St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-04-10

which she was accustomed.
Cissy caught up her straw hat, and bring |
ing a tumbler from the pantry shelf led the |
way to the well. in the shadow of some |
lilac bushes at the rear OF the house.
Philip drank the cool water she proffered |
as though it had been ambrOsia. On re-
turning the empty glass his gaze happened |
TO fall upon the pin that fastened CisSy's |
collar. Ii was a cameo of considerable |
value-a portrait finely and artistically cut,
but it did not look out of place, though her
dress was OF common alpaca.
II beg your pardon" he said eagerly,
but may 1 ask where you got that
brooch?"
at was my mothers" Cissy replied;
that is why like TO wear it"
''0h, an heirloom. Can you tell me any
thing of its history?"
. Very little. Ny mother priced 1t
highly. The likeness is that Of some rel
alive, a great aunt. 1 believe"
''What is your mothers maiden names"
he inquired.
''Cicely Durrant"
Philip gszed at the young girl curiOusly.
He would have said more. but Mrs. More
lands shrill voice sounded at that instant,
calling sharply for Cissy.
Don't be lettering there, you good-for-
self useful occasionally. You've only been
a burden to me ever since your father
died"
Cissy fitted away, painful flush suffus
sing her face.
But she had not seen the last Of the hand
some artist.
That evening as she stood dejectedly at
the garden gate, weaTied out with the
labors of the day and trying to escape for
few moments from her step-mothers
shrewiSh tongue. he came whistling along
the lane, and paused beside her.
"You have been crying" he exclaimed,
abruptly, looking into her pretty fOrget-me-
not eyes.
Yes" she admitted. SIT was very
! foolish Of me-"
THAT dreadful woman has been seolding
you again?"
Il deserved it. no doubt. am not
| strong, and cannot accomplish much"
Philip muttered something under his
breath.
why don't you leave her? Have you
no relatives to whom you could go?"
Cissy shook her pretty head.
There is only the great aunt of whom
l spoke this mOrning-and / don't even
know where TO find her. 1t would make
no difference if l did. She is very rich,
but my stepmother says she hates girls.
and she could not be induced to give me q
penny"
Suppose you go away with me?"
The girl stared at him, her cheeks
flushed, her lips apart.
II northumberland what you mean,
sir" she stammered.
There is no occasion to look so fright
ened. little one, though it is very sudden.
But took liking to you at once, and
cannot bear to see you abused. l want
you for my wife. darling"
Cissy had had lovers before. but never
one for whom she cared.
A thrill of tingling sweetness shot through
her veins. She felt the spell of those mag
netlc dark eyes. but Philip was stranger,
and she dared not yield TO it.
mo. no-you cannot realize what you
are saying, or else you are only laughing al
me-" she cried, running away and hiding
herself, with emotions singularly blending
of rapture and alarm.
Two weeks wore on. Cissy saw no more
of the handsome artist. but she was con.
tinually dreaming or thinking of him.
One morning she Unexpectedly received s
letter. 1t fell first into her step-mOther':
hands, who, in the exercise of a privilege
she arTogated to herself, Immediately tore
| IL open anu pJSSCSSCu lSASCAA VI ilo COl4
tents. 1t ran thus:
lido not expect TO feel proud OF a grand
niece brought up In the wiids OF Yorkshire
but il is time you saw something Of the
world. You can come TO me for a six weeks
visit If you like. But don't expect to become
| my heiress- Ny viii is already made and doe
J not give you shilling. AMY DURRANT.
''Bless mep Mrs. Moreiand exclaimed
startled almost out of her senses. 1t il
! from that misery old woman, your grand
aunt How did she learn your address,
wonder? And she has actually sent ehecl
for $50 TO buy a new outfit and defray ex
penSes. Well, l neverm
. Cissy's heart beat high with hope and ex
pectation.
Il may go?" she cried. in an eager, plead
ing tone.
Mrs. Moreland frowned.
81 don't know how TO spare you, Just a
7 harvest Is coming on, but that Grabbed oil,
, maid would be angry if 1 refused to let yo
.. 20. Yes, you might as well begin to ge
ready"
Cissy was quite startled by the magnif
cence of the grand house where her grand
aunt resided when she arrived there FEY
days later.
: Her grand-aunt. a wrinkled old crone 4
black velvet and lace, welcomed her with
e kiss
"You have your mothers face, my deal
am glad Of that"
> oh" cried Cissy, eagerly, ''do You II
member my mother?"
Certainly. l used to wish she was DO
e that might leave her my money. But cir
are not OF much consequence in this world
IL had lost all trace Of poor Cicely. And S
!, Robert is dead? He was good man, bI
sadly wanting in energy"
'e "How did you find me, Aunt Amy?"
That's secret" she said with an cd
twinkle in her beady eyes. ''By the wa,
- l see you wear cameo brooch that W;
10 your mothers. Itwas cut in Italy half
century ago. DO you know whose hea
is it tsp"
yours, Aunt Amy"
is The old woman laughed softly.
Yes, dear; though il does not be;
IN much resemblance TO me now. Or
changes in fifty years. There were tv
er cut at the same time. / have always kel
the duplicate"
o. 1t was a charmed life that opened f
Cissy. The gay city, with all its attra
70 tons and novelties, seemed like enchantC
land. She was thoroughly happy, for Il
first time in her life.
Miss Durrant appeared quite fond of he
IN and her sweet dreams were never inte
ne rupted by Mrs. Moreland's sharp, raspil
vniaa