The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-04-03
TWENTY DOLLARS.

ford.
Cathie was sitting at the breakfast
table.
Must is for the Queen" said Mr..
Hartford, reaching out for another muf-
fin.
"Now, uncle, pleased" implored
lCathie. hid
How many hats have you got al
ready" inexorable demanded Mr..
Hartford.
Nothing that is suitable for this oc-
casion," responded Cath1e. Ladies
dress so elegantly for Mrs. Harte- Will
oughby's morning concerts. And Mad
am Persiana has the loveliest opera that
she will let me have for twenty dollars
only half price, uncle, dear; because
Miss Hyde, for whom it Yves made, has
gone into mourning and decided not to
take it'll" aa#
'Indeed," said Uncle Hartford.
Dear uncle, you'll give ne twenty
dollars!" ... ...## H-
It'll give you nothing of the sort, T"
said Uncle Hartford, decidedly.
Cathie cried a little when her uncle
had gone to his Office. r vi.
Mean old thing" said she, arostro-
phizing the portrait of her grand-uncle,
which hing stiff and simpering above
the mantle. with all your oceans of
money to grudge me a poor twenty dol
lars for a dress hat And Paul Atherton
is to be there, and Rose st. Felix will
have him all to herself-and-and-"
And a new gush of tears followed this
dismal foreboding.
LEND you twenty dollars, Mrs. APP
sell? What do you want me to lend you
twenty dollars for?"
Paul Atherton was looking very kind
Iy down upon the pale, pinched little
widow in her rusty Grape and worn bonn
bazine, and Mrs. Apsell took courage
to reply:
Its interest money that owe on the
mortgage my poor Herbert gave Mr..
Hartford, the banker. And if it isn't
paid promptly, I'm afraid he'll fore
close; and all the living I made for my
self and the children is by keeping
boarders in that little house. I have
hoped all along to raise the money with
out troubling you, but my best boarders
left me last month, and the rooms are
roooDf yot onI ~
Mr.. Atherton put his hand into his
pocket at once.
"No more apologies, / beg" said he.
eff l can't spare a little money to Her
bert Apsellis widow, / ought to lie CASH
tered. Here's a twenty-dollar bill-Pve
rather been keeping it for good luck, on
account of the Maltese cross drawn in
red ink on it, butt Gan afford to transfer
the balance of luck to your account, /
think"
And Mrs. Apsell went Immediately
the tears of gratitude believing her
poor, little eyes-to No.--Fifth av-
renue, where Cathie Hartford was yet
bewalling her affliction.
"What is it Bruce" said Cathie to the
pink-ribboned parlor maid.
Uncle Hartford would not consent to
a man in plain livery, although Cathie
had declared. over and over again, it
q was quite essential to their stand in So
ciety.
A please, miss, it's q person as insists
on seeing you, if Mr.. Hartford isn't in.
A person to pay some money, miss"
Cathie reused up at this and went
vout into the vestibule, where Mrs. APP
sell was meeklv waiting.
Its twenty dollars, miss, " said Mrs.
Apsell, that / owe Mr.. Hartman your
father--n
@Uncle," corrected Cathie, rather
stiAly.
"Uncle-begging your pardon-for
interest on q mortgage on O house IN
Hooper street; and if you'll kindly
give it to him"
80, certainly, certainly /" said Cathie,
and Mrs. Apsell went away.
Now" cried ~disconsolate young
damsel, "I1l have that dress hat at
Madam Persiana's or I'll know the rea-
son why. Uncle won't know the money
has been paid in, and next week, when
my quarterly allowance comes In, I'll
make it all straight"
Miss Cathie Hartford appeared at
Mrs. Harte Willoughby's in q superb
white velvet hat trimmed with snowy
ostrich tips and silver wheat, tipped
with crystal dewdrops, and Mr., Athei,
ton thought he had never seen so pref
ty and fascinating a little creature in
all his life.
II do believe" said Mr. Atherton,
I'm falling in love with that little girl"
He went home to his hotel. Mrs.
Apsell was sitting in the reception
room waiting to see him.
"Hellol" said Mr.. Atherton.
He's going to foreclose. sir, Z sobbed