Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1884-11-22
fed as possible "Ail the girls are de-
lighted with NJ. Sykesleigh."

Ali the girls are not engaged to be |
married y retorted Herbert, bitterly.
Does it follow that because am en-
gagged | am to he q prisoner ?''
Daisy, you know better than that"
'You are too exacting, Herbert.
hope you are not going to turn Jealous
lover"
81 am not Jealous. Daisy" he an
Fwercd, little coldlv; ''bnt l do not
like to see the woman who is to be nv
wife receiving attentions from a man
whose character is, to say the best of it,
uncertain"
Daisy pouted, aud tore the petals off
the bunch of roses she wore In her belt.
''You will rot encourage him any
more, Daisy p pleaded Herbert after a
moment of silence
II have not encouraged him. Her
bert"
cat all events" Herbert Winfield an
swered, "you know how l feel upon the
subject BOW, and trust you will respect
my opinions"
He went away, for the first time dur
ing their engagement, without kiss,
and Daisy, standing there on the piazza,
thought ho w very unreasonable Herbert
Winfield was growing.
But pretty girl OF sixteen cannot
always regulate her freaks and fancies,
as if she were staid matron of six and
forty-and the very next day Miss Daisy
allowed herself to be coaxed to picnic
party, where Mr.. Revere Sykesleigh was
one of the principal actors, and, of
course, Mr.. Sykesleigh, being to GER
tain degree responsible for her presence,
was obliged, not at all unwiliingly, to see
her there.
And, as ill luck would have it, she
was just driving up to the door, sitting
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 r.
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 marfs pride and a 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.
month he wrote her brief, cold note
of farewell--she answered it by enclos-
ing the engagement ring without a word
Of comment
"But | won't send the little gold
dollar Daisy thought, with an invol-
untary pang at her heart. "He will
never think of that y
How many engagements that might
have ripened into a long life of mutual
happiness are broken, just so Alas !
did we know all Iife's secrets, how soft
our hearts would grow toward one
another
Zen year, :,fterward, and Daisy Wa :
Iacc. far away from her trte-bowereu
country home, was standing beside a
meager fire OF carefully u-handed coais.
her hands claspel thoughtfully before
her, after the Old, girlisE fashion she
had not We. forgotten
II don't like TO part with it, mother.
she said sadly; 1t was rapa's present,
in the old days''
I'VE can rtme mher 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. 'fron,
whicR the dial peep~d. with gilded
hands and figures traced in dainty
enamels
II suppose it must 60, she sighed
"but l should like to keep il =
Nevertheless. Daisy put on her shawl
and bonnet, and wrapped the tiny CLOCK
in fragments of brown paper, a. i
| u Iau ttSll uuIuaI Creature.
The keeper of the second hand curl
osity shop was not at ali anxious 10 buy
the clock. "He hal plenty of suci
trifies on hand already, he said, the,
did not sell well-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 do? What can
poor. forlorn woman do, when all tn,
knaves and cheats in the world conspir,
against her? Only submit-and s.
Daisy left the clock and went slowly
home, with the dirty one-doflar bill i,
her portemonnaie.
The man put the clock in bis window
chuckling to himself over his e1cellen
bargain as he did so-and it was no
long before customer arrived
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