, 1889-01-17

bright and beautiful New England maiden
of 10. had just finished her last year In
school. BY special invitation she went TO
| New York city and to New Jersey TO visit
relatives. II was in the early part Of Oc.
| tober. and she had permission from her
/ loving parents to stay until after Christ.
mas. She spent her first week in New
| York and was entertained with picture
| galleries and shopping expeditions until
| she was satisfied. Then she crossed the
ferry and the Jersey Oats and was presently
| quartered in sumptuous corner
| Ut the princely mansion in Broad street.
| Newark, of her uncle, Bradcliffe Burnet.
| Her cousins were young ladies OF
| social prominence, With u large and brill
liant circle of gay people about them. Calls.
| driver, parties, and various other enter
| tainmeDts followed each other In one vast
| dizzy whirl. Among the gentlemen whose
! acquaintance Daisy made on the first even.
ing of her arrivrl was Mr.. Hathorn, the
| son Of bank president, handsome, witty,
magnetic, elegant. He seemed to admire
| the little Massach usetts girl immensely.
erings; be was daily visitor at her un.
cle's house; he was her attendant on the
| street; and he 1t was who always handed
her into the carriage and looked after the
wraps when she went to driys IN the No
vemher winds.
Where does Mr.. Hathorn spring from.
like Jack.in- the.box, every time we stir
outsidep" she once asked her cousin Eta,
who replied with a laugh: "Oh! he lives
Broad street.
Still Daley wondered, but in
silence. how he managed to come
in ahead (every time) Of all the
other gentlemen by whom they were
surrounded in the bestowal of the small
courtesies. Six charming weeks. How
they few. Thanksgiving was close at
hand. Daisy had another uncle, her
| fathers only brother, Jacob Benton, who
WAS living ut Snowflake He was plain
farmer. with plain wife. and no children
| or young people about his house. He was
| almost unknown to the fashionable and
| dashing Burnets of Newark. who were
| Daisy's maternal relatives; but he was
| equally entitled to a visit, and had been
promised the time from Thanksgiving to
Christmas, including both holidays. He
was to send for his little guest and
| promptly on the day specified, his plain
carriage. plain horses and colored Peter on
the box, stood in front of the Burnet
| mansion. Daisy had never been TO
! Snowflake, which was ten miles
into the New Jersey country. She had
not expected the summons to 20 80
early in the morning, and her sudden dis
inclination for the journey came over her
| like cyclone. Outside OF Newark was to
Blacker and Jersier ever since she had
known Mr.. Hathorn. "Oh, dearv she
groaned aloud. 1t would have been 80
much easter to have parted with her dear
cousins and happiness in the afterpart of
the afternoon. There was Mr.. Hathorn
coming to look over aud practice song
with her at ii O'Clock that morning, and
of course he will remain to lunch as usual.
Must go without even saying good
bye to him ?" she asked herself, mentally,
with great tears filling her eyes as il In
readiness for freshet. Her cousins
hocked into her room and begged her not
| to 90.
"Letthe carriage wait until afternoon, ="
said Eta.
'Send it back aud say you will not 20
until next week" said Marion.
| What is the use in your going to that
horrid Snowflake at alp" cried Isabel.
I'VE certainly cannot let YOU be hurri ed
of in this unnatural manner," exclaimed
Mrs. Burnet raising her well modulated
| voice above the chatter of the young
ladies.
With all her hea rt- breaking preferences
Daisy Benton's sound judgment prevailed
Her father had counted on her spending
Thanksgiving day in his brothers. house.
| ouc WOutu uOt OC BcIbuuucu W uIsHpDOluI
HIM for her own qualification. Besides.
she had herself written to her uncle, before
leaving home, fixing the day for the begin
ming of her visit. IL must go to Snow.
dale" she sobbed. An approaching north.
east storm was bowling through the case.
ment, as If cOmmanding-''eo on;" and
she heroically crushed the lid Of her trunk
down upon her pretty dresses and her beau
catching beauties of ribbons and flowers
l unA ,kol s,,vv vad ha La.
ried IL out and strapped it to the back Of
the carriage. She hoped until the last IN.
slant that Mr.. Hathorn would appear in
some mysterious fashion to give her one OF
his beautiful smiles and lovely squeezes oi
the hand. But he came not, and wild
savage pain took possession Of her to such
degree that abe was almost oblivious tc
the final caresses with which her really at.
tached cousins sent her on her way. As
she was being jostled along the muddy
roads towards Snowflake she reflected u
little, and WAS exasperated with the con.
viction that she had fallen violently and
upreasonably in love with young man
who could not help being agreeable, and
probably would never think OF ber again
only as passing acquaintance.
1 Her uncle Benton resided two or more
miles from the village. in great com.
Portable old-fashioned house that had
seven or eight rooms on the ground floor
She met with most nffectionate recep.
tion. Her uncle WAS not rich man, but
he owned large landed estate, and was
we'll supplied with sll the comforts of life
The parlor was an enormously large auc
nicely furnished apartment that was rarel,
used. The main hall of entrance wa,
twenty feet wide--''snblimely grand" q,
Daisy wrote to her nlother--yet numbered
with suDerfluous articles from the famii,
sittinR-room. The kitchen was the mos
freeuented and the cosiest of all placel
under the roof.