The Grenada gazette. (Grenada, Miss.) 1885-18??, 1885-12-19

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boarded with them"
Eyes, sir" said Cornelia, growing red
in the face. 1--WE heard them speak
of him.
"Ah," said the gentleman, che was
a very dear friend as well as a client OF
mine. He died about two months ago
in London, England. He was very
wealthy at the time of his death, and
he never forgot the kindness of the
friends Of thirty years ago, who knew
him in his daysof comparative poverty.
Yes, they are gone also; but the little
Girl who waited on him so lovingly still
lives. She was eleven years old at that
time. lsuppose | address her
No, sir" said Miss Lunt, redder
than cyer-as Mr.. Dumsday turned an
attentive ear to this dreadful statement
and feeling hat one lie begot many,
and that having tibbed in the family
Bible she must stick to it or dic-"No,
sir. was not born at that date
Il have my old friends record, v
said Mr.. DSdridge-'lS-was the date
of the arrival here. You were one
month old then; 1S-was the date of
his departure. Plainly you were eleven
wears of age. You attached yourself
fondly to my old friends heart, mad
am"
No, | didn't" said Miss Cornelia,
tartly. Il ought to know. | never saw
him. Wa born just after he left, I've
been told. There's the Bible on the ia
bic; look at the date
She opened the volume at the fatal
h~y-lraf; the lawyer peruscd it slowly.
Il see, I see he said. well, well;
and who was the little girl?'
Agony of agonies! Here was another
lie needed. Mr.. Dumsday's eyes
opened widely, He listened more in
tcntly He looked at the lady. She
must tib again. and blackly this time.
THAT was 4 little adopted child that
died." said Miss Cornelia, family.
They didn't think they should have
any family of their own
II see said the lawyer, rising ii
see. My friend hoped she had grown
to be a woman. Good day.
And | cant see why you should
come here to add to a lady's age
said Miss Cornelia. Pm sure its very
impolite.'
"Madam,' said Mr.. Dodridge, hat
in hand. II have an excuse; Mr.. Noire,
good old man, left all his fortune to
that little girl. Had she lived she
would have been an immense heiress.
\ lawyer is naturally cautious. I paved
the way-paved the way, that is ALL"
Poor Miss Cornelia! She gazed at
the gentleman in utter CONSERVATION,
and he continued:
However. some charities will be the
better for the fact; no wind but blows
some n good, after ALL
He departed; Miss Cornelia bowed
him out. After all, what did it matter9
Fortune. in the person of Mr.. Dums-
day. was at her feet, aud she had saved
ten years of her age in his eyes.
But alas. what allied MI. Dumsday?
He had arisen; his face looked pale,
his co]untenance anxious. He shook his
head slowly, went to the candle-stand,
folded the leaves of the family Bible,
and spoke as follows:
''Cornely, from what I see, your just
about thirty years of age, aren't YEP
eyes, said Cornclia, wonderingly.
This is a trial to me, Cornely," said
Mr.. Dumsday, II know I've been to
blame if it come to nothing, but we must
part
Did you think l was young?' said
Cornclia. is that it,"
''No. Cornely,' said Dumsday, "but
] took a Bible oath to my daughter.
Jemmimy--Mr>. Nutmegs, that is--never
to marry no second wife twas under
forty, so | picked you out. Don't
make a goose of yourself by marrying
a girl at your age, pa says Jemmimy;
and she made me swear on the Bible
She did indeed. SO you see | can't
break that, and it's all up. Goodbye,
Cornely; | hope | amt spilled your
prospeN. Some younger man will"
He paused and put his handkerchief
to his eyes and turned toward the door.
Oh cried Cornelia. ''Oh. come
back. III tell the truth. l am forty"
''Rec0rds cant lie. | see it in the
Bible said Mr.. Dumsday. Fare
well. CorncIy It's q cross, but must
bear it
He kissed Cornelia and departed, and
since that day Cornelia has had ample
time to acknowledge to herself that she
made a slight mistake in whiting
down the record Of her age in the fam
lily Bible, and to weigh against the dis
advantages Of those ten additional years
the advantages of a husband and a
fortune, i arriSburg Patriot.
A Mysterious Affection.