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

"HOw DO you LIKE IT, rNcLE HARVEY ~
customers were looking At her best goods,
and Isabel was redeeming herself in her
eyes, . abe waited on the young bride-to be
with pleased interest.
"How do you like it, Uncle Harvey9' and
the young lady whirled gracefully on one
toe, interrupting the gentleman in brown
study.
me. Oh. really am not judge Of mil
linery," he replied, rather absently. A.I3c-
sides, the absurdity Of asking me for an
opinion when Ralph is here''
"She knows only too well what my opin.
ion is" said the younger man, CALAMITY
More badinage was gayay tossed back and
forth, and moro hats were brought out ana
tried on, and amidst the merriment, ISabel
had forgotten her troubles; even her aunt's
unhappy letter had faded from her lind.
and she was smiling cheerfully with the
rest: and for the moment forgot that she
was only shop-girl, so soothing was Lilly
Stanford's gentle manners and: pretty
speech.
Finally the purchases were made, and the
party were ready to 60.
"Why, aren't you gazing with u.s. Uaetd
Harvey" said Lilly, as the elderly gentle
man remained on the sofa, hat in h1nd. y
"f you'll excuse me, / believe I'll do no
more shopping to-day. You see you have
given me no opportunity to select q hat for
myself, !. he added, laughingly, 'sand ran
easily walk home when ! find one t6 kuit
me- -,
"Quitc likely he is going to look UP !
suitable present for Lilly y said one ef.4he
elder ladies, nodding her head sagaciously,
''since he can not stay for the wedding"
Meantime Mr.. Harvey Falconer had
Stepped up to Isabel, as she was arranging
the debris of the last invasion of band
boxes, aud, as the carriage drove away, be
said. gravely: Pardon me, miss, for such
an apparently objectionable liberty, but
would like very much to see you alone,
with madam's permission" with . bow &c
Mime. Arnot smiling behind her counter.
She would have been ssupercilious under
other circumstances, but this man a. family
wQre among her best customers, so she re-
strained her surprise, and said, politely
Miss Grant, show Mr.. Falconer to the
parlor up STAIRS. but there was 4 trace oil
/ suppressed GOODNESS and disdain after al
beneath her smiles, and her mental com
ment was: "What can Harvey Falconer have
70 say to that shopgirla' ..
Isabel led the way to small but hand
somely- furnished parlor on the second floor
and as her companion dropped into the
easy chair which she wheeled out for him.
he handed her his card, saying: II hardly
know how to commence this interview,
which must seem so very strange to you,
but have found myself taking . remark
able interest insy6u asi have been watch.
ing you in the shop, and wish to inquire
intD your history. so far as is necessary for
a clear understanding between us, and1 IN
turn, will give you my own.' -, -
my history is soon told" said Isabel,
with half smile. Il am Isabel Grant, an
orphan, and my home has been. with an
aunt who is poor like myself; my home il
not q happy one" She wondered ut herself
that she could give these particulars SC
freely to one whom she had never seen be.
fonc, but there was something in this mans
face that was kind and reassuring. aad,
without being able to explain why, she felt
as If there was no strangeness id his re.
quest. ;: -. ),
He looked at her kindly and searchingly
"You are heart-whole!" he said, fhquir.
ingly. ~
Perfectly So" she replied: Il have had
no time for lOve-making. will not deny
n0Ve Aau NY uIcdme VI uOInes anu ulv
ideals Of what that home should be; but,
sir, why do you ask me these questionsi''
She looked at him fea1aessly and iriauir.
ingly.
''First let me return your confidence, and
will answer your questions" he replied
II am widower; five years ago buried
my life's dearest hopes, in the person Of my
wife, whom loved more tenderly even than
knew until was forced to give her up.
thought then my heart was broken, and
that could never love again. ] am some.
thing of = mind reader, and while you were
waiting upon my niece studied you care.
fully, and saw in your face the index to q
mind akin to my own.
'Nevcr, since my darling Matte died, have
seen woman who seemed, like her, to be
part Of myself, and as looked ct you, and