The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-06-13

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manned to be seen whether Harvey Falconer
had read her character Alright, or had made
false move in the game of life.
well, the affair really did come of after
all, said Nine. Arnot, spitefully, after the
carriage had gone and there was no further
necessity for smiling II must say be-
Iieved be would repent of his folly at the
eleventh hour; but ID like 10 see the tab
leau when the Standfords hear Of it, and
she. elicved her pcnt-up feelings by order
| ing. nc girls about with even more than her
usua acridity.
s.Ilcar me. wish there were some more
nice sensible millionaires TO take us out of
bondage" sighed Jennie Dewey, as Nine
Arnot left the work-room.
but as there are nof,' said Lottic Ford,
.'let us rejoice in lsabels escape. Poor
girl, she was just at the point where her
life here was becoming uncomfortable. and
hope she has happiness enough in store for
her to atone for 1t ALL"
well, am glad for one that there is man
who is sensible enough to fall in love with q
girl that isn't beauty" said Lizzie
Knowles I'm the novels all the heroines
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 beautiful.
ut just puts me out OF all patience said
Jennie Dewey, ITO read the books in which
the sole basis of love is beauty; not another
quality is mentioned. The heroine may be
idiotic or . vixen, or any thing else. but the
reader is not told that she Is any thing but
beautiful. Bah! detest the very word
-A~y
! 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!"
- think have heard il mentioned that
your home is in Philadelphia she replied,
| smiling; "really, have been 50 busy
have scarcely given the subject thought,
but l hope, il / am correct, that we are
going there at once; you know have never
had a real home" and she looked up at him
wistfully.
Then am glad planned as | 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.. Falconer 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.
~ SEQ you are not the victim Of acute
| curiosity he resumed. looking at her
| curiously; 1.-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.
II am reading an interesting book, taking
it page by page as it comes to me, and ask
ing questions woald be like skipping, and
reading my experiences before | came to
them.''
Her answer pleased him. and he said,
! smiling grayely: "Then will not weary
you with details; will only say that will
try and make your book Of experiences q
pleasant one"
She smiled back OF him: his manner was
particularly grateful to her. None OF the
condcsccnsion Of the moneyed man toward
| the poor girl whom he has married, but he
lifted her to his own plane, easily and sim
| inexpressibly soothing.
He was carefully solicitous for her com.
fort, and, travelling under such care, in .
magnificent palace car, was, indeed, . lux
| ury to the tired girl, and she leaned back
and body.
In the waiting-room Of station Mr..
Falconcr wrote TO Mrs. Stanford:
my DEAR SISTER: write 10 tell sou 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 wife Is the lady who waited
| upon Lily In Mime. Arnots shop tie other
| day, but, my dear sister. my tn.uitions do not
l~ft tsNnI n
4 my CHOICE Is . " SC one, ana every hour spent
| In her company but confirms tbs opinion.
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, .
| most hazardous one. yet believe It IL going to
l result most happily. waA certainly not be-
guiled to il by the glamor OF beauty, still Mrs.
| Falcoaers 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, IL you take the matter
1 wisely and cooliy, much OF IL will DO avoided,
/ and the knowledge that she has been o shop
! girl need not be paraded, unless you make the
4 fact unnecessarily prominent by displaying
l family pride and aversion toward her. After
L'lly's wedding is over ] hope to see you In
| my home, where I nm confident / shall receive
! your sisterly approval OF what have done.
| "Your brother. II. FALcoNER."
Isabel wrote to her aunt also.
DEAR AUNTIE: am married, and on my
way to my new home in Philadelphia; most
4 astounding piece OF news. isn't IL: shall not
| be obliged to crowd you in your small quar-
tiers this summer. as usual but after the heat Is
over hope to visit you My husbands name
! IS Harvey Faleoner, he seems most kind. and
| am satisfied. Yours, ISABEL"
The rest Of the journey passed unevent-
fully. and the travellers reached home in the
afternoon. 1t was q beautiful day, clear
aud sunny, and the city Of Brotherly Love
was at its best, as the carriage rolled rapid.
~ through the broad streets.
'sWhat o lovely place. said Isabel, az
they stopped before large stone mansion
set in the midst Of q lawn layishly adorned
with shrubberv and statuary, and Watered
by the cooling spray OF a large and beauti
fuily-designed fountain.
This is home.' said Mr.. Falconer, as he
handed her from the carriage, and noted
the delight in her face.
A faIry-lke little form, dressed in white
with an aureole OF golden hair floating out
from her perfect face, came running down
the massive steps, with beaming smiles. t.
meet them.
Papa, dear papap' she cried, as She
threw herself eagerly into his arms.
III CHAPTER III.
u have brought you present, Oracle,
he said, as he embraced the child, ther
placed her on the walk, and turned Il
Isabel, "a mamma. and hope you will be
very good little daughter to her."
"A mamma" repeated the little girl
looking up at Isabel with shy eyes she hat
never known mothers care, and could no
realize what it implied.
my dear" said Isabel, her heart warm
ing at once to the little one, an orphan lils,
herself, and taking the little hand III hers
she pressed kiss on the sweet red lips, =.
am sure we shall love each other very dear
~"
''Mrs. Falconer, this is Mrs. Montford
my housekceper," said Mr. Falconer, a.
they were met in the spacious hall by al
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