Nevada County picayune., 1886-03-24

so glad to be happy, hopefal
 Let me do your fishing, Lady bird, while you sit tliere, like Il queen, and tell me why you love me-
 "Because 1 trust you. and you suit me-"
 He strung tue fish in silence.
 "Your father will never conseut.'
 My father does not want me to marry poor. He likes you, but you are not rich. Eewald.'
 No, l am poor he said bitter ly.
 "So am I,o she answered. Tie waves dashed, and the wheeling white gulls cried But do not despair. If Aunt Dorinda forgives papa, l shall be'ricH.'
 ''I dc not want you ricb,' he re- piled, absently, his brow corruga- ted.
 You must have me rich, if at all.'
 "Let me tell you about it. My grandfather was poor, and his chil- dren had their fortunes to carve ottt. Borinda, the eldest, was wonderfully good, brave and capa- ble, She taught school.'
 "Of the boys, who were Uncle Arthur and My father, she made papa her favoritc. She was anx. ious that he should prepare him. self for college; she offered to pay, herself, the collegiate course. But he did not care for q classical edu. cation. He agreed, but wasted his time. took another courc and but terly disappointed her.
 For twenty years they did not meet or communicate. Meanwhile aunt he'd married Blenvilc and grown old, and l had been born, Though papa had not gratitied his sister, he loved and respected her. He named me for her.
 1t is only few years ago since she drove one day in her carriage to call on us aud see me. Then she sent me some lovely dresses, shawls and jewels. But papa be- lievcs that she has never forgiI ell him. and l do not know" Lewald heard this story in si, lcnce.
 There was no possible fortune waiting for him. The times were bad, and growing worse. Hts i'm porting interests had failed, his daily business as an art dealer was hourly becoming less. His part ner's letters were daily more dis conragins.
 His lease of his store and art gallery only kept him still engaged in business. It had been a congo nial occupation, but of late had been bitterly unprofitab'e.
 He told all this to Mir. Blanch. ford that evening.
 q, is a very hopeless matter, sir, but love your daughter noue the less.'
 Il will be frank with you, Mir. Llewellym," said Mir. Blanchford.
 q like you, put my Little Rim is not fitted for poverty. To wed her it would be disastrous. But, since she so evidently loves you 1 hope in vain-that a legacy from her aunt may facilitate mat ters.
 My sister is very old and fail ing, and Little Rin will spend the winter with her as soon as she re- moves 10 town"
 ry the last of October all had flown cityward. Mrs. B'enville's city residence was kept qniet dur ing the fall, for she was very fec ble and unable to receive; but she did not object 10 her neice enter tainins her friends informally. Llewellyn came frequently to the great rich mansion, where rich car pets unified his steps to soundless- ness, and where wonderful pictures haunted his dreams.
 Aubrey Nillars came too. He was we'll known in town, a young man of good family of French extrac- tion, not as wealthy as it had been but somewhat distinguished. He was handsome and agreeable, and at the seaside Little Rim had en- joyed an idle hour with him. But now her heart deepened, all her thoughts anOther's, she cared little for hIS vixitS and said so to LlcW-