Nevada County picayune., 1886-06-02
ClSSY'S LOVER.
CHICAGO SSWS.

It was an ordinary picture-a pretty slender young girl seated under an ivy-coversd porch, darn- ing stockings; but Phillip Staun- toms eyes frightened as they rest ed upon it, and a strange thrill stirred his unusually unsu.cepti- ble heart.
 "Have I traversed this wide world over, and gone anscathed all these yearsp' he asked himself 'only to fall in love at first sight with s rustic divinity out in the wilJs Of YOrkshirer
 At the sound of his footsteps tho girl looked up with startled air, the lovely peach bloom color deep ening and brightenin. in her vel vety cheeks.
 What Cis.y Morsland saw, a tall dark young man of 2S, with q somewhat listless expression upon his fine, handsome face. He wore a tourists dress of gray tweed, and carried small knapsack slung across bis broad shoulders.
 May trouble you for drink of wateri' he asked, in low musical voice, that made the young girl stare, its refined accents were so different from the rough speech to which shc was accustomed.
 Cissy caught up her straw hat, and bringing tumbler from the pantry shelf led the way 10 the well, in the shadow of some lilac bushes at the rear of the house.
 Phillip drank the cold water she proffered as though it had been ambrosia. On returning the empty glass his gaze happened to fall up on the pin that fastened Cissy's collar. It was a cameo of consid- erable value, portrait finely and artistically cut; but It did not look out of place, though her dress was of common alpaca.
 Il beg your pardon.' but may 1 ask where you got that broochf'
 Tt was my mothel's," Cissy replied; "that is why liko to wear H."
 "Oh, an hcirloom! Can you tell mo anything of it's history"
 "Very little. My mother prized it highly. The likeness is that of some relatively sreat-aunt, l be- licvc.'
 "What was your mothers maid- en name."
 "Ciccly Durrant"
 Phillip gazed at the young girl curiouslv. He would have said more, but Mrs. Moreland's shrill voico sounded at that instant, call ing sharply for Cissy.
 "Don't be lettering there, you good-for-nothing child. You might try to make yourself useful Occas- ionally. You've only been q bur den to me cver since your father died"
 Cisay fitted away, a painful Rush suffusing her faco.
 But she had not seen the last Of tho handsome artist.
 That evening as she stood de- iectedly at the garden gate, wear. jed out with the labors of the day and trying to escape for few mo- mcnts from her step-inothers shrewish tongue, he came whist ling along the lane, and paused be. side, her.
 "Teu havo been crying" he ex- clainrd, abruptly, looking into her prettN for-set'me.not eyes. "Ye-N' she admitted. "It was very foolish of me-" ! .sThat dreadful woman has been : scolding you again2" Il deserved it, no doubt. am not strong, and cannot accomplish much" Phillip muttsrcd something un' der his breath.
 "Why don't you leave Ker' Have you no relatives to whom you could go!"
 Cis.y shook her pretty head. 'There is only tho great-aunt of whom I spoke this morning-and | don't even know where Co find her. It would make no difference : if I did. She is very ricbi but my stepmother says she hates girls, and could not be induced to give me a penny" Suppose you go away with meP'
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