The Mineral argus., 1885-04-09

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ford.
Cathio was sitting at the breakfast
table.
Must is for the Queen" said Mr..
Hartford, reaching out for another muf-
FIN.
snow. uncle. pleased" implorcd
Cathie.
"How many hats have You got al.
ready?" memorable demanded Mr..
Hartford.
"Nothing that is suitable for this oc-
casion," responded Cathie. 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 was made, has
gone into mourning and decided not to
take i'll"
Indeed" said Uncle Hartford.
"Dear uncle, you'll give me twenty
dollars!"
"IIl give you nothing Of the sort, "
said Uncle Hartford, decidedly.
Catl,ie cried little when her uncle
had gone to his Office.
"Mean old thing! I" said she. apostro-
phixing the portrait of her Rrand-uncle.
which hung stiff and simpering above
the mantle. "With oil your oceans OF
money to grudgo me poor twenty dol
lars for q dress hat And Paul Atherton
is to be there, and Rose st. Felix will
have him all to herself-and and"
And new gnsh of tears followed this
dismal foreboding.
LEND you twenty dollars, Mrs. APP
sell? What do you want mo to lend you
twenty dollars for?"
Paul Atherton was looking very kind
" down upon the pale, pinched little
widow in hsr rusty Grape and worn bonn
bazine. and Mrs. Apsell took courage
to reply:
ats interest money that owe on the
mortgage my poor Herbert gave Mr..
Hartford, tho banker. And if it isn't
paid promptly, I'm afraid he'll fore
close; and all the living made for my.
self and the children is by keeping
boar,lers in that little house. have
hoped all along to raise the money with
out troubling you. but my best bOarders
left me last month, and the rooms arc
vacant yet, and"
Mr.. Atherton put his hand into his
pocket at once.
mo more apologies. I beg" said he.
"If cant spare little money TO Her
bert Apsell's widow, l ought to le cash
tered. Here's twcnty-dOllar bill-fve
rather been keeping it for good luck, on
account of tho Maltese cross drawn in
red ink ON il, butt can afford to transfer
the balance of luck to your account,
think!"
And Mrs. Apsell went Immediately
the tears OF gratitude believing b a
poor, little eyes-to No.-Fifth nv
enue. where Cathie Hartford was vel
bewailing her affection.
"What is il Bruce" said Cattle to tn,
pink.ribboned parlor maid.
Uncle Hartford would not consent Il
man in plain livery, although Cathi'
had declared, over and over again, ]
was quite essential to their stand in 80
ciety.
please, miss, it's person as insist
on seeing you, il Mr.. Hartford isn't in
A person to pay some money. miss"
Cathie reused up at this and wen
out into the vestibule, where Mrs. Ap
sell was meekly waiting.
Its twenty dollars, MISS" said Mrs
Apsell. that I owe Mr.. Hartman you
fatler-"
"Uncle," corrected Cathie, rathe
stiflly.
"Uncle-begging your pardon-fo
interest on q mortgage on a house !
Hooper street; and if you'll kindl
give it to him"
40, certainly, certainly" said Cathis
and Mrs. Apsell went away.
"Now," cried our disconsOlate youn
dau,sel, "I1l have that dress hat q
Madam Persiana's or Ill know the res
son why. Uncle won't know the none
has been paid in. and next week, whe
my quarterly allowance comes in, l.
make it all straight"
Miss Cattle Hartford appeared {
Mrs. Harte Willoughby's in o super
white velvet hat, trimmed with snow
ostrich tips and silver wheat, tippe
with crystal dewdrops, and Mr.. Athcl
ton thought he had never seen so pref
ty and fascinating o little creature
all his life.
IL do believe" said Mr. Anterior
"l'm falling in love with that little girl
He went home to his hotel. Mr.
Apsell was sitting in tho reception
room waiting to zee him.
"Hello!" said Mr.. Atherton.