Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-27

"MY UNCLE, MAJOR CARRINaToN." am going in another direction as soon as Nal, mean Dr. Conroy, is willing for me to take the journey" and her blue eyes dropped before Isabel's searching look.
 "Lottie Ford, believe you have got secret tucked away under those tell-tale blushes," and Isabel took the flushed face in her hands and with scrutinizing look: "Confess now; where and when is Dr. Con- roy going to spirit you away?'
 "He is going to New York and he wishes me to go with him,'' she admitted.
 "Ah! see through.the whole conspiracy" lighted relief. i've are going to New York to ask papa and mammals 8 consent, and after that, orange blossoms and a clergyman; oh! you sly puss, to invent such an improved and economical method of paying doctors bills. have guessed 1t, haven't Ia"
 "Yes," replied Lottie, laughing; "but upon the plan of no cure, no pay," she con- tinued, flor l have positively refused to burden hlm with my poor helpless self, un- der any circumstances, unless recover en- tirely. I love him too well to burden him with a helpless wife"
 "As if he wasn't big and strong enough to carry your burdens with one fneer," laughed Isabel. s'If you did nothing but sit in chair and smile at him, you could help him more than the most of women with their full strength"
 "Still I shall insist on my proviso," re- stunned Lottie, with gentle obstinacy; "but if I am well, in six months have promised to be his wife,"
 "And I think you have made wise choice, for I believe Dr. Conroy to be worthy of even my Lottie," and she kissed the sweet, patient face lovingly; "but what will Oracle do for her little governess2"
 "You will find some other poor little girl who needs your kindly assistance, dear," replied Lottie, gratefully. "What bless Ing 1t is to have the power of creating so much happiness, Isabel"
 1T assure you feel grateful for it every day." replied Isabel, thoughtfully. 'How little we dreamed of the future in store for stings of Mme. Arnot's prickly temper" "You have never visited the Southa" said Major Darlington, as they sat around the table in the spacious dining-room. Des- sert had been brought in, and they were chatting over it leisurely. "Never, except on the briefest of busi- ness trips," replied Mir. Falconer. "In some respects our glory has de- parted" said the Major, thoughtfully, though m others there is change for the better"
 
 changes" said MT. Falconer, "especially in l the relations of the higher clas ses with the l laboring class"
 "Yes, it is so, and though it was like the very bitterness of death to give up our old | ideas, am not sure that many of us would | be willing to take them back agaln. There l is a new future and new race springing E up in the South-a future of mechanism and development, and 8 race of earnest, active thinkers.
 "The old phase of naughty indolence is be- ing merged into a share of your Yankee ambition and thrift; but am anxious that l you should see all this for yourself. When | shall we. look for an extended visit from | youp and he looked inquiringly at MT. Fal- coner.
 "We had thought of spending Christmas in New York;" replied MT. Falconer, "but perhaps, that visit can be deferred in favor ! of this"
 1T should like to have you see our Christ mas festivities, though, of course, the plantation life is not what it once was, yet we keep up the old customs as far as pos sible."
 My wife and daughters will be SO anx ious to meet you," he continued, turning tC
 Isabel. "We have SO often speculated ir regard to the little babe of our dear sister Alicia. Her mother is still living, and vii |
 trip to the North in the hope of finding
 you," resumed the Major, seeing that she
 was too near to happy tears to reply. l : was so sweet to her to hear of these family
 ties, so new and unexpected. "But i seemed as hopeless quest as if the eartl : had opened and swallowed you up. I ever hunted rural cemeteries in the hope O finding some humble stone to mark oul
 sisters grave or some trace of old Chloe.' l "Your search might be more successful now," observed MT. Falconer, "as Isabe caused @ small monument to be erected ovel } her mothers grave, in the hope that some } of her family might find it, as well as . ? tribute of affection from herself" , "Iam glad; it has been source of sor row to us all that one so dear should be ly , ing in neglected grave so far away, ant 3 poor old Chloe" he spoke interrogatively F "Was buried near her," replied Isabel
 "she begged to be buried near her dea F young mistress; placed a small stone a her grave also" a The Major smiled at her kindly. II se' you are true scion of the old stock; th :, Pembrokes are a family of rare sympathie f and generous tendencies, and l am happ, 8 to see that you have these qualities whicl
 made our Alicia so dear to us." 8 The Major took his leave in the evening