The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1884-08-06

sizes fiIial devotion, had occasioned
him continued regret and now, a
fortnight before his wedding day, al
the last moment, it seemed fate had
a great trial la store for him.
One evening he noticed that Jo.
sizes manner showed unusual seri-
business but he Laughed it off, .
thinking, fondly, when she is a
married woman she shall have no
care"
just as he was about to close his
visit, Josie said:
Robert, want to speak to you
about something"
Speak away, darling" said her
lover, possessing himself of what
Harrison had called that dear little
hand" and quite content to listen.
Robbie, you know | have two
hundred dollars in the bank. 1t
would have been more, but"
Il know it. child,n said Robert re-
laxing slightly the clasp of the small
hand.
"Well, DEAR" said Josie, speaking
very quickly and softly, 81 wanted
to keep that money-or rather l
meant to keep it--for rainy day.
But now, all of a sudden, | want to
spend it. And l want to spend it in
a ridiculous way, and you will
think it a ridiculous way, and /
think so. too, looking at it in one
light. But never mind, Robbie, /
want to cross the ocean-don't start
SO, that's nothing much nowadays
to cross the ocean and come right
back. Oh. right back, you may be
sure, dear Robbie But even that
will defer eur wedding day a little
while. Hush. Don't say a word.
You have good faith in me, Robert
you have shown that to me always,
and without it, heaven knows you
would not want me for your little
wife, as shall be, dearest. Well, on
Saturday-and my passage is taken
Il am to sail. My heart is set upon
it."
And On Saturday, Robert actually
crying-'tis pity such uncommon
things should be-crying like a
child upon the seasick wharf whence
the jubilant looking steamship de-
parted-Jesie sailed.
A foggy night in London-a fog
gy night succeeding a foggy day );
the fifteenth foggy night, succeeding
fifteen foggy days. Very depressing
to an American.
Edw ard Lo yell leaving his Office
late, and YEARLY vending his way
to his lodgings, looked, this dismal
night, oh, how much older than he
looked a year ago. He had always
been a thoughtful, he was now q
sorrowful, man. His grief had told
upon him. Those vague, deadly
rumors-could any prosperity in
business, any kindness, any admira-
ton extended to him in his new
field of career, ever dispel them ?
And Frederika-would her faith die
at last of the slow poison?
Reaching his lodgings, Edward
Lowell found visitor awaiting him.
"a young woman foreigner, /
think, sir ; very respectable like.
She insisted on waiting, sir"
The young man did not recognize
his visitor. She made herself known
to him as the sewing girl who work
ed for Miss Carnes.
"Oh, do you not remember, sir ?"
she said. "Once you were so kind
to me-"
Then Josie Harte put into the
hand of Edward Lowell a little OBJ
iect which she had found inclosed in
a box pleat of a carriage dress, which
a fortnight before her wedding she
had been remodeling."
A diamond ring-the diamond
ring Edward Lowell, strongly nerv-
ed man as he was, turned pale and
at the sight of it.
The day Frederika Carnes, driv-
ing in the park with her lover, show
ed him her ring, it slipped from his
fingers, and lodged unseen in the
open pleat of her skirts goffered
flouncing.
Josie Harte, the humble, obscure
sewing girl to whom Edward Lowell
had shown brief chivalric kindness,
had crossed the ocean to put into
his own hands the clew alike of his
evil and good fortune.
take back this ring"