Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1889-08-29

/ that the heroes rave over are -DeduIIIui as
dream though must say the beauty of
dream depends largely on what one has
had for supper; but in this romance there
is refreshing change Of programme, for
Isabel is certainly far from beautiful"
at Just puts me out of all patience, said
Jennie Dewey, ''to read the books in which
the sole basis of loveis beauty; not another
quality is mentioned. The heroine may be
ldiotic or a vixen, or any thing else, but the
reader is not told that she IS any thing but
beautiful. Bah! 1 detest the very word.
| Meantime Isabel was being whirled
swiftly along IN the train. Mrs. Fall
coner," she started at the unfamiliar sound,
| ''dO you realize that you have not even
asked me where we are going!"
L think have heard 1t mentioned that
your home is in Philadelphia she replied,
smiling; "really, l have been so busy
have scarcely given the subject thought,
but l hope, if l am correct, that we are
going there at once; you know have never
had real hone,'' and she looked up at him
wistfully.
"Then an glad I planned as 1 have"
said he; 1--WE can take wedding trip
whenever you feel like it, but, for the
present, think home will be an agreeable
change" Mr.. FaIconer had just been TAX
ing an extended business trip, and had
stopped in New York to visit the Stanfords;
travelling was always an irksome task to
him, and he longed for the rest and quiet Of
home.
81 see you are not the victim of acute
curiosity" he resumed, looking at her
cur:Ously; ''the majority of women would
have overwhelmed me with an avalanche of
questions before this time"
"If you knew how restful and charming
it is to have no cares" said Isabel in reply.
. am reading an interesting book, taking
it page by page as it comes to me, and ask
ing questions would be like skipping, and
reading my experiences before l came to
them.''
Her answer pleased him, and he said,
smiling gravely: "Then l will not weary
you with details; will only say that will
try and make your book OF experiences a
pleasant one"
She smiled back at him; his manner was
particularly grateful to her. None of the
condescension of the moneyed man toward
the poor girl whom he has married, but he
lifted her to his own plane, easily and SIM
ply, with a matter-of-course air that was
inexpressibly soothing.
He was carefully solcitous for her COM
fort, and, travelling under such care, in a
magnificent palace car, was, indeed, a lux
ury to the tired girl, and she leaned back
on the luxurious cushions and rested, mind
and body.
In the waiting-room of a station Mr..
FaIconer wrote 10 Mrs. Stanford:
MY DEAR SISTER: write TO tell you an
unexpected bit OF news; am married, and on
my way home with my bride. Your aristo-
cratic ideas may be shOcAed by the knowl-
edge that my wife is the lady who waited
upon Lily in Nine. Arnot's shop the other
day, but, my dear sister, my intuitions do not
often lead me wrong, and am convinced that
my choice is q wise one, and every hour spent
in her company but confirms this opinion. l
can not analyZe the feelings which led me to
this sudden step, but, though the impulse of
an hour and in sober, common-sense view, a
most hazardous one, yet believe 1t is going to
result most happily. 1 was certainly not be-
guiled to it by the glamor of beauty, still Mrs.
Falconer's appearance will not disgrace any
position.
:" Let me give you hint, Emily; there may
be more or less gossip and leave it TO your
good sense TO see that, if you take the matter |
wisely and coolly, much of it will be avoided, |
and the knowledge that she has been shop |
girl need not be paraded, unless you make the |
fact unnecessarily prominent by displaying |
family pride and aversion toward her. After |
Lilly's wedding is over hope to see you in |
my home, where 1 am confident shall receive |
your sisterly approval of what have done
Your brother, H. FALCoNER"
Isabel wrote to her aunt also
DEAR AUNTIE: I am married, and on my |
way to my new home in Philadelphia; most |
piece of news, isn't it? l shall not /
be obliged to crowd you in your small quar-
Lers this summer, as usual but after the heat is
over hope to visit you. My husbands name
S Harvey Falconer; he seems most kind, and /
am satisfied. Yours, ISABEL"
The rest of the Journey passed unevent-
,ully, and the travellers reached home in the
afternoon. 1t was beautiful day, clear
md sunny, and the city of Brotherly Love
vas at its best, as the carriage rolled rapid
y through the broad streets.
''What a lovely place." said Isabel, as
hey stopped before large stone mansion,
set in the midst of lawn lavishly adorned
With shrubbery and statuary, and watered
)y the cooling spray of large and beauti-
fountain.
This is home' said Mr.. Falconer, as he
handed her from the carriage, and noted
he delight in her face.
A faIry-like little form, dressed in white,
With an aureole of golden hair floating out
rom her perfect face, came running down
he massive steps, with beaming smiles, to
meet them.
Papa, dear papa!' she cried, as she
hrcw herself eagerly into his arms.
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