The Irish standard., 1889-06-01
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1.-THE FUTURE LOOKS LIKE VAST UErH1En
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life here was becoming uncomfortable. and
hope she has happiness enough in store for
her to atone for it ALL"
swell, / am glad for one that there is man
who is sensible enough to fall 10 love with
girl that isn't beauty" said Lizzie
Knowles. 'sIn the novels all the heroinas
that the heroes rave over are beautiful 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 beautifu1''
cit just puts me cut of all patience" said
Jennie Dewey, ''to read the books in which
the sole basis of love is beauty; not another
quality is mentioned. The heroine may be
idiotic Or a vixen, or any thing else, but the
reader is not told that she is any thing but
beautiful. Bah! detest the very word.'
Meantime Isabel was being whirled
swiftly along in the train. "Mrs. Fal-
coner," she started at the unfamiliar sound,
"do you realize that you have not even
asked me where we are going?"
81 think have heard it mentioned that
Jour home is in Philadelphia" she replied,
smiling; "really, have been SO busy !
have scarcely given the subject thought,
but T. hope, il am correct, THAT we are
going there at once; you know have never
had real home" anu she looked up at him
wistfully.
"Then am g1ad planned aa l have.''
said he; tive can take wedding trip
whenever you feel like it, but, for the
present, think home will he an agreeable
changer Mr. Falconer mad just been TAX
ing an extended business trip, and had
stopped III New York to visit the Stanfords;
travelling was always an irksome task to
him, and he longed for the rest and quiet Of
home
~ see you are not the victim, OF acute
curiosity" he resumed, looking at her
curiously; 1.-THE majority of women would
have overwhelmed me with all 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 NE. and ask
ing questions would be like skipping, and
reading my experiences before came tc
them.'
Her answer pleased him, and he said,
smiling grave]y: "Then will not weary
you with details; will only say that 1 Will
try and make your book Of experiences a
pleasant one.o
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 matter OF course air that was
inexpressibly soothing
He was carefully solicitcus for her CON-
fort, and, travelling under such care, in a
magnificent palace car, was, indeed, q lux
nry to the tired girl, and she leaned back
On the luxurious cushions and rested, mind
and body.
In the waiting~roon, Of a station Mr..
Falconer wrote 10 Mrs. Stanford:
my DEAR SISTER: write to tell you an
unexpected bit OF news: am married, and on
my way homo With my bride. Your aristo.
cratic ideas may be shocked by the knowl
edge that my VIE is the lady who waited
upon lilly In Nine. Arnot's shop the other
day, but, my dear sister, my intuitioas do not
c1ten lead me wrong, end AM convinced that I
my choice Is q wise one, and every hour spent !
in her company but confirms this opinion. ]
can not analyze the feelings which led me to
this sudden step, but, though the impulse OF
an hour, and In sober, coronlon.sanse view, q !
mcst hazardous one, yet believe it Is going TO /
resull most happily. I was certainly not be- |
guiled to it by the glamor OF beauty, still Mrs.
Falconer's appearance will not disgrace any |
position.
"Let ne give you hint, Emily; there may |
be more or less gossip, aud leave IL to your
good 6enae 20 see that II you take the matter |
wisely ana coolly, much OF it will be avoided, |
and the knowledge that she has been shop- |
girl need not ba paraded unless you mako 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 am con hdent I shall receive !
your sisterly approval Of what have done.
your brother, Il FALCoNRR.'
Isabel wrote to her aunt also.
"DEAR AuN11E: am married, end on my !
way to my new home in Philadelphia; q NEST
astound!n piece OF news, isn't it? lshall not
BIO obliged to crowd you in your small guar.
tera this summer, as usual, but after the heat ia
over I hope TO visit you. My husbands n s1re
10 f12IYIy o4cOuSIS AS 6CCMo AAOob AaNuS 6oU
am satisfied. Yours, ISABEL" i
The rest OF the journey passed unevent-
fully, and the travellers reached il the
afternoon It was q beautiful Day, clear
and sunny, and the city Of Brotherly Love
was at it's best, as the carriage rolled rapid
~ through the broad streets \
ssWhat lovely place." said Isabel, as
they stopped before large stone mansion,
set in the midst of lawn lavishly adorned
with shrubbery and statuary, and watered
by the cooling spray Of a large and beauti- i
fountain.
s'This is home" said Mr.. Falconer, as he !
handed her from the carriage, and noted
the delight in her face. {
A fairy-like little form, dressed in white,
with an aureole Of golden hair floating out