The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-07-24

thing so complete.
She was delighted with the gift, and
wrote many sweet, maidenly letters to
jobs Rose upon it.
But the winter went, and the summer
came and went, and they were not much
nearer marriage.
To be sure, John had permission to
buy the place back when he liked, and
the hay and fruit had brought him in
5000.
But he was only living on the old
| place as q tenant, and he looked so sad
and careworn when Phoebe saw him
| that her heart ached.
His old father, with his vicious hab-
| its, and weak good nature, was a great
trial and his inirm old grandmother,
who kept house for him was not the
best of housekeepers.
Phoebe knew Johns home might be
much more homelike; but it was not
possible to believe that it would be
best for him to add to his cares the sup
port of herself and her invalid moth
er.
She was q nice milliner, but she
knew John would not let her work at
trimming other peoples bonnets after
she was his wife. He could earn fair
pay at his trade of carriagemaker, and
preferred to support her himself.
So Phoebe waited for him, and her
mother fretted.
$50 foolish of Phoebe to cling to
John Rose! There were others as
good, and better, who loved the ground
she trod on and she had better love a
rich man who could marry her than q
poor one who couldn't"
Phoebe knew that all this referred to
Tom Embden, who kept a thrifty cor
ner grocery.
But she did not pay much attention,
for she would not have married Tom
Embden, with his fire red whiskers, his
lies, and little tricks of trade, if hand
some John had not loved her and she
had not loved him.
But her mothers remarks were not
always opportune, and were never
cheerful.
One day Tom Embden called and
offered himself for the third time.
To-be-sure it was done in a ocular
way, and Phoebe turned it aft as q joke;
but her mother who was in the room
was very cross afterward.
why will you be such a fool, Phoebe?
That young man will never ask you
again."
Il hope he never will, motherl"
"That l should have such a headstrong
girl! l am sure you are not e bit like
me, Phoebe. I vas always willing to
take advice"
"Oh, don't motherw cried Phoebe, |
in a panied tone. =-@A
Then, why are you so set on your
own way? Amy one can see that you
are throwing away 6 good chance for a
foolish notion I'm sure Tn not ambi-
tious to he connected with the Rose fam
lily. We were never rich, but We were
always respectable"
Phoebe had a headache from crying
on her pillow the night bafore, and she
did not feel as if she wanted to hear any
more said against dear John, SO she rose
rather hurriedly from her seat. The
act displaced the escritoire, and before
she could catch it, it had slipped with
a crash from the table to the floor.
As she stopped to pick it up, amid
her mothers voluable scolding, she
found that a thin panel had been dis
placed from the bottom of the box, and
in the cavity lay a thick letter, which
was sealed with wax, but bore no super
scription. She held it wonderingly in
her hand. After a while she laid 1t
down. Something, she could hardly
tell what, prevented her opening it.
She felt, thoughtfully, that it was not
hers. She replaced it in the box.
But the e~scritoire had to be mended,
and after a few days, she carried 1T to a
cabinet maker.
Handsome, quaint old thing, isn't |
it?n said Mr.. Glew. There's nice
workmanship for youl 'Tisnt much like
the cheap desks made nowadays. And
that reminds me that I saw an adyer-
tisement, yesterday, for an old escritoire
which had somehow got out of the
owners hands. Bless me, here it is
nowlD
WASrED-To recover an old mahogany es-
c~ritoire, lined with red satin 1t was stolen
from the owner, and for private reasons is very
valuable. Whoever returns it to Lydia A Gold
ing, % Auburn street, win receive q satisfacto-
ny compensation.
Phoebe trembled very much as she
went out of the cabinet makers rooms.
She felt as if something was going to
happen.
And something did happen.
After 4 ffsssrr thinking two days over the mat
ter, she carried the escritoire to 90 Au-
burn street. 1t was a very handsome
house, all inlaid woods and stained
glass and dome like ceilings.
Phoebe had never been in such q hand
some house before, and she had never
seen such o pretty little old lady as the
one in white satin ribbons who came
down to meet her.
She took the box from her eagerly,