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

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seemed as if her face was framed in sil
yer, dark, glittering eyes not unlik
| Isidora's own, and skin which wa
still as fine grained and delicate as
magnolia petal.
a strange place, this Florida. saie
she slowly waving to and fro her blacl
satin fan, which was painted in wreathi
of pink roses. Here is solitary strir
of sand, with a toy city uprisen on it,
here is doll-cottage furnished like
Fifth avenue palace, chairs and sofas
in peacock blue plush, ceilings frescoed
kitchen full of lizards, back window:
shaded by fuchsias which New Yorl
florist would sigh for. And here i:
Miss Grasse down sick with chills anc
fever, and
IF you please, ma am, said Hester
the maid, prim, elderly person, opening
the door at this stage of her lady's soil
loquy, here is the young person Mr.
Linton spoke to you about.
And Isidora Brewster glided in, and
stood before the woman she had So
longed to behold.
Mrs Brewster put on her eyeglasses
and surveyed the girl from the crown Of
her small, shapely head, to the little
booted foot that peeped from beneath
the hem of her dress.
You are very young, said she.
Not to young to suit you, madam, ]
hope, said Isidora, in the sweet Southern
accent into which she had been born.
Eighteen? questioned Mrs. Brew
ster.
No. madam, sixteen!'
What do they call you?
Dora'
Yes, but Dora what? You are not
nameless, | suppose?'
lsidora hesitated second, and then
boldly appropriating her mothers maid
en- name, she answered
Dora Martini
Have you ever filed such situation
before? asked Mrs Manton Brewster
still with the glittering eyes fixed upon
the girlish, dimpled face.
No, Isidora answered But | shall
try to please you, madam
And | think you will succeed, said
Mrs. Brewster, kindly. IF you suit me,
l will pay you the same salary which
have been giving Miss Grasse. You
seem young and earnest. Mrs. Grasse,
not through any fault of hers, | sup
pose,-is old and listless. like youth.
1t is pity that one cannot be young al
ways
And at the end of twenty-four hours,
Isidora Brewster had fairly won her way
into her grandmother heart.
You are a darling, said the old lady,
enthusiastically. | don't see how it can
be, that your relations can spare you. |
shouldn't, l know, if you were minel
Isidora looked quickly up-her heart
was full But before she could speak,
Miss Grasse called feebly from her room,
to know if it was time for her medicine!
Perhaps it is just as well, thought
Isidora. | might have been premature!
At weeks end Miss Grasse was bet
ter. But nothing could induce her to
remain longer in this treacherous Flori-
da climate
What shall l do?' said Mrs Brewster,
a little doubtfully. Mrs. Grasse is wild
to return to the North.
Let her go, said Isidora. She is
thoroughly disenchanted with the South
She will never again be contented here.
Dear Mrs. Brewster, | will remain
with you!
Mrs. Brewster stopped to kiss the
sweet sparkling face.
But always?' said she. Will you
stay with me always, Dora? | have
learned to love you, dearest,-I cannot
do without you nowl
Isidora shrunk away,-she covered
her face with both hands.
oh, don't speak 10 ME 80 kindlyP she
cried out 1t pierces like an arrow to
my heartl For, dear, dearest Mrs.
Brewster, | have been deceiving you.
Grand mamma, sinking ON one knee at
the old lady's feet, am Isidora, your
only sons only child love you,-but
if you choose to Danish me from you, |
will receive your sentence without a
word
But the old lady took the girl tender
ly in her arms.
My darling my darlingF was all that
she said And Isidora knew that she
had won the victory
They never were parted afterward,
these two women. And old Mr.. Linton
often tells the story as one of the few
romances of his legal life.
Love can conquer prejudice, it
seems, he says, with chuckle. And
when one comes to think of it, Love is
the victor in most of Life's battles =
Shirley Bro,on.