Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1884-11-22

the dealer answered. Look at the
carvings
And Herbert paid the ten dollars, and
took The little clock home.
"It finishes up that side Of the room
very nicely" Herbert thought. "Stay
Il have half MIND to try how it
would look on the bracket over the
table"
As be lifted it down, something
seemed to click far down on the top of
the case, below the carved wreath of
ivory leaves-something so hidden and
obscure that even the shrewd eyes Of
the Jew dealer had failed to perceive its
presence.
Herbert Winfield, his curiosity some
what piqued, unscrewed the top, and
there, on the dusty case, lay slender
blue ribbon, as if it had sometime been
caught there, with a split gold dollar at
tached to its azure tillet
Winfield started. and colored, and his
heart throbbed It was as it Daisy's exn
voice had called to him, out of the depths
of the past He was never one who
took heed OF sighs or omens-and this
was sign he could not disregard
Straight to the curiosity shop he
went
"Who sold you that clock?" he asked.
"The little French clock with the gar
land of ivory leaves round the top, I
mean r.
The man turned to his books with a
slow deliberation which was indescriba-
bly, aggravating to Winfeld's feverish
mood.
Il don't know the name," he an
swered, "but. know where they live.
At No.-Raymer street-a tall young
lady, with brown eyes and very pale
cheeks T.
How Herbert's heart throbbed as he
ascended the narrow, uncarpeted stair
way of the tenement house, its ledges
worn into little holows by the tread of
many feet, and knocked at the door
which had been pointed out to him as
the entrance to Mrs. Wallace's room.
How the old times came back to him
rs he entered and saw Daisy sitting all
alone at the window, sewing wearily
away at same coarse work.
She rose up, with little shrek.
''Herbert =
''Yes, Daisy, it is I Are you sorry
| to see me?'
''Oh no. mol" she sobled Il am SO
| glad | thought every body had forgot
ten me.
"D1 You suppose could ever forget
You, DA.ss =
He listened to the story Of reverse and
trouble which she mad to tell, with q
tender sympathy which soothed he1
like the touch of friendly hand.
why did you not send to me
Daisy?' he asked, almost reproachfully
Il thought you did not care for me
any more, Herbert y
Look in my eyes, Daisy, and tell me-
what you think now r
She glanced shyly up-then her lool
fell
"What do they tell you, Daisy? d.
they speak the secret of my heart, ant
say that I love you still as dearl,
as ever? Daisy, You will COM
back to my heart"
He drew out the gold coin, hanginl
from its faded ribbon. and extended
smilingly toward her.
"Oh, Herbert l have missed it am
wept over it SO often. Where did yo'
find it ?"
he told her, adding: "It is goldel
link, dearest, to bind our two hearts to
gether; little guide which has led N
back to your side, after all these year
OF estrargement !!
When Mrs. Wallace returned fror
her brief absence, she found Daisy ono
more the betrothed bride of Herber
Winfield The ten years Of trial all
poverty were but dream that ha
passed away and been forgotten-an'
round Daasv's neck hung. as OF old, th
talismau she had rot seen for such
weary whlle-the tiny gold dollar on II
ribbon of blue
The course Of true love" had nt
run smoothly, bus it Was true love, an
SO II came right at last
How TO Do r.-Durine the siege
Paris NJ. Llsbonne, Prefect OF He-aul
sen. the following telegram to Gambet,
q, Tours: How shall I send 10 Par
FOR the Al obiles of Herault ten thousan
pairs of shoes 2" There was no reply
BE tried again. Still there was no Al
swer His third and las. telegram We
more successful. I. read. Your slene
is ine1plicab.e, and l shall send In n
resignation j: l do no, ge. reply.
ask now for the AS. lime how I can sen
IL our Mobiles ii Paris ten thousan
pairs Q, shoes e The answer came
last: l.: your shoes be aocompanie
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