Nevada County picayune., 1886-06-02

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 magnetic dark eyes, but Phillip was stranger, and she dared not yield to it.
 "No, no-you cannot realize you are saying, or else, ydu are on ly laughing at me-" she cried, run- ning 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 continually dreaming or thinking of him.
 One morning she unexpectedly received letter. It fell first into her stepmother's hands, who in the exercise of a privilege she arroga- ted to herself, immediately tore it open and possessed herself of its contents. It ran thus:
 "I do not expect to feel proud of a. a.grand-niecc brought up in the wilds of Yorkshire, but it is time you saw something of the world. You can como to me for 2 six weeks ,isit, If you like. But don't expect to become my heircss. My will is already made and does not give you a shilling"
 ANY DURRANT.
 "Bless me! Mfrs. Moreland ex- claimed, startled almost out of her senses. Ut is from that miserly old woman, your grand-aunt. How did she learn your address, I won- der. And she has actually sent you a check for f50 to buy new outfit and defray expenses. Well, 1 never!"
 Ciss.'s heart beat high with hope and expectation.
 II may go'" she cried, in an ca ger, pleading tone.
 Mrs. Moreland frowned.
 II don't know now to spare you. just as harvest is coming on, but that grabbed old maid would be an. gry if refused to let you go. Yes you might as we'll begin to get ready"
 Cissy was quite startled by the magnificcnce of the grand house where her erand-aunt resided when she arrived there few days later.
 Her grand aunt, a wrinkled old cronc in black velvet and lace, welcomed her with kiss.
 "YoH have your mothers face, my dear. Pm glad of that"
 ''Oh,' cried Cissy eagerly, edo you remember my mother?'
 "Certainly. 1 used to wish she was boy, that l might leave her my money. But girls are not of much oLseQusnce in this word. l had lost all trace of poor Cicely. And go Robert is dead7 He was Q good man, but sadly wanting in energy.'
 "How, did you ind me, aunt Amy"
 "That's a sccret,' an old twinkle in her beady eyes. "By the way, l sec YOU wear a cameo brooch that was yonr mother's. It was cut in Italy half century ago. Do you know whose head it isr'
 "YOur's, aunt Amy"
 The old woman laughed softly.
 "Yss, dear, though it does not bear much resemblance to me now. Ono changes in fifty years. There were two cut at the same time. l have always kept the duplicate"
 It was a charmed life that open ed for Cissy. The gay city, with all its attractions and novelties, seemed like enchanted land. She was thoroughly happy for tho first time in her life.
 Miss Durrant appeared quite fond of her; and her sweet dreams were never interrupted by Mrs. | Morsland's sharp, rasping voice.
 Six weeks went all too quickly. and at last she was summoned to her great aunt's dressing-room.
 dThe limit of your stay has ex- pired.n Miss Durrant saidj looking at her keenly. Il hope you have enjoyed yourself''
 "very much,' Cissy returned, her sweet voice choking a little. it was very kind of you to invite me here."
 "You arc ready to return homeP'