The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1886-05-15

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fcfgef your ufabrella. y s 3
9 esterday's wind turned Ii inside
out and split The bingham il315 Ib-
bons. y said Verona, laughing s. She
hurried along BY the sifle Of her cons,
ia. Paul Rot b efInel< ell q a|jl
eYenfs, IL was thoughtflil ID ofl hi
come for me, Panj But YOU are 4
ways tfloughtflll I. Isl n y.
Paul did not ans NJ it wHs His kyav
to be silent aud ahsf ctesi.
& We'll, what luck naYe you had To-
day u sked Verona &
M & hes aof luck n he answered
slsyAhse Se f'ee'sie
Vehtioh' ana put lt1nto immediate
use. L am TO have .sl,O00sdown, and
tooO year royalty on my patent as
long as they use lt--Whlcn.H II dont
turn out a poorer thing than be-
lieVe, VIII be tore and eyer s
"On, raul J" cried verona Dreath-
lessly. s--r
Il am very glad OF TINS, Veroha,ft
ne SAID. DO you know. why?2s, 81
i can guess"
NC, ooht oeiieVe you can quite
guess ne said gehlly' IL ls'oecause
thls mas prompted me 10 speak out
What mas long been In my mlnd-to
ask you TO Demy wife. You are one
OF the women, dear, who should be a
born princess, instead of a post+office
clerk, drudging all the day long bes
hind a desk. 1 want to put you on
your throne again."
"Dear Paul." she whispered softly,
and just then for the fraction of a
moment her little black bonnet crush
ed its cluster of scarlet poppies against
his waterproof shoulder-s'only put
pe on the throne of your heart and
keep me there, and that is all want.
AS for my kingdom. why, Western-
dale" 81
"What about Westerndale ?o 4
perhaps one day we may be rich
enough to buy it back. Not just yet,
Paul, we are only beginning the
world as yet; but some day.
"Westerndale then be it," said
Paul, in his dreamy, far-off way.
"SuppOse, Verona, that you and |
apdnny mother make a holiday to-
morrow. and 20 up ana see Wnat this
imaginary pIace-iS iike.
Duc u isnt l,haginary' anu L
"ou'un ior Tue "oI'u nave the h'lr
suppose Iha1 we are pryl'g ABOUT the
prehliSeS 'hat are la"iuiiy MS"
Oh' hahg the leiloW," SAID Faul'
II suppose ne can't lorold us the
privilege Oh looklhg' can ne
faul h"lherhei had MS way. lie
Always dld nave MS way IN sott,
l'ilper'uia aoie l"o"ion' "hlch you
never iuiiy comprehend untll IL mad
got the better OF you past ali recov-
cry
1hey look the traln the next morn
ing, all three OF Them Verona hav-
ing gone to the office and easily OBJ
tanned leave from her kind-hearted
chief, and went up to Eastport
Whlch was the little village about a
mile from where the salt waves were
curling IN foamy frlngeS to the very
foundations Of Westerndale Hall.
"lsn'tlt sweet old place ?" cried
Verona. "Oh. how long to be here
once again-to be at home here"
1T isn't bad," said Paul medita.
lively 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 cedars oppo.
site, while Did Mrs. Rothermel bold
ly ascended the flight of stone steps
and rang the bell.
Out came Mr.. Popperton, the law
YER smiling and hOWjnp like n ami