The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1889-07-31
FOUND WANTING.

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little parior as bright tropical bird
balances itself on the swaying
boughs of 8 palm tree, for the carpet
was of green, and the walls were
just tinted of that delicate sea-green
that shines translucently through
the rolling pillows of the deep; and
she herself curiously carrying out
the unity of things, wore dress OF
soft green cashmere, with silver
lilies in her hair.
Her real name was Flora, but
people called her Tiny; it was a pet
name she had ever since she could
remember-perhaps because she
was small and dimpled and fury
like, and had fashion of nesting
down on low ottomans and little
footstools instead of perching her
self on big, stiff chairs, like flll-sized
mortals.
She was very fair, with trans
parent skin, flushed with pale roses,
and hair like foss-silk, where the
FURNISHED shadows came and went
in golden glimmers; while her blue
eyes were full of sweet, wistful ex-
pression-a human lily of the val
ley, in short.
At least so Ernest Sargent
thought, as he sat looking at her,
with his heart in his eyes.
"You will not give me the answer,
then, which is to seal my fatc?"
'sNot this morning, Mr. Sargent "
"Why not2 1 have surely the
right to ask the question:"
''I am not altogether certain that
1 have made up my mind, Mr.. sar-
gent"
Ernest's eyes brightened.
"You will give me the benefit of
the doubt, then?"
81 can't tell you just yet; l don't
know myself. Can not you COM
prehend, Mr.. SARGENT" she added,
with sudden spark of impatience
in her voice, "that this matter of
marriage is, with us women, some
thing more important than the Sc
lection of favorite shade in silks
or the color of the spring ribbon2"
81 stand rebuked," he said, rising
and bowling somewhat ceremoni-
ously. "To-morrow morning, then,
/ am to call and get my answer
eyes, tomorrow morning, if you
like"
So Ernest Sargent bent his head
over Tiny Clarence's roseleaf of a
hand and went his way.
"Well, my DEAR" said Mrs. Clar-
ence, as Tiny came slowly upstairs.
twisting the green tassels that hung
from her waist, "what have you de-
cided2"
81 have decided upon nothing at
all as yet, mammal
"Don't you like Mr.. SARGENT"
eyes," answered Tiny, after mo-
ment or two of grave consideration;
81 suppose 1 do"
"He is very rich, and, your father
says, in a business whose profits are
continually increasing. You would
be wealthy, my child"
ais wealth the first object in life,
mammal"
"No; but it is more or less impor-
tant; and then Mr.. Sargent is very
handsome"
al know it, mamma"
And then Tiny Clarence went
further still upstairs to the room
where Bridget was sweeping and
busting in frenzy of energy.
Bridget" she said, "will you lend
me your brown cloth cloak this af-
ternoon, and tho black silk bonnet2
want to wear them"
as it fun ye're making of a poor
girl, Miss Tiny2 Sure, ye wouldn't
even yourself to the likes O. them.
And you, wild all the fine clothes a
Queen would wear2"
"But l am in earnest, Bridget.
am going to see poor woman who
lives in tenement house down
town, and / would rather dress SO
as to attract no particular attention. y
Bridget still stared, but she made
no further opposition.
l can't understand it at all, at all
SO 1 can't" she said, Sinking her
frizzled head as she carried the
aforesaid garments into Tiny's room,
"Sure, miss, it's like dressin' the
queen of the fairies up in cabbage
leaf Your bonny face is lost en-
tirely in the old bonnet, let alone
the cloak covers you from head to
foot, entirely"
"Never mind that, Bridget. Now
lend me the vail. There, that will
do"
Tiny Clarence felt curiously udl
like the aristocratic little queen OF