Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-02-04
CHANGED l. II MIND.


nut curls Zone would think You were
child, Addy, playing with your dollsm
As Mrs. Carlton Ray and her daugh-
ter Adela sat on the cool piazza of the
fashionable summer hotel, the casual
observer could hardly have distinguished
without second glance which was
mother and which daughter both were
so young and fair.
Mrs. Ray was a dimpled, rosy little
widow, with eyes as blue as the mid
summer sky, a complexion like a rose
leaf, and mouth which smiled at you
like that of a six-month's old baby;
hazel eyes, and dark brown braids, had
a gravity of manner far more mature in
seeming than that of her mother
lone can't help ones heart, man.
MAJ pouted Adela, evidently taking
umbrage at her mothers lecture.
ooh, fiddlesticks!' said Mrs. Ray.
Don't talk about hearts, Addy; it's a
mere physiological term.n
but, mamma, love himr'
There it is again. sighed the dimp-
led widow. Love, Why, Addy, I'm
astonished at your
"Well, mamma, what am to do?n
DO? Why, look out for an eligible
part, of course, with lots of cash, and
house in Madison-avenue, and yacht,
and all that sort of thing, if you must
fall in love-
Its very plain to see that you never
were in love, mamma"
mo; nor anyone else, Addy. Depend
upon it, it's all pretty phrases out of
story-books. Love means nice estab-
lishment, with plenty Of money, cot
tage at Newport during the season, and
a white rep silk to be married in"
Adela shook her head.
''It's all very well to talk, mamma"
she said, with little sigh like the stir
ring of zephyr; ''but for all that, love
Guy Hawkesworth.n
Guy Hawkesworth, indeedr' echoed
the little widow scornfully. "Why, he
hasn't penny in the worldr'
but he is so intellectual, man.
mar
intellect won't keep the pot boiling,
child, and Greek roots aren't half so
good as turnips for everyday use.n
Mammal
"Addy, it's all nonsense! l won't hear
another word. .
But he is coming here tonight, with
his uncle, mamma, to call. "
Addy pouted, and even cried little,
but her mother was relentless.
1T is just the old days of your child.
hood over again, Addy,n said Mrs.
Carlton Ray laughing, "when used to
take away the scissors to keep you from
hurting your blessed little fingers.
There's no use crying; you can't have
the scissors, ma petite. never did see
such a goose in all my life as you are"
Consequently, Adela Ray was not
little surprised, a few days subsequently,
as she entered the parlor, to see her
mether chatting on the sofa with the
identical Guy Hawkesworth and his un-
cle-the latter tall, stylish-looking man
of three or four and forty. with jet-black
hair, and skin bronzed by exposure
to the suns and winds of a tropical eli
mate.
Mamma she cried, when the guests
had finally taken their leave, chow on
earth come you to see them?'
81 couldn't help it," said Mrs. Carl
ton Ray, with a slight gesture of impa-
tience. "That stupid Thompson showed
them right into the room before | could
get chance to slip upstairs. =
'How handsome Guys uncle isl cried
Addy enthusiastically
'Handsome!n echoed Mrs. Carlton
Ray carelessly. do you call him hand
someP He is altogether too dark for my
fancy"
81 wonder if he is richP" said Adela
reAectively.
Rich? No Guy was telling me his
history-such a romantic one-how he
had lost all his fortune in the diamond
tracts of Brazil"
''Then he won't do for me to lombard
with my destinations laughed Addy.
No, certainly not, said Mrs. Carlton
Ray decisively
''Well, mamma, you needn't speak SO
sharply" said Addy in a piaintive
voice. "Of course, | was only in jest
about it. Why, he is old enough to be
my grandfather"
Nonsense, Addy, he is only forty
three years old.
Indeed, no-it's just the prime Of
life"
Addy looked at her mother in some
surprise.
"Well, mamma" she laughed, "have
it your own way"
There is no doubt about it, said
Mrs. Carlton Ray. "Do run upstairs
and get my parasol, Addy--it's just
the pleasantest time of day for walk. :
And the pretty little widow was UNI
wontedly silent and thoughtful for the
rest of the bright midsummer day.
Mamma said Adela gleefully one
morning, 'Tye good news for YOU"
"What is it?' asked Mrs. Carlton
Ray, glancing up eagerly from her
book.
major Truefitt is to be here to-mor
row-the rich widower that half the
girls in town are raving about.
"What of it?H
"What of it, mammal Isn't he as rich
as Cresus?'
''Rich,' echoed Mrs. Carlton Ray
with slight accent of annoyance il
her voice. ut seems to me that thi.
world of ours is getting more and NOR,
mercenary every day."
Adela stared; she was quite unused t.
the enunciation of this strain of senti
ment from her mothers little cherry-rec
mouth.
Mamma, what is the matter?''
Don't be a goose, Addy; what should
be the matter?"
And Mrs. Carlton Ray escaped out o
the door before Adela could ask am
more questions.
AT all events thought Addy,n II
sew the blue ribbon on my Indian mus
| lin dress. Mamma used to talk a grea
deal about my making myself charming
in the eyes of the rich Major Truefitt
| when he came, and there's one thins
quite certain-Guy Hawkesworth like
blue, so it won't be loves labor lost
So Addie sat down singing to he
work.
! TO transpose a weil-known saying
| Major Truefitt came and saw, but Abel:
Ray conquered. The old major, within
a month of his arrival at Seaside Point
fell desperately in love with the tai
dark-eyed lassie, whose jetty curls hun.
like the tendrils of a vine round he
blue-veined temples. and laid his tough
old heart and his vast fortune. JOINTLY
and severally,at Addy's dainty slipperet
| feet.
| I'm see what mamma says, said th,
beauty demurely, but within herself sh,
determined to be true and constant I,