The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1889-08-30

that the heroes rave over are beautiful as
dream though must say the beauty OF
a dream depends largely on what one has
had for supper; but in this romance there
is a refreshing change Of programme, for
| Isabel is certainly far from beautiful"
at just puts me out of all patience, said
Jennie Dewey, ''to read the books in which
the sole basis of love is beauty; not another
quality is mentioned. The heroine may be
| idiotic or a vixen, or any thing else, but the
| reader is not told that she Is any thing but
beautiful. Bah! detest the very word.
Meantime Isabel was being whirled
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"
a think have heard it mentioned that
your home is in Philadelphia she replied,
smiling; "really, have been so busy 1
| have scarcely given the subject thought,
but hope, if l am correct, that we are
going there at once: you know | have never
| had real home" and she looked up at him
wistfully.
"Then L am glad 1 planned as 1 have"
| said he; "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.
81 see you are not the victim of acute
curiosity" he resumed, looking at her
cur;ously; '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
ing questions would be like skipping, and
reading my experiences before l came to
Them
Her answer pleased him, and he said,
smiling gravely: "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 at him; his manner was
particularly grateful to her. None of the
condescension of the moneyed man toward
the poor girl whom he has married, but he
lifted her to his own plane, easily and SIM
PLY, with a matter-of- course air that was
inexpressibly soothing.
He was carefully solicitous for her COM
fort, and, travelling under such care, in a
magnificent palace car, was, indeed, lux
ury to the tired girl, and she leaned back
on the luxurious cushions and rested, mind
and body.
In the waiting-room of a station Mr..
Falconer wrote TO Mrs. Stanford:
MY DEAR SISTER: write TO tell you an
unexpected bit OF news: am married, and on
my way home with my bride. Your aristo-
cratic ideas may be SHOCKED by the knowl-
edge that my wife is The lady who wa ted
upon LILY in Nine. Araots shop the other
day, but, my dear sister, my intuitions do not
often lead me wrong, and am convinced that
my choice is W Sc one, and every hour spent
in her company but confirms this opinion. j
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 1t is going to
result most happily. 1 was certainly not be-
guiled to it by the glamor OF beauty. still Mrs.
Falconers 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, if you take the matter
wisely and coolly, much OF it will be avoided,
and the knowledge that she has been q shop
girl need not be paraded unless you make the
fact unnecessarily prominen: by displaying
family pride and aversion toward her. After
Lilly's wedding is over i hope to see you in
my home, where am confident shall receive
your sisterly a. prevail of what have done.
your brother, H. FALCoNER."
Isabel wrote to her aunt also.
DEAR AUNTIE: l am married, and on my
way to my new home in Philadelphia; most
astounding piece of news. isn't it? shall not
be obliged to crowd you in your small quar-
tiers this summer, as usual, but after the heat is
over Ihope to visit you. My husbands name
IS Harvey Falconer; he seems most kind, and
l am satisfied. Yours ISABEL"
The rest of the journey passed unevent-
fully. and the travellers reached home in the
afternoon. 1t was n beautiful day, clear
and sunny. and the city of Bro:herIy Love
was AZ its best, as the carriage rolled rapid
ly through the broad streets.
''What a lovely place." said Isabel, as
they stopped before large stone mansion,
set in the midst of a lawn lavshly adorned
with shrubbery and statuary, and watered
by the cooling spray of a large and beauti-
fully designed fountain.
This is home" said Mr.. Falconer, as he
handed her from the carriage, and noted
the delight in her face.
A falry-like little form, dressed in white
with an aureole of golden hair floating out
from her perfect face, came running down
inc massive steps, Win pcamlDS smiles. 10
meet them.
Papa, dear papan' she cried, as she
threw herself eagerly into his arms.
CHAPTER III.
Il have brought you present. Gracie,"
he said, as he embraced the child, then
placed her on the walk, and turned to
Isabel, "a mamma, and l hope you will be a
very good little daughter to her."