Nevada County picayune., 1886-10-13
I WEES SACRIFICE.
A Story of Love and Diamonds.

| listened eagerly for her husbands looming home. She had been mar ried but a year, and that evening was the anniversary of her we'd ding.
 "He will bring ne that exquisite diamond ring. Linnette Osborn's | husband gave her an elegant peaIl cross on their anniversary. liar " knows i'm just wild about that ring, and--ab! here he comes now,o she said.
 ! moment after d quick, firm step came through the hall, the door opened, and Harry Went worth came forward, kissed the bright lips held 10 him, and taking off tbe wrapping, held forward an exquisite boquet of rare eXotics.
 "Here, darling" he said. Il wanted to bring you something f different to-day, but l dared not do , it. We must wait for better times. This day, the anniversary of the very happiest of my life, thought to have brought my little wife something of greater value to cX- press my appreciation and love. But these flowers must speak for me"
 Grace took the flowers, pressing them to her lips to hide thelr quiyering. but she could not hide from the loving, watchful eyes of her husband the look of diSap- pointmcnt all over her face.
 There, there! meyer mind, ..love. |, l know you are disappointed; but cheer up. littlr wife. trust this sad state of affairs will not last very long, and then you shall have your diamond ring" Harry said, gently caressiug her.
 At the mention of the ring Grace could restrain her tears no longer She s0bbed right out.
 -Four days ago Linnette Or born's husband gave her a lovely pearl cross and chain, and and l told her what 1 hoped for. She will think 1t so queer and l will be so mortified. What can 1 say? And, Harry, l don't thInk Will Osborn is doing any better busi- ness than you.'
 Harry Wentworth's fine face grew very grave, and he said, in slightly reproachfnl tone; ''I did not think my wife would grieve so about a really unnecessa- " article. l believed that you would understand that some very good reason prevented my giving you this pleasure, |, too, am dis appointed, dear. But don't meas. urc or weigh your husbands love by his gifts, Grace. But l must net be severe. You are scarce [ more than child-a loving, petted, spoiled child. But now listen, dear, l might have brought you 7 the ring, could have paid for it or gone in debt,"
 No, no; l would moi have wish led th8t,n Grace said, wiping her eyes and trying to look satisfied.
 "If l had paid for it. dear, it migh. have been at severe cost - But we will not say any more , about it. Kiss me, and then we will ! have one of our duets, love. II Us so long since we have had any music. These things have almost driven all the music from my ma tuIe."
 "Thcse thinss,' Grace said t' herself II am heartily tired n hearing those words, And it i, too bad that l should have to sut fer for other folks misfortune ol mi,dceds. am not sure which"
 Ah, little did Grace Wentworti know the meaning of the word sh' used
 Ciadlcd in luxury, reared in ; home of aillueurc. what copld ehl uuderttand of suffering.
 The week passed by and Grace tried lo bauiSh the disappointment from her mud: She did got re turn Mrs. Osborn's call as she Ina, promised.
 'I could not endure the look o astonishmcut she would fix on me n when, in answer to her inquiry, ,c should have to answer, Only .boquet," Grace said.
 The boquct was still very hcauti ful and fresh, although quite , week old Indeed, it seemed pos scsscd of perpetual bloom Grace was changing the water II inc ruse when Nora, the Irish girl came in,
 "WhaJ it is, Nora?' Grace hl quired, as the girl stood hcsiIatlng |. ly beside her
 "Coa]d l have an hour or so thi morning. please: And could yo' .parc me q dollar? Sure, and tt not for mesclf Pa he asking, bu me brother The cidlder are siei nuG it's mot ciut they have, ant it's halr starr ing | found thim las night" Nora said, the tcarsrunniui down her face.
 "Why, yes, certaiuIyg go; an' here, your mothers wages gre neal Iy duc. von can have more, or all
 But, Nora, is not your brother d
 work with Mr. Osborn?'
 "Sure he is, na'am, bat it's not
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