The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1886-12-30

umbrella"
Yesterdays wind turned 1t inside out
and split the gingham into ribbons" said
Miss Verona, laughing, as she hurried
along by tho sido OF her cousin, Paul
Rothcrmcl. "Well at all events, it was
thoughtful Of you TO come for me, Paul.
But you arc always thoughtful"
Paul did not answer it; it was his way
to be silent and abstracsod.
"Well, what luck havo you had at
the printing-housc to.dayr asked Miss
Verona.
''The best of luck" he answered.
"They have decided to accept my in
vcntion, and put it Into immediate use
on every press in the place. am to
have five thousand dollars down, and
three thousand year royalty on my
patent as long as they use it--which, if
it don't turn out poorer thing than l
believe will be forever and ever"
"Oh, Paul!' cried Verona, breath.
lessly.
81 am very glad of this, Mary" he
said. "Do you know whyT
~ can guess"
"No, don't believe you can quite
guess" he said gently. ut is because
this has prompted me to speak out what
has long been on my mind-to ask you,
Mary, to be my wife. You are one of the
women, dear, who should bc born
princess, instead of cashier, drudgng
all day long behind desk. l want to
put you on your throne again."
Dear Paul !" she whispered softly,
ana just for the fraction of moment
her little black straw bonnet crushed its
cluster of scarlet poppies against his
waterproof shoulder 'only put me on
the throne of your heart and keep me
there, and that is all l want. AS for
my kingdom, why, lIornblower Hall"
What about Hornblower Hall 2"
"Pcrhaps enc da. VIC may be rich
enough to buy it back. Not just yet,
Paul; we are only beginning tho world
as yet; but some day."
"Hornblower Hall then be it." said
Pau, in his drcar.y, far-off way. "Su :
pose, Mary, that you and / and the
mother make holiday of tomorrow,
and go up an sec what this imaginary
pace IS like"
"But it isn't imaginary, and l wouldn't
for the world have tho heir suppose that
we arc prying about tie premises that
are lawfully his"
"Oh, hang the felloww sid Paul. II
suppose he cart forbid Us the privilege
oflooking at Hornblowcr Hall, can hc9"
Paul Rothcrmcl had his way. He al
ways did have his way, in a soft, i'm
pcrturbablc fashion, which you never
fully comprehended until it had gotten
the better Of you past all rec overy.
They took the train the next morning,
all three of thcm-Paul having sent a
note of apology and explanation to tn,
proprietor of the empty cashiers chair
AMI went up TO Wcstpoit, where a
depot carriage took them to the shore
of the sound, where the salt waves were
curling in feamy fringcs to the very
foundations of Hornb,ower Hall.
'lsn't it sweet old placer cried
Miss Verona. "O:, how long to be here
once again--to be at home hereps
1T isn't bad" said Pau, mcditatively
surveying its gray-stone towers and
easements Of stained glass, the old sun
dial at the south end of the house, and
the group Of opposite the cedars.
While old Mrs. Rotherme boldly
ascended the fight of stone steps and
rang the bell.
Out came Mr.. Peppcrton, the lawyer,
smiling and bowing, like an amiablc
Jack-in-,he- box.
"Happy to see you, Mr.. Rothermclr
said he-''most hapov, l am sure
Would you be SO kind as to step in
yourself aud these ladics2 I've had
fires lighted in all the rooms a stone house
like this is apt 10 be damp if it isa'l
kept well aired--and lunch has been sem
up from the hotel in the village Pray
walk in, Miss Verona, your most obedi
ent! ! am exceedingly glad that 20,
have been able to arrive at a satisfactory
arrangement with your cousin, tho heir. :
''My cousin, the heir! think, Mr..
Pepperton, that you must have gone ou
! of your mindl r said Mary, drawing her
self up after most stately manner.
But Paul Rothermal turned to he
with a smile.
( 'lIs mind is all right, Mary" said he
= 'I am your cousin, two or three time
removed, am l notl As for being tn
heir, that isn't my fault, sit? The law
suit was begun before was born"
"Paul, you have deceived mel" crie'
Mary, with flashing eyes.
But the next instant they softened int
liquid light; her color rose beneath hi
ten'lcr glance.
"Have ], dearcs!l' he said. "No
when told you that loved you. 7ha
!, is the main thing, isn't it, dearest? W
;, were going to be happy without Horn
bower Hall-cannot We be happier sti
pith itf'
Aud Fanny Tullan and Ella Hay cam
! TO the wedding and helped the bride RI
;. joice.
"The story has ended exactly rs
ought to-" said Fanny-'as l foretold
wouldl'
"And now we know that povels aren
30 a bit moro romantic than real lifei" a
!" serted Miss Hay Sturdy Night