Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-22

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 l life here was becoming uncomfortable. and 1 hope she has happiness enough in store for l her to atone for it all."
 "Well, I am glad for ono that there is q man who is sensible enough to fall in love with a | girl that isn't beauty" said Lizzie | Knowles. ''In tho novels all the hcroines l that the heroes rave over arc beautiful as q drcam,' though must say the beauty of q dream depends largely what ono has | had for supper; but in this romance there Is refreshing change of programme, for Isabel is certainly far from beautiful"
 "It just puts nc out of all patience" said Jennie Dewey, ''to read the books in which | the solo basis of love Is beauty; not another l quality is mentioned. The heroine may be l idiotic or a vixen, or any thing else, but the reader is not told that she IS any thing but beautvul Bah! 1 detest the very word.
 Meantime Isabel was being whirlcd swiftly along in tho train. 'Mrs. Fa!- coner," she started at tho unfamiliar sound, "do you realize that you have not even | asked me wherc WIG arc goingf
 II think have heard it mentioned that your homo is in Philadelphia" she replied, smiling; "rcally, have been so busy l have scarcely given the subject thought, but I hope, if I am correct that w,e are going there at once; you know have never had a real homc," and she looked up at him wistfully.
 "Then 1 am glad 1 planned as 1 have," said he; tive can take q wedding trip whenever you feel like it, but, for the present, think home will be an agreeable change" MT. FalGoner had just been talk 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 tho rest and quiet of
 home.
 II see you arc not tho victim of acute
 curiosity" he resumed. looking at her
 curiously; ''thc majority of women would
 have overwhelmed mo with an avalanche ot
 questions before th!s time"
 "1f you knew how restful and charming | it is to haveno cares, 7" said Isabel ill reply II am reading an interesting book, taking
 it pago by page as it comes to me, and ask
 ing questions would be like skipping, and
 reading my experiences before l came to | them."
 smiling gravcly: "Then will not weary
 you with details; 1 will only say that wil
 try and make your book of experiences { | pleasant One."
 She smiled back at him; his manner was
 particularly grateful to her. None of the
 eondescension O. the moneyed man toward
 the poor girl whom he has married but ht
 lifted her to his own plane, easily and sim | ply, with a matter of course air that was
 inexpressbly 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 bacl on the luxurious cushions and rested, mint and body.
 In tho waiting-room of station Mir
 Falconer wrote to Mrs. Stanford:
 n rntt0 Aoll : unexpected bit of news; am married. and O,
 my way homo With my bride. Your aristo | cratic ideas may bc shocked by the knowl l edge that my wife is the lady who waite, t upon Lily in Mime. Arnots shop the othe l day, but, my dear sister, my munitions do no l often lead mo wrong, and am convinced tha my choice Is q w.sc one, and every hour spen
 in her company but confirms this opinion. can not analyZe the feelings which led mo t this sudden step, but though the impulse c . an hour, and in sober, common-sense view, r most hazardous one yet believe it is going |
 result most happily. I was certainly not be k | guled to it by tho glamor of beauty, still Mrt T l Falconcr's appearance will not disgrace an | position.
 "Let mo give you hint, Emily; there ma . . be moro or less gossip, and leave 1t to you ! good sense to soc that if you take the matte y | wisely and coolly, much of 1t will be avoided
 and the knowledge that she has been @ shol r. | girl need not be paraded, unless you make tn d fact unnecessarily prominent by displayin l family pride and averslon toward her. Afte . Lilly's wedding is over I hope to sec you o my home, where am confident shall receiv /, l your sisterly approval of what have done. d "Your brother, H. FALCoNER.' a Isabel wrote to her aunt also. h "DEAR AUNTIE: am married, and on m d way to my new homo in PhiladelphiAF Q mo. Il | astoundin g piece of news, isn't it? shall nt B. be obliged to crowd you in your small qua
 ters this summer, usual, but after the heat :, over I hope to visit you. My husbands nam ~ N, Is Harvey Falconer; he seems most knd an n II I am satisfied. Yours, ISABEL" The rest of the journey passed uneven ,e fully, and the travellers reached homo in tt ,. afternoon. It was beautiful day, cle: e ,a and sunny, and the city of Brotherly Lo, was at it's best. as the carriage rolled rapi . ly through the broad streets. ,o "What lovely place." said Isabel, ,.' ,o they stopped before a large stone mansio 'i set in the midst of a lawn lavishly adorne
 with shrubbery and statuary, and watert " by tho cooling spray of a large and bealt .o fully-desigued fountain.
 u, 'This is home," said EIr. Falconcr, as ~ handed her from the carriage, and note the delight in her face.
 ID A fairy-like little form, dressed in whit lh with an aurcole of golden hair floating 0 cd
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