Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-07-10

at first. Mr.. Faunt had evidently seea
women before. He was calmly clever
-cxaspcralingly 50, Sylvia thought.
He wasted no time III talking piattudes
about her eyes, or discussing the thou
SAID and one personal charms that
women are supposed 10 cherish as a
baby It's rattle. She had long ego been
suricitcd with that sort of llr.ylcrisms,
but never lclore had she been posed as
a genius with Il Womau's soul and
the conliding heart of a guileIeS
child 1t remained for this apprc-
ciatiyc foreigner To discover what she
had long felt TO be her mission, and TO
persuade her that an intellect such .
hers, buried at Boreton, was n boou
denied TO the world.
So Sylvia listened, and then laugh
iugly opened that ''coniiding heart"
BY telling him of the Arctic necessity
that had stranded such mental charms
with the addition of a Newport outfit,
Jewels andall, on Long Island beach,
including in her condolences the tale
of Maria's trunk transformed into "A
sincere and capable safe deposit COM
pamy.
lie listened with affectionate con-
cern 10 the story of the clammy heart
ed trustee, and with admiring interest
to that of the ingenious hiding Of the
Jewels. II recalled TO him an occur
renee TO some family treasures at home
which he related with interest, incl
dentally mentioning his mother and
sisters and the ''old place i'll Kent,
which he hoped Mrs. Lightfoot would
some day honor with a visit" Soon
the day for his fraternal enlistment
was evidently approaching. His calm
ness gave way TO symptoms which
Sylvia thought she knew only too
well; the game OF fence was now all
one sided.
One August evening, unless all
signs failed, he was ready to surren-
der at in~diScretion. They were sea.d
by the great elm in front of her CO
tage, and at last he began TO talk p;
eyes, and her eyes, too, when Maria
cut his hes; verse in two by appearing
to ask leave 10 visit a neighbor. which
was granted with an emphasis that
sent her fairly spinning into the dark
ness down the road. Then, just as the
thoughts of the soon-to-be brother
were resuming their flow, a slight
SILVER from Sylvia sent him into The
cottage for her wrap, which, man like,
he found only after a ~ransacking
search of the whole house.
Once more comfortably settled by
the great treee, his story was evidently
just reaching a nervous beginning
for he was strangely disturbed-whcn
Maj. Dashell doomed at the gate. He
had come TO stay, and he did stay, late.
Again was the day of adoption post
poned. The two men departed to-
gether, leaving Mrs. Lightfoot in a
condition of grim disapproval Of maids
and majors who went about at night
to visit neighbors.
However, tomorrow is better than
when today is yesterday, and a
game delayed is not lost. But again
did Sylvia's wires fail to work. Mr..
Faunt," so Maj. Dashell told her on
the beach the following morning,
had been suddenly called to town for
a short time"
Time had rheumatic wings that
morning. Sylvia began TO hat, the
poor Englishman for thus evading the
sentimental rack that she had SO care
fully prepared for him. As a man of
honor he should have remained TO be
sat upon at once and not keep a lady
waiting % indefinitely. Woe TO him
when he did returni Not even a sic
ter should he findl
However, as the day wore on, the
old routine, broken of late by the abb
sent one, reasserted itself. Gowns
were taken out, tearfully inspected
and put back. Maria's trunk was Wis
tied for the first time since a week, ant
the case containing her necklace
pride of her eyes-drawn from its hid
ing place and opened-emptyl With
a great gasp, she stood tearing at the
satin lining, almost hoping that sight
had left her and that her benumbed
hands would find the treasure. Then.
beside the trunk, she drew
forth the other cases. All emptyi All
.onel All gonell All gonelli
Two weeks later a package by mail
was delivered 20 Sylvia. 1t contained
one Of her bracelets and the following
note:
Ny DEAR Mrs LIGHrFo0T-I am a reformcr and
/ philanthropist When youfully realize this, you
vii smile at your loss, f0ryOl arc-atIh3ye often
old YOU'D wOman Ut sound sense AMI deep sym
lathies In oldcn times, tacne was a gentleman
4 my profession who claimed urrit In that he
superluiiics from thcrich to give comforts 10
be poor. / dear lady, am poor aud You. know
ng this, viii surely 10 corafJrted by thcnssiTuncC
hat the proceeds az your jewels shall be devoted
o my personal well buins with very careful Gtten-
ion.
While II "a perhaps true that a philanthropy
hat bcgius nnd ends with ones self Is O9el 10
ritcisu, Il Il more than Offset blythe fact that, as
r%uforTugr, took your trialrts for your benefit,
BECAUSE hy argriylug you II them ] lcsscn your
lliuty 10 Indulge q love Of display which, IL
me hero To say, r. a blsIish upon your
otherwise perfect character. Thus, as a r]Jf0rIaer,
lm ! tho humble means Of bringing you % Icrfcc.
Ions door When you realize this, you VIII be
to me
Er-.lea sou DO not need these jewels; no one
such alornmcrt less than yourown lovely
otherwise Iwould return 10 you morn thar
The incl9Scd seed pearl hracolrt It Is tasteful,
simple and probably Inherited from some frugal
ancestor. VIII you kindly accept and wear 1t as a
souvenir, II any BE- n1qlgl. OF Yopr devoted
GGJR5U FArETi
Clara Stevens in Once a Week.
Blood oranges.
1t was formerly the universal belief
among lovers of tic blood orangc aud