Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1884-10-23

cheeks and sparkling eyes.
Gould it be-could it be Doctor
Virden?
She caught her breath, her heart
beat so violently with a sudden hope.
She hurried down with pink flush,
like the tinted heart of an ocean shell,
staining her cheeks, to meet-Richard
Barrymore.
He took her hands in a firm, gentle
clasp.
Get your things, Beulah, I have
come to take you home with me. Moth
er has room ready for you, and you
are to live with us
Oh, Richard, IL don't deserve it,
sobbed Benlah, remorsefully.
"Hush. Get your things ordered
Richard, authoritively, and let me
carry out your trunk; my wagon is at
the door.
And half-reluctantly, though with a
feeling of relief in her heart Beulah
allowed him to lift her into the wagon,
where he had already placed her trunk,
and they drove away.
Peter Fogg was as good as his word,
and before many days he drove into
town with his lursbering farm wagon
filled with the big piano, the handsome
pictures, and Aunt Dorinda's trunk,
containing her best clothes.
X X X
The honeysuckle and madeira vines
clustering about the old Barrymore
farm house were full of bloom, and
the scented petals of tall cinnamon
rose-bush We're dropping lightly on
Beulahs nut brown curls, as she sat
on the south porch with a basket of
yellow September peaches beside her.
Dick is 50 fond of peaches and
cream commented Beulah to herself,
as she peeled and sliced the ripe, gold
en-hued fruit. 'He shall have them
every day while they last
Just then the sound Of wagon wheels
was heard in the lane.
What on airth is that Richards got
in the wagon? asked Mrs. barrymore,
coming out on the porch just as the
wagon came into view. Kin you make
out what It's, Beuly? Your eyes are
better'n mine air.
Beulah shaded her eyes with her
hands and looked again.
lit looks like u big box, she said,
doubtfully.
And so it was big box, with a pi-
ano inside of it. There was another
box, also, filled with pictures, and
trunk.
Richard drove up to the doctor.
I've brought you Il present, Beu-
lah !. he cried galy. The piano and
pictures we'll put in the parlor, and
this trunk I'll just carry up to your
room.
And calling Sim, the hired man,
they carried it up at once.
Bculah could only look her thanks,
and then ran upstairs to hide her tears.
Half an hour later she came dancing
down stairs. laughing and crying to-
gether.
oh. Dick Oh, Aunt Laura = she
cried, Historically. There was will
after all; and here it is! 1t was in the
bosom of Miss Dorinda's dress, between
the lining and the outside. | thought
| would hang up the clothes, to air
them, after being shut up in the trunk,
and just happened to feel this in the
bosom of her silk dress. 1t was one
she had not worn for a good while
1t proved to be Il genuine will, made
three years ago, in st. Louis, where
Bculah and Miss Dorinda had spent a
few weeks one summer.
This accounted for Lawyer Green
having no knowledge of it.
Beulah was soon relnstatel in her old
home, and Peter Fogg and his wife, at
ter refunding the money paid for the
piano and other articles, went back to
their farm, greatly chasrined at the
unexpected turn of affairs.
4 wish the pesky trunk had of burnt
up fore ever we went an sold 1t,
grumbled Peter.
In which unvailng wish Mrs. Peter
conceded with him.
Among the visitors who soon flocked
to congratulate Beulah on her good
fortune, was Doctor Clarence Virden;
but much to his discontinue he was
informed that Miss Bitterswcat was
engaged"
And so she was, in more senses than
one.
For when the first October frosts had
crimsoned the trailing ivy-leaves and