aud asked the
price.
Ten dollars, strand cLeap at
tbatr the dealer answered. Look
at the carvingsp
And Herbert paid the ten dol.
lars, and took the little clock
home.
1T finishes up that side of the
room very nicely Herbert thought.
STAY have half a mind to try
how it would look on the bracket
over the table,
AS he lifted it down, something
seemed to click far down on the top
OF the case, below the carved wreath
of ivory leaves-something so hid
den and obscure that even the
eyes of Tue jew dealer had failed
to perceive its presence.
Herbert Winfield, his curiosity
somewhat piqued, unscrewed the
top, and there, on the dusty case,
lay a slender blue ribbon, as if it
had sometime been caught there,
with a split gold dollar attached to
its azure fillet.
Winfield started, and colored,
and his heart thrObbed 1t was as
iif Daisy's own voice had called to