Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1889-07-11

| q dream though must say the beauty Of
a 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
| at just puts me out OF oil 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
Meantime Isabel was being whirled
swiftly along in the train. Mrs Fal-
coner," she started at the un familiar sound,
"dO you realize that you havo not even
asked me where we are goingt'
81 think have heard 1t mentioned that
your home is in Philadelphia" she replied,
smiling; "really, have been so busy 1
have scarcely given the subject a thought,
but 1 hope, il | am correct that we are
going there at once; you know have never
had real homc," ana she looked up at him
wistfully.
"Then / am glad | planned as | haye,n
| said he; 1--WE can take a wedding trip
| whenever you feel like il, 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.
~ sec you are not the victim Of acute
curiosity he resumed, looking at her
curiouslyi 1.-THE majority of women would
have overwhelmed me with an avalanche of
questions before this time"
"If you knew how restful and charming
- se hos lnI -,
II am reading an interesting book, taking
it page by page as it comes to me- and ask
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.h
She smiled back at him; his manner was
particularly grateful TO her. None of tho
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 matter-of course air that was
inexpressibly soothing.
He was carefully sOlcitOus for her COM
fort, and, travelling under such care, in a
magnificent palace car, was, indeed, lux
ury 20 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; i write to tell you 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 Lilly In Nine. Arnots shop tho other
day, but, my dear sister, my intuitions do not
often lead me wrong, and am convinced that
my choice Is q wise one, and every hour spent
in her company but confirms this opinion. /
can not analyzc the feelings which led me to
this sudden step, but though tAe impulse OF
an hour. and In sober, common-sense view, O
most hazardous one yet believe 1t is going TO
result most happily. / was certainly not be-
guiled TO 1t by the glamor of beauty, stu Mrs
Faiconer's appearance will not disgrace any
position.
LET me give you hint, En- ly; there may
DO more or less gossip, and leave il TO your
good sense TO see that, IL you take the matter
wisely and coolly, much of it will be avoided,
and the knowledge that she has been shop
girl need not be paraded, unless you make the
fact unnecessarily prominent by displaying
family pride and aversion toward her After
LiIly's wedding is over l hope 10 see you IN
my home, where l am confident shall receive
your sistery 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; q most
astoundn 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 l hope to visit you. My husbands name
is Harvey Falconer; 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 beautiful day, clear
and sunny, and the city of Brotherly Love
was at its best, as the carriage rolled rapid
ly through the broad streets.
"What o lovely place." said Isabel, as
they stopped before large stone mansion,
set in the midst of lawn lavishly adorned
with shrubbcry and statuary, and watered
by the cooling spray of q large and beauti
fully-designed fountain.
This is home," said Mr.. Falconcr, as he
handed her from the carriage, and noted
the delight in her face.
A fairy-likc littlo form, dressed III white,
with an aurcole OF go' IN hair floating out
from her perfect face, camo running down
the massive steps, with beaming smiles, to
meet them
Papa, dear papaln she cried, as she
threw herself eagerly into his arms,
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