Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-10-21

Of all resolution and enterprise, she
rang the bell to settle the question at
once and definitely.
is Mr.. Glencross at home p she ask
ed of the colored servant who answer
ed the summons.
Yes, Mr.. Glepcross was at home !;
would the young lady enter ? And Ll-
lias was shown into an apartment cur
tanned with hayy folds of purple satin
and carpeted with velvet of the same
rich color, an apartment whose dusky
splendor made her think Of all the stor-
les she had read of enchanted palaces in
the realms of fairy land.
AS Lllias sat on the silken sofa, wait
ing with throbbing heart for the ap-
pearance of her unknown cousin, the
thought stole into her mind that he
wasn't so much Of 'miser' after all
and then came sick sort of miSgivlng
that her mission was all in vain.
For surely she thought, glancing
tremulously round the elegant apart
ment, 'he will not want any one to
make bread or look after the kitchen
expenditures. wish-oh, | wish that
l was safe at home again !;
The thought had scarcely framed it
self in her mind when door at the
farther end of the room was opened,
and tall. handsome man, scarcely thir-
ty years of age, entered.
IL beg your pardon, SIR faltered
Lilias, all in flutter, but wished to
see Mr.. Glencross
Il am Mr.. GlencrosS.'
You y Lily rose up and sat down
again, coloring vivid scarlet. This,
then, was their 'far-off' cousin, and
how widely different from their dreams
and fancies !! Apparently the gentle
man saw and pitied her painful con-
fusion, for he said politely /:
May l ask in what manner | can be
useful to you p
Il am Lilias Wayland y she answer
ed, in tone that was scarcely audible.
'Wayland y A shadow, faint yet dis.
tinctly perceptible. overspread his face
at that word. and Lilas saw it with
failing heart. She forgot the labored
speech of palliation and excuse that
she had prepared. She forgot that he
was no silver.haired patriarch, but
handsome young man, surrounded by
all the adjuncts of wealth and luxury.
She remembered only poor Charley and
her own sickening idea of debt,
disgrace acd ruin and sinking on her
knees at his feet, she sobbed out her
pitiful story.
He is so young she walled, so
young, surely you will not refuse TO
give him another chance for name and
fame ! l will work and toll for you
until the FIVE hundred dollars are every
cent paid. l will be a servant, a seam
stress-what you please, only, promise
me that you will not visit him with the
penalties of the law p
Her voice died into quivering silence,
but her eyes still appealed.
Rise, Miss Wayland,' said the young
man, without a moments considera-
ton. Il promise that this offence of
your brothers. shall be overlooked for
the sake Of the sister who has pleaded
SO eloquently for him.
And what can l do for you ?
What must do ? For if caunot re-
pay the money in some shape or other
| shall die of shame and mortilica-
tion =
Il will take the matter into consider
ation,' said Mr.. Glencross, grayely, yet
not with out certain CLEAN of amuSe-
ment in the corners of his mouth at
the idea of that pretty, slender creature
rendering up to him the equivalent of
the TIVE hundred dollars. And now,
Cousin Lilias-for | believe we may
claim relationship, although it is some.
what distant--I shall insist upon you
as my guest for while. Let me ling
and send for my mother y
Mrs. GlencrOss, stately old lady in
black silk and Valencinnes lace, well
coined Lilias Wayland with smiling
hospitality which belonged to the an
cent regime and almost before she
knew it the girl found herself chatting
innocently away to her hostess, as if
she had lived all her live in the sun.
shine of that pleasant smile while
Paulus Glencross, busted among some
papers at the table beyond, watched
the sweet changing countenance with
a new interest.
Il never saw such lovely face in my
life,' he thought. The profile is as
purely Grecian as the face of the Hero
on my mothers cameo, and the eyes
are as full of shifting lights as a dia-
mond Upon my word. this little new
cousin is an acquisition y
When Lilias wrote her happy letter
home that night Mr.. Glencross added
pleasant postscript and Charley Way