St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-04-08
BEAUTY'S WORTH.

What spoilt Israel Trent for work and
everything else, his mother said to
neighbor who had dropped in for a cup
of tea, was the arrival in town of Eu-
dora Holt.
IEudora was pretty little milliner
who had caught the ways of the city and
Wore smart gowns, and was q direct
contrast to her cousin, Hetty Brown,
whose ideas of Paris fashions were de-
cidedly vague.
Before Eudora had appeared on the
scene Hetty and Israel were inseparable
companions, and the gosSipS of the
village had made up their minds that
the day of the marriage could not be
very far off. When the dashing milliner
appeared on the scene the faithleSS
Israel became her most devoted slave in
spite of the protestationS of his mother,
who much preferred simple little Hetty
Brown.
Il tell you, Israel, that complexion of
hers is all bought at the store, and that
hair amt her own and | know it. If
you wasn't deaf and blind you would
see she wasn't nOthin' but sham," his
mother said one day.
Then Israel flew into a rage and
vowed he would leave the house if she
did not stop abusing his divinity.
One day Mrs. Trent stopped over to
have a gossip with her friend, Mrs.
Beers, and look at the old clock that her
neighbOr had bought from the Browns,
where Eudora was staying.
II don't think you've got it sot in the
right place, Mrs. Beers" said Mrs.
Trent, surveying it with critical eye.
mo, it amt straight" said Mrs.
Beers, giving it push with her Shout
der which upset the old clock with
crash. AS it smashed on the floor a box
fell out of the bottom labeled ''Eudora
Holt.''
The crash had burst the lid off, and
there, plainly revealed to the eyesight,
was neat assortment of little bottles
labeled '..Rose Bloom" "Cream of
Pearls" ETC., and pot of rouge, while
neatly packed around these mute wit
neSSes were one or two discarded
''friZZes' of the very golden brown
shade of hair that Miss Holt was wont
to wear IN wavy bangs down to her eye
brOWS.
II thought So" observed Mrs. Trent,
dryly. "This 'ere old clock used to
stand in the spare room at the Widow
Browns. That Holt girl kept her fix
ms hid away in it. | should like our
Israel to see this with his OWn-Why,
land o. Goshen, here he comes now"
1t was Israeli most asSuredly. He had
dropped in on his way down to bring
Mrs. Beers bunch of mistletoe which
he had found in the woods.
f'You were saying the other day."
said he, ''that you wished you had
some; but here is my mother! And.
what is the matter? Is the clock
brOken?"
His masculine strength had reared it
up again in a second.
f'The case is split open," said he, "but
you can easily get it mended; don't
think the face is injured much, except
that the hour hand has flown off. There
it is on the floor with the rivet gone"
''It's clock Mrs. Beers has been
buyin' of Widow Brown" said his
mother, memorable as fate itself. sit
stood in the room that Endora Holt slept
in. And-here's some o. her belongings
that bounced outer it when it come
down with such crash. Face paint
and skin pOWder-and old wigs! LOOk!'
Israel Trent looked aghast at the sight
of these Ominous articles.
sit must be mistake" said he.
mo mistake at ALL" CURLY retorted
his mother. ''Here's her own name writ
on the box-lid in that queer, spider
webby writin' O. hers that amt no ways
like the way | was taught to write at
deestrick school when was a gal. Read
what it says for yourself if you don't be-
lieve meH
IsraeFs eyes took in the ''spider-
webby" autograph, then glanced with
evident distaste at the bottles and boxes
and the tangles of rusty yellow hair.
81 see," said he. FLUSH, mother
that's her vOice-thiS inStant!'
he was right. 1t was EudOra's high
pitched accent, Hurried and GREATNESS,
as if with rapid walking, talking with
Mrs. Beers'S sister in the kitchen.
Aunt Brown has sold clock to Mrs.
Beers" said she. ''It stood in my room
room at the farmhouse, and | used the
lower part of the case as a sort of cup
board for some of my things. | should
like to get them. She didn't know L
kept them there"
Lydia KiSSan's plain face expanded
into a smile She liked the SNOWY city
girl no better than the rest of the Gran
berry Hatch people did, and she had a
shrewd idea of what was going on in
the other room.
walk in and help yourself" said
she. II guess that's your traps, amt it,
that Israel Trent'S got i'll his hand?''
Miss Hollis countenance would have
been study to any artist in physiOg
nomy as she came face to face with her
country admirer. 1t was too late to re-
treat, however.
.'Is this yours?" he asked. coIdly.
eyes. it's mine," she faltered. and she
hurried away with the fatal witness to
her arts. Nothing more was said, but
Miss Holt knew in that moment that,
as far as Cranberry Hatch was con-
cerned, her matrimonial projects were
all up.
The next evening Israel Trent came
to the old Brown farm house just as the
round. red autumn moon was rising
about the forests. Hetty herself came
to the door.
..Good evening. Hetty," said he.
Good evening, Israel" said the girl,
with a culver in her voice. .'Eudora
went back to the city this morning.
Perhaps you weren't aware of it?'
YES" said Israel, II knew it.
didn't come to see Eudora, Hetty; L
came to see you. Eve been fool ever
to give second thought to that city
girl; and | amt above owning it to
you. If you'll let bygones be bygones,
Hetty''-
The tears sparkled into Hetty's soft
brown eyes. Il feel just the same as |
always did, Israel" said she. 81 didn't
believe you could leave me for good"
He stopped and kissed her on the lips.
''Mother's coming over to see you to-
morrow. Hetty," said he, ito ask you to
name day as soon as possible to come
to the old place and by my wife. She
don't like no one better than she does
YOU"
SO the simple reconciliation took place
and Widow Brown shed tears of joy.
II always knew my Hetty was made
of different metal from EudOra Holt"
said she. "But didn't know as Israel
Trent would find it out so quick"
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