Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1885-05-23

No - Merid0n street, is musi,
teacher, and gives lessons to my
brothers. three little girls.n
Mr.. Persimmon stopped short in
the very flood-tide Of pedestrianisu
that flows at MONDAY round tbs
corner Of Broadway and Fourteenth
street, and let fall the tiny ebony
cane in bis CONSERVATION.
Eli n he calculated, feebly; -
mnsieteacherg Why, l always sup
posed she was an heiress."
sWho told you sof" asked Milfoil
wonderipgly. - 49,
We'll, Ican't say that any one
ever told me so,'' answered. Mr.. Per
simmon; nbut but I somehow goi
the impression. Why, she wears
such splendid solitaire diamonds!n
Hired, probably, or borrowed fol
the OCCASION" suggested Major Mil
foil.
"And dresses exquisitely."
"That's easily done, if one hap
pens to have rich relations"
Mr., Persimmon smote his lilly
smooth forehead with his left layen.
der-kidded palm.
"a music teacher !" he reiterated,
Well, I do say, Milfoil, it's deuce
OF a shame to pull wool over iel.
lows eyes in this sort of fashion.
Why, she must be a regular husband.
hunter"
"Granted that she ISL returned
Major Milfoil, quietly, "what are
you but wife.hunter ?n
"Oh-well-no doubt-very pos
sibly," acknowledged Mr.. Persim
mon, not without a very visible spice
of confusion; "but the cases are
quite Different
OWN you explain to me the differ.
ence" persisted Milfoil, malicious
ly.
"a music teacher! Upon my
word, it is disgraceful," went on
Paul Persimmon. "And ! had al.
most proposed to her. Dear, dear,
what a narrow escape I've had," and
he wiped his forehead with his
patchouly-scented pocket handker-
chief. "Think of me living up in
the fourth floor ola third rate board.
ing house and my wife giving leas.
sons to support usH
And as Milfoil looked at his com.
panion's effeminate countenance. and
listened to his words, he could not
but think that Miss st. Osborne had
a lucky escape.
Miss Laura st. Osborne was sit
ting in her luxurious room at Mrs.
Parker's fashionable boarding house
that same morning, looking extreme
~ pretty in morning negligee of
rose colored cashmere, while her
silky black curls we're tied back with
a broad fillet of pink ribbon, and
diamonds sparkled like so many big,
limpid dewdrops ON her pretty fin
gers. She was brilliant little bru.
nette, with peachy-red cheeks, long,
dark eyelashes and brows as black
and perfectly arched as if they had
been outlined with a pencil dipped
in Jet.
Opposite to her, at the mirror, be.
tween the two windows, a call, slen.
der girl of eighteen was trying on a
plain, little black silk bonnet.
" Are you going already, Estelle 7"
yawned the Oriental-eyed beauty.
Il must, Cousin Laura. | have a
lesson to give at one o'clock at Mrs.
Demetey's."
"Busy little beef" laughed Miss
St. Osborne. Really, Stella, you
make me almost ashamed of my own
dolce for niente life ms
"But you are rich. Laura, and |
am poorw
Nevertheless, You will not accept
pecuniary aid from me, you naughty
spirited damselw
Estelle st. Osborne shook her
head.
9 would rather be independent
said she, calmly.
$50 | must remain alone to re-
ceiye the visit of my handsome little
adorer. Persimmon," laughed Laura.
Estelle looked keenly at her.
Laura, do you like Mr.. PersiIn-
mon ~
"A littlew was the gayly defiant
answer. You do not ~
i have only seen him at dis.
tance, you know-but to me be seems
frivolous and shallow ~
"He is very handsome" Laura
dreamily observed.
/" Yes, but beauty is not every.
thing!r
{ And, so speaking, Estelle st. Os.
borne left the room.