Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1889-11-07

trials when I was in there last, /" said Mr..
Stanford, ignoring Is2bels last remark.
" In the first place, you, who had always
been her favorite, her right-hand assistant
how much of that she put on for my benefit
/ do not know Qsabels nose went up
scornfully) had left her suddenly; Jennie
Dewey had gone soon after, and the girlyou
call Lottie was sick -"
'sLottie sick, dear sweet little Lottie
SICK" interrupted Isabel; ibid she say OF
WHAT"
''Her lameness I believe, which had be-
come so painful that she could not getto
and from her work.
Poor little girl! She is the dearest and
sweetest little martyr that ever lived,'
cried Isabel, pitifully; 'lr must be the
fever sore has broken out again, and her
parents are so poor they need every penny
she can earn" Tears stood in Isabel's
eyes, and she was scornful no longer. 'sMrs
Stanford, won't you go and see her when
you returna'
"INei well, that would be new role for
me to appear in" replied the lady; ''proba-
bly, she lives in some low, filthy street;
really, my dear Mrs. Falconer, that is ask
ing too much, but I'll tell the district Wis.,
itors or send the servants If you wish"
coner, who had been a silent listener to the
conversation, with a touch of wholesome
disdain in his voice, ''if the Lord of Glory
had come on earth in your time, you would
decide at once that manger was altogether
too low place for you to visit Him in, and
would no doubt send your respects by a
servant or district visitor.''
sHarry Falconer!" The lady was really
shocked. "What an idea; as if there were
any parallel between the two cases."
''rm not an extensive Bible reader, but
have faint recollection of something in it
like this: Tnasmuch as ye have done it
unto the least Of these, We have done it unto
Me-" replied Mr.. Falconer, quietly.
''Pardon me if / seem rude, Mrs. Stan
ford" said Isabel, "but 1 recall my request.
Please do not go, for Lottie is so sensitive,
so quick to read hearts and faces, that she
would detect a proud or unsympathetic
thought at once"
t'Have no fears I didn't have the least in
tention of going,'' replied Mrs. Stanford,
with hard little laugh; t'it's quite out OF
my line; but speaking of my return, have
proposition to make. What do you say tc
lending Oracle to me for few months.
Lille is gone and I am very lonely" she
spoke feelingly now, and with much softer
tone.
Isabel looked inquiringly at her husband,
who answered promptly: "Why no, Emily,
we could not think of sparing the child;
could we, Mrs. Falconer!'
"Certalnly nothing but desire to oblige
Mrs. Stanford could be an inducement, and
we should miss her very much" replied
Isabel, thoughtfully; she had not realized
how the little one had crept into her heart.
SIT would not be at all advisable" re-
joined Mr.. Falconer, decidedly; but hearing
Grace's light step in the hall, 1--WE will leave
it to her, and see if she wishes to go. How
is it. Gracie2" as the child came In, and, as
Isabel held out her arms, nestled in her lap,
putting her arms conidingly about her
neck. "Would you like to go home with
Aunt Emily and be her little girl for a
time?"
The child looked from one to the other
doubtfully, and then at her aunt, who
awaited her answer smilingly.
eff you please, papa, would rather stay
with you and mamma" she answered, pat
ting Isabel's cheek with her little white
hand.
$50 you shall, DEAR" said Mr.. Falconer,
in satisfied tone; he had little doubt OF
her reply when he put the question.
"Don't you remember what lovely time
you had when you were there last years"
| said Mrs. Stanford, coaxingly; "the rides
things you enjoyed so muchs"
ayes, auntie,' replied the child, readily.
"but didn't have mamma then"
Mrs. Stanford bit her lip in annoyance.
| What was the charm about this plain, I'M
| assuming woman which brought her such
love and respect? she asked herself impa-
| tiently, and the answer would have been
| apparent had she not been so blinded by
| pride and prejudice that she would not see.
"Shall we spend the evening in the
| home rooma" said Isabel to her husband,
| inquiringly. Mrs. Stanford had stepped
| out upon small balcony, ostensibly to look
at stand of flowers there, really to re-
cover from her vexation, which her native
good sense told her was unladylike and I'm.
| called for.
"No," he replied, decidedly, "not until
our family wheels have an application
| of the oil of kindness and love-" and he
looked significantly at the form on the bal
cony; tive want no jarring or discordance
| thcre.'
"Is there any thing I can say or do Mr.
| Falconers' in a low, panied voice.
"No, my dear wife," he had never called
| her that before, and she looked up at him
gratefully. "Only be patient and natural.
Emily is not showing her better self, and !
| am sure little patience and forbearance
| will bring it out all right"
| Mrs. Stanford, even then, was strugglin g
| with herself, having the grace to be ashamed
| of her petulance. 81 know I should love
| her with the rest" she said to herself, "if
she had been one of our own rank in
| society, but" and that little shut" was
enough to embitter all her thoughts.
Mrs. Stanford had two sides to her char
| acter, one selfish and worldly side, with
| an overwhelming respect for what they
| would say or do, the other a charmingly
| friendly and kindly one, which few could
| resist This better self was struggling for
pre-eminence, as she absently looked into
| the depths of a pure Gala lily.
ooh, papa, let's ride out to Paramount
| this evening" said Oracle, as Mrs. Stan
| ford came rustling in with happier shade
upon her handsome face. "Auntie has not
seen the new statuary."
"True, my little girl, that is happy sug-
gestion," said Mr.. Falconer, ''if auntie
| would like to go.'
sit would certainly be very pleasans
way of spending the evening"" said Mrs.
| Stanford, graciously, she had senslbly de-
| termined that there should be no more fric-
| ton for that evening at least, and Mr.. Fall
| coner went at once to order the horses.
The cool evening air, after the heat of the
| day, and the beauty of the drive insensibly
| Gained Mrs. Stauford's ruff1ed feelings and
| brought out her better self, and she was
| particularly chatty and agreeable, to Isa-
| bells relief, who responded at once to her
mood.
Oracle delighted in riding, and expressed
| the happiness of her little heart by flow of
childish conversation as she nestled close
| by Isabel's side, laying her cheek lovingly
! against the soft velvet and chenille of her
| wrap, and occasionally looking in her face
with smile of satisfaction.