The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-12-24
SWEETER THAN FAMF.

Stand asidel Herel open that
doorY'-to the cabbv who, seeing that
an accident had taken place, haddriv-
en- over to the spot where poor Evelyn
Gray (who had been on her way to
the city to try and sell her p~ictures)
had been knocked down by %afurniture
var and terribly shaken.
1t was Doctor Emerson who uttered
the above exclamation. He had come
up providentially in time to drag her
from the wheels OF the vehicle, and he
now assisted her into the cab, and
directed the driver to drive toward
her home.
The Doctor was struck with admir-.
alton of her beauty. He delicately
extracted from her the circumstances
under which she and her mother were
living.
Mother and l." she said, with a
half-sadsmile, "are alonein the world,
and quite dependent on each other.
We are poor, but we have known none
of the real hardships of poverty yet;
for when poor papa died, a year ago,
there was left to us, after the settle
ment of his affairs, sufficient money
to support us for quite q wilhelm
fact, until q few weeks ago. When
the money was nearly gone, we began
to look for some means of self-sup-
port. l suppose we ought to have
thought about that sooner; but my
mother was i'll for long time, and the
grief of our bereavement, together with
the sense of bewilderment that our
great reverse of fortune caused,
made us really unable to realize our
position or provide for the future.
Now, however, we have commenced
to look the inevitable bravely in the
fac and adapt our altered fortunes.
Poor dear mamma has obtained some
needlework-fne embroidery-and l
oh, my hopes are greatl / will show
you what / build them on"
And she opened the roll OF water
color drawings.
81 always took the prize at school
for this sort of work." she said, with
Frightening eye and heightened color,
land afterward friends used to praise
and admire them so much. Many
women have made excellent livings as
artists. Why shouldsnot /? Are you
q Judge of art, DIR. Emerson? Can you
tell me how much of real merit these
paintings possess?"
He could have done so, certainly.
Although not himself an artist, in the
practical sense, he possessed the culti-
waited art tastes, and had enjoied such
opportunities of education and travel
as constituted him q judge and q con-
noisseur. But he hesitated, and
shrank from answering quite truly.
Her lot was such hard one and such
a lonely one, and she had rested so
great a hope upon this poor. frail
reed! Evidently it had shielded her
thus far from that sickening self-dis-
trust and doubt that makes work
seem so hard and hopeless.
They are extremely pretty pic
tuses," he said, land ! wish you the
fullest success in disposing of them"
He took them to a shop next day
tall but one, which he hung up in his
WI ROOM, and had aprivate CONVEX
sation with the proprietor, which re-
suited in the pictures being left.
That evening Evelyn's eyes grew
bright over the two sovereigns he hand-
ed to her..
"A gentleman bought one" he said,
THAT one of the roses. hope the
others will find admirers and purchas-
ers soon, since your heart is set upon
it. But, Evelyn, there is nc need for
you to toll. Hove you. | am not
rich, but | can give you, at least, q
secure and happy home and q true
heart, dear child, that will have no
dearer wish than to make you happy.
Put these Thoughts of tame, these
ambitious hopes SO hard to realize,
my darling-put them aside for hap
piness and love. Say you will try to
give me heart for heart. Say you
will be my wife, Evelyn"
All, mol she would not listen. 1t
was not that his goodness had not
touched her. Even while he spoke so
tenderly, the natural instincts of her
W womanly soul pleaded his cause.
and she half suspected that she loved
him, and that, if she gave her life into
his guidance, he would lead her to
happiness and peace.
But a wild, ambitious dream offame