Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-08-29
ISABEL l.:
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From Shop to Mansion.
The Romantic Story of a Dress
Makers Rise Ia Life.
BY MRS. r. M. Howard.
tCopyri0hted, 1885. ]
en-. .go~.ER XII


"Home again, sweet, sweet homer said
Isabel, as she stood before her mirror,
dressing for dinner; twas ever place SO
dear as home.n
''Then the sunny South has not quite
taken your heart captive" said Mr. Fal-
coner, looking up from his paper. He was
rudy and strong again, better even than
before his sickness.
''No," she replied, thoughtfully; "de-
lightful as our visit there was, and much as
loved grandmamma and the rest OF the
friends, there is no place like home, after
all"
"Where is fathers Have you seen him
of latel' There was an undercurrent of
anxiety in his voice.
"Pompey and he, with Grace, went to
drive" she replied. isn't it wonderful
how he clings to here Ali if could only
win his loving recognition how perfectly
happy should be-" and she sighed heavily.
at is indeed singular affection, and
Grace seems to return his love sincerely
and fully" said Mr.. Falconer. II doubt il
you could have persuaded him to return
with us had it not been for her influence.
Do you know, dear, feel vague anxiety
about him whenever he is out"
"But Pompey is so strong and so devoted
never thought Of danger. Perhaps | did
wrong to bring him away from his home
haunts, but did so long to win his affection,
if not his recognition" and she looked at
her husband with a newly awakened sense
Of alarm.
'Do not let my fancy distress you," he
said; 'he is probably as safe with Pompey
here as at home; By the way, | have let
ter for you from Lottie,' and he handed her
white envelope. II was careless 10 have
forgotten it so long"
"One whole hour since the postman came,
you naughty man." she said, playfully shak.
ing her finger at him. dear girl, her room
seems so vacant and lonely,n and she broke
the seal eagerly. "She will be here in a
week." commenting as she read, land her
parents month later. Dear, happy little
girl; | little thought that in bringing her
mere was bringing her to home, love and
happiness"
II little Thought when / consented
strongly against my will, assure you, te
accompany Lillian on bonnet excursion.
that was to meet my fate, the other hall
OF myself, so TO speak" he rejoined.
There is divinity that shapes our ends,
rough hew them as we will, = quoted Isabel
looking at him thoughtfuIy. sit is beauti
| I'LL lOu, ucuit tudb There - q
| great over-rulinc Providence which, how
ever weakly and blindly we may be strug
| Cling TO find the right path in life, can make
| even our slightest acts the leading strings
| by which we are drawn toward the browning
events Of our lives. Had you come in five
minutes later | should have been in the
| work room, and Jennie Dewey would have
/ fitted LILLIAN with q bonnetn
''In which case there would probably have
| been no Mrs. Falconer TO this day. he re-
| piled, with q smile.
They went down to the dining.room arm
in-arm, and found, to lsabel's relief, that
| Mr.. Darlington and Grace were there be-
| fore them. 1--WE had such a lovely drive, .
said Grace, eagerly. "Pompey is such 8
| grand driver, the horses seem 10 know every
word he says to them, don't they, Papa Car
| ringtoni'
He nodded with O smile; he was never
talkative, and his eyes had the dreamy ex
| preston of one just reused from sleep. His
| attitude toward Isabel had not changed ane
she seemed an object Of mild wonder 10 hin
as she called him father, and lavished
the affection which she could not repress
upon him.
He would often look in her eyes with the
same puzzled look which he first wore, ant
say, mournfully: 1T is strange, VERY
strange, how you remind me Of some one
have known but can not recall"
| The child, however, seemed thing of ths
| present; reality which he could grasp
| suggesting 10 tortarinE thoughts which re