Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-24

IN YOUR TIME" Isabel held out her arms, nestled in her lap putting her arms confdingly about her heck. Would you like to go home with Aunt Emily and be her little girl for a Eme1"
 The child looked from one to the other doubtfully, and then at her aunt, who awaited her answer smilingly.
 "It you please, papa, would rather stay with you and mamma" she answered, pat ting Isabel's cheek with her little white hand.
 "So you shall, dear," said Mir. Falconer, in @ satisfied tope; he had little doubt of her reply when be put the question.
 "Qoht you remember what lovely time you had when you were there last year" Aaid Mrs. Stanford, eoa1ingly; "the rides in Central Park, and all the other nice things yoy enjoyed 50 mueh1" "but didn't have mamma then"
 Mrs. Stanford bit her lip in annoyance. What was the charm about this plain, un- esSymina woman which brought her such love and respecti she asked herself tmpa- 0ehtly, and the answer would have been apuerent had she not been 60 blinded by pStde and prejudice that she would not see. "shall we spend the evening in the bone soo%'" said lss6ei ., to her sr, husband; ua
 
 out upon { spau balcony. ostensibly to look Ct Q btapd 6f flowers there, really to re- cover from her vexation, which her native good se6Ae told her was unladylike and un- oaAed for.
 NEp.h he replied, decidedly, "not uptil our famiiy Wheels have an application pf the oil of kindness and love-" and he looked significantly at the form on the bal doufi i've want no jarring or discordance
 e. there any thing I can say or do, Mir. Falo6nerT in a low, pained voice.
 "No, my dear wife," he had never called her that before, and she looked up at him gfatefpllv. "Only be patient and natural. EmQY is hot showing her better self, and &nn 11re little patience and forbearance will brlpg 1t out all right" Ars, 6tap ford, even then, was struggling with herself, having the grace to be ashamed her with the rest" she said to herself, Eff ehA had been one of our own rank in Society, but" and that little "but" was enough to embitter all her thoughts. Mra. Stanford had two sides to her char acter, one selfsh and worldly side, with an overwhelming respect for what Mey | would say or do, the other @ charmingly friendly and kindly one, which few could | resist. This better self was struggling for pf0-omlQ6QC6, 6S SQ0 8OS0QLly lOOkeu luCO the depths of pure calla lily.
 this evening"" said Oracle, as Mrs. Stan ford came rustling in with Q happier shade upon her handsome face. "Auntie has not seen the new statuary."
 "True, my little girl, that is happy sug- gesti6n," said Mir. Falconer, eff auntie would like to go."
 "1t would certainly be very pleasant way of spending the evening"" said Mrs. Stanford, graciously; she had senslbly de- l Mon for that evening at least, and MT. Fal- l coner went at ance to order the horses.
 The cool evening air, after the heat of the day, and the beauty of the drive insensibly eaimed Mrs. Stauford's ruffled feelings and brought out her better self, and she was particularly chatty and agreeable, to lsa' hel's relief, who responded at once to hel mood.
 Oracle delighted in riding, and expressed phi(dtah oonversatiou as she nestled close by 1sabel's side, laying her cheek lovingly against the soft velvet and chenille of he, wyep, and occasionally looking in her iace with a smile of satisfaction.
 Mrs. Stanford was not slow to observe these siens of affection, and, happily, sht was inspired by them to a desire to do hel | OEObu6ro WILD JuSIlc0 8t 4o8SCs II UO mOEo.
 The next morning oshe arose with de termination to be kind toward the young hostess, and she succeeded so well that sh, was unexpectedly agreeable. She was ait ting in the drawing-room when Isabel on tered from visit to Mra, Montford's room That good woman had divlned the state O aReira intuitively, and her sympathies wer' with the young wife, and she could not re siet the temptation of saying. with sig nidcant nod;
 Don't you let her browbeat you one par ) tI3le, Mrs. Falcouer," and Isabel had re ) piied smilingly, with little pat of the goo 7 woman's motherly shoulder: "Don't b alsrmed, Mrs Montford, on my account" : "Gracie tells me you have been havin some new dresses made," Mrs. Stanfor ] was saying, pleasantly. "1 must confess t g weakness for liking to see pretty cos tumeS." and, in obedience to the hint, Isa } bel led the way. to her room, and the re mainder of the morning was spent il INONCORD BUGGIES,