Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1888-05-19

Miss Tessy mind what told you. Oh
Marse RodeIick, you ant change none t.
speak of for de time. Come long to d.
Jedge"
| But on the stairs she whispered:
see you know dat dress; don't tell d.
chile, dom. Times is changed, an dc
Jedge is mighty poor. Miss Teresa, she
wouldn't hev said no, eff could done gone
up dar to ask her."
What do such things matter, my good
Chlee?" said Roderick, giving the ole
woman his hand.
But after his interview with her grand
father, when he found himself riding be-
side the little vehicle which boy had
been hired to drive to the Denvieghs, il
all seemed like dream again.
| He was the lion of the evening. We'll
used TO that sort of thing, he bore hi.
social honors calmly, at every opportunity
returning to Teresa. He danced with hel
in the Virginia reel; he took her down tc
supper.
The ghl, to whom he was a hero, wa:
delighted. She liked him as she had
never liked any one before.
As she prattled to him, many things she
said were what the other Teresa might
have spoken. Yet now he felt, rather thar
saw, wide difference between the two
He rode home beside her under the moon.
light, quite himself again.
The girl was ffattered and delighted
! She was radient as she entered the house
and sent Chloe TO bed at once, declaring
she would undress herself. She threw the
blue silk across the bed, and draped in
! white ppDordad = orr oallv
q 1t is too full" she said. "Ill have il
altered in the skirt. Why, there is q
pocket 1 did not know it had one, il
lies so fat"
She thrust her hand into the little puff
OF lace and satin to set ii out, and fell
something there-a letter. She drew il
forth. 1t was addressed to Miss Teresa
Shandon. She opened it, and read a pas
sionate declaration of love and an offer Of
marriage. And it ends thus:
~ pray you remember, that all my
future happiness depends on your an
swer. Do not keep me in suspense"
Tessy, startled beyond expression, read
! it over thrice.
! Such things happen in novels but how
strange that this should happen to her
That great traveller, man ike that
who had seen so many women everywhere
should fall in love with her at first sight
| And how did he write the letter, and how
did he slip it into her pocket without hel
knowledge?
! Tessy was bewildered, but there it was
! History had so repeated itself that the
illusions in that old letter to the dance al
the Denveighs, and in fact everything
that was written to that sweet Teresa who
vanished from earth long before, might
have been written on that day to the other
Teresa who read them.
I" 1t is fate" the girl said, "and | believe
love him already; only it frightens me
coming so suddenly"
1t was nearly dark next day, when Gif
ford, walking on the veranda of his hotel
saw little barefooted negro boy ascend
the steps.
'Got letter here for Marse Clifford, y
said the boy. Miss Teresa she sent it to
Marse Clifford, please, Marse"
He caught the bit of silver that was
tossed to him, and scampered away. and
Roderick opened the envelope, expecting
to read some invitation to the Judges ever
hospitable house. These words met his
eye:
Dear Mr. clifford: 1 found your letter in the
pocket Of my dress, and it has naturally agitat-
ed me a little
DO you really like me so well ~ asked nv.
self, knowing me only one evening" 1t is too
soon to say yes, but cannot say no. like you
too much. Ask me again. after awhile, and
when my grandfather and you have talked it
over. never believed these things really hap
pened before. TERESA.
Clifford quite understood what letter it
was that little Tessy had believed her very
own. He paced the piazza few times.
Marriage had not been on his programme
of life, but he could never hurt this girl
by telling her the truth, and assuredly he
could love her.
He laughed little at the thought that
he, who had become the least romantic of
men, should be suspected of such a flight
as this. But he went to Judge Shan
don's that evening, and began his wooinc.
81 made dat match by my idee bout dat
blue dress" said Chloe to herself, on the
wedding day.
And that, my readers will comprehend,
is truer than she thinks.-Eschange.