Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-26

through his hair when he was in any way perplexed or annoyed. leaving his rather stubby black locks sticking up straight like porcupine quillsL
 ''Indeed, Dr. Conroy,n said Isabel, q shall be only too willing to sec that your directions are carried out, for really her ambition is really reprehensible."
 "Then appoint you guardian to see that am obeyed," giving minute directions for treatment.
 There was a sound of hammering and mysterious going on in the room adjoining the home room for day or two and then Isabel and MT. Falconer assisted Lottie up the stairs and ushered her into it, with the information that it was hers.
 Isabel had followed her idea of her friends character in it's furnishings. White and blue were the predominating tints, and purity itself was personifed; a deep-cush- toned lounge, a large invalid's wheel chair, bright, cheerful pictures, books, and every where delicate white faces and azure rib bons wherever they could be used. In an airy alcovc a dainty bed was made up, and curtained off with lace, and at its head, in easy reach of her hand, little cabinet in which her medicines and lotions were kept.
 ''Now, my dear little invalid," said Isabel, 'slet me see how you look i'll your chair" "Oh, Isabelr' was all surprised Lottie could say, as she sank down into the soft cushions of her chair.
 "You see we were selfish in doing this," said Isabel, speaking rapidly so that Lottie could have no opportunity for formal thanks, and indeed there was no need, for the eloquent face told all that the lips would have spoken, ''for we wished you to spend your evenings with us in our room, and we | can wheel you back and forth when you are | not able to walk, you see."
 "It is so lovely,'' said Lottie, looking at ! MT. Falconer with grateful eyes. 'I won 1 der,' she added, retiectively, Eff it IS more blessed to give than to receivea" "It is very pleasant to give, 1 assure you," | he replied, answering her look with a smile | 'I don't imagine that man who hid his talent l in napkin to have been a very happy man, | do you, Miss Fords'
 MT. Falconer had received Isabers com | munication in regard to her birth with | pleased surprise, and had heartily approved | of all she had done for Mrs. Harmon; he had never been what is termed q benevolent l man, yet it was not from a lack of heart, l and when Isabel showed a disposition to be | unselfsh and helpful to others he fell in 1 line heartily and cheerfully.
 1 The first Mrs. Falconer had been quiet l little woman who did not allow her right l having fortune of her own, she dispensed l her charities silently, and MT. Falconer had 1 no opportunity of entering into them, but l Isabel, who had never been accustomed to the lavish use of money, could not use his 1 purse for the benefit of others, however l freely offered, without his knowledge and 1 cooperation, and so with her his benevo- l lent instincts were brought out and culti- 1 vated to their mutual profit and pleasure. l Mrs. Colonel De Long and Mrs. Dwight l continued to be Isabers most intimate friends, though she had now many callers | and passing acquaintances, and these ladies 1 took up Lottie and made great deal of the l patient little girl, bringing her fruits, flow | CTS and books lavishly
 "I do wish," said Mrs. Dwight one day 1 as she sat on the lounge in Lottie's room
 "that knew of some one whom could get
 to crochet me one of those delicate shawls
 which arc being worn so much."
 "Let mo do it, Mrs. Dwight,' said Lottie | eagerly. "Time hangs heavy on my hands | and would be so glad to have something
 with which to busy myself"
 "The very thlng," answered Mrs. Dwight
 ''and can assure you, Miss Ford, that il l you can do such work you will find plenty l of it, for we unfortunate ladies, who arc
 martyrs to society, have very little time fol
 fancy work"
 "Lottie will be only too happy, l am sure, l said Isabel, "for she is such an alarming gly
 industrious person that she is positively
 miserable unless her hands are busy.' She
 well knew this opportunity of earning
 would do much toward making Lottie con
 tented and cheerful. It was happy sug
 gestion, and the ladies kept her busy iron
 that time, and Lottie was perfectly happ.
 as her nimble fingers wrought dainty, beau
 tiful things with the ivory hook and sof
 wools, and better still, her plaintively leal
 pocket-book began to grow plump and roun' | with the results of her labor.
 "If I can only buy mother a nice blacl
 dress for Christmas, and father the larg
 print Bible he has needed so long, shal
 be so happy,'' said Lottie.
 The fever sore was slowly yielding to Dr ! Conroy'S skillful treatment and Lottie coul
 walk much more easily than at first.
 "I do believe that Dr. Conroy is beginnin,
 to take more than professional interest il
 Lottie," said Isabel one day, as she and MT