Weston weekly leader. [volume] (Weston, Umatilla County, Or.) 1878-189?, 1885-08-14


heIrtless woman! But you are SO good,
SO generous, you would not give up the |
plea. Let me try, auntie!-that has
been your plea-'let me so to see Cora
Worthingten? She is my cousin, and
has as good right to your love and kind.
ness as | have So I consented, you
had your way, Birdie, and-well, tell
me how she received YOU
''She- She refused to see mel" fall
tered Alice. 81 suppose the servants
took me for a seamstress or nobo iy,
for they were very pert and supercil-
ious. believed, auntie, that she was
at home all the time, but l blamed the
servants for her refusal to see me, until
--until-I left the house; then l saw
her at the. window of her room. She
saw me, recognized me, and drew down
the window shade. But never mind,
Aunt Lydia, I have done my duty.
Tomorrow shall write her note, and
beg her to come to US for few hours
visit, at least. Once here, she will un.
derstand ALL"
'My dear, you are a very Donna
Quixote," said the old lady; 'fCora
Worthington is a heartless, designing
woman-cold as ice-and although she
is my dear sisters only child. she is un.
worthy kind thought. She is just
like her selfish, tyrannical father. l
want Nothing of her.
A few moments later Alice returned
to her guest, who had suddenly learned
a lesson-an unexpected lesson, too.
For the loom which Aunt Lydia occu-
pied was situated in a projecting wing
of the house; the window was open to
| admit air and the straggliRg sunshine
after rain; the window near which Her.
bert Stanley was sitting was also open
at the top, and the young man had
overheard every word of the conversa-
tion. He resolved to profit by it. Be.
fore he left the house he was Alice Ray Is
betrethed husband.
The next day Alice wrote friendly
little note to her cousin, Miss Worth.
ingten, begging her to come to Aunt
Lydia's house; that the old lady was
very feeble and longed to see her before
she died. A curtly worded line was
returned, to the effect that Miss Worth.
ington found no such names upon her
visiting list as that of Misses Alice OF
Lydia Ray. of course that ended the
subject. Alice had done all in her
power to serve her cousin in way o.
which Cora Worthington little dreamed
but she had striven in vain.
"What do you want, Ninette? Didn'
I tell you not to disturb me again thi!
morn1ngy
Miss Worthington glanced up from
the novel in her hand as her maid cam,
to her side.
Ninette tossed her beribboned head
and her black eyes snapped viciously.
81 want my money, Miss Worthing
ten!' she said insolently. "You'v,
put me off times enough! haven't hat
dollar from you in three months, ant
Pm going to haye it now, or there will
be trouble!''
Miss Worthingten's face had grow
white as snow. She half arose, thel
sank back into her seat again.
"Ninette," she walled piteeusly, &c
may as well tell the truth. I have n
money! l have been trightfully extrav
! agant. and ruin stares me in the face
Mrs. Ward, my companion, brough
me pile of bills to-day, and the maj
contained nothing else. This hous
must be sold, and shall seek refus
with poor Aunt Lydia, whom l hav
disowned!
. "She is dead" announced the mai
:, coolly. 81 saw the notice in the morn
Ing paper. And, miss, that gentlema
who used to call here-Mr. Herbe,
- Stanley-he was married to your cousir
Miss Ray, at the old lady's death-beo
~ 1t was your aunt's request. And thu
G is not all. Your aunt left big forum
~ all to Mrs. Herbert Stanley-and-
30 N1nette did not finish, for Coz
n Worthington lay at her feet in dea
l. swoon.
q The Worthington mansion was close,
a the creditors satisfied, and a pal
~ weary woman, plainly attired, dro,
away from the magnificent home whit
would know her no more.
- Shortly afterward, in the capacity
- companion, she sailed for Eure
- with wealthy lady, and lived al
90 died in her employ.
= cas- you make your own bed," sa
=, the homely old adage, $50 you mt
le." And Miss Worthington had pa
- dearly for that one false assertion.
- "Only ayhitc lie.'' the devotee
=. fashion will exclaim in remenstrant
~ "a mere evasion permitted by soclet
nj and quite pardonable in the eyes of t
=, world.'
.s White or black, it was false! A
in the eyes of the great Judge OF
- world, all falsehoeds are alike.
rs
,rt Ii was Something she Hated.
In tsM hat Is II sissyt" said a Nest 81