The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1886-12-11

"Yes, acknowledge she is pret.
ty, Alfred; but she is so frivolous.
| tell you truly, l don't believe
Hattie Faulkner ever had a serious
thought or feeling in her life."
1T pains me to hear you say so,
Lucy, for / am quite sure you
wrong her." said her brother, a lit
tie warmly.
We'll, l hope I do," replied
Lucy, "and perhaps a longer ac-
quaintance with her will prove me
to be mistaken. You know, have
only seen her a few times, SO / can
not judge her very fairly"
"But she is always just as you
saw her, light-hearted and merry ;
yet l feel sure, under her careless
manner there is hidden many a
kind and earnest thought. And
though / cannot now give up the
hope of winning her, it will sadden
my brightest hour to know that my
sister does not approve of my
choice"
Lucy sat very quiet for a mo-
ment, then she said seriously:
"Alfred, will you do me one fa-
vor?"
"A thousand, if you like" he
said, smiling.
"You have not yet proposed to
Hattie Faulkner"
"No, not yet, Lucy"
"And you are going west for a
few days, are you not?"
ayes; l start tomorrow.
"Well, promise me that you will
not offer yourself to her until you
return"
GA strange request, Lucy; but l
promise you / will not"
And Lucy expressed her graft
tude by giving him hug. Then
taking a seat by the window, she
appeared busily engaged with some
fancy work, but in reality she was
planning and scheming as only
those bright little woman can do.
Her brothers departure the follow
ing day left her free to carry these
plans into operation. For being
an orphan and the possessor OF a
snug little fortune of her own, with
the exception of her brother, there
was no one to control any OF her
actions. Her first move was a
strange one. She took off her
handsome silk and delicate lace,
combed her hair out of its crimps
and curls, and brushed it back from
her face, rolling it up in a wad be-
hind. Then dressing herself in a
black alpaca somewhat worn, and
fastening a linen collar round her
throat, she looked in the glass and
laughed merrily.
"I think / will do nicely" she
said; "and l defy my most intl-
mate acquaintances to recognize
me-"
So, with a look of satisfaction on
her face, which was pretty in spite
of the drawn, back hair, she slipped
on a plain hat and shawl, and let
herself unobserved into the street,
having previously told Mrs: Hartly,
the lady with whom they boarded.
that she should be absent for few
davs. She walked directly to Mrs.
Faulkner's, and, ringing at the
basement door, asked if she might
see Miss Faulkner.
eyes, Miss Faulkner would see
her." the servant said, and she was
shown up stairs, into pretty room,
where Hattie sat reading.s She
spoke kindly to Lucy, asking her
to be seated. Lucy stated her bust
ness in few words.
"Miss Jones, the seamstress, sent
me, if you please, miss. She says
she's very sorry, but she's engaged
this week and can't come to you
but she thought may be / might do
as we'll, Miss"
eyes," Hattie said, "she would
probably do quite as well;" and
she led Lucy, or Ellen Ray, as she
called herself, into an adjoining
room, where she was soon busily
engaged as Miss Faulkner's seam
stresf,
tie that Lucy Remson liked sewing