The weekly messenger. [volume] (St. Martinsville [i.e. St. Martinville] La.) 1886-1948, 1890-03-15


nothing, my place gone. my habits of
industry, my briskness. l make no
doubt you have heard of such cases; l
have"
The sutton sat-and who can marvel
at it,-stricken quite dumb by this
speech. At last he gasped:
'sYou are candid"
al am" she answercd-'I am, in
deed. Now is your time. You can
take back your offer, DR.. Emory.
Everything can be as it was before.
I'll tear up your letter; l am content
that all shall shall remain as it is."
"But, thcn," he answered, IL am
not. After all, al you say is only true.
l can face the music. hope. My an
swer is this: Marrg me, and l will
make a will, leaving you everything, on
our wedding day."
THAT would be unjust" she said.
1T would be will to be contested.
Leave me home and an income" She
named the sum sufficient to keep it
up.
"That is charlottesville. And
you will say yes" he said. II
promise, of course, l shall make it
better than that. still leaving my sons
no cause for complaint; but it is not
my fault that we are not more ro-
mantle"
LET the romance come afterward, if
it cam" SAID Miss Dwight.
After this, they walked about the
garden awhile, and the day of the
wedding was set. leaving time to find a
new ma:ron for the establishment. Miss
Dwight was certainly, as domcstics say.
''bcttering HERSELF" but she was not
elated.
In fact, little regret stole into her
heart as she walked about the plac,
where she had been so independent, so
respected; and wondered whether she
would be happy in the future.
"At least" she said, with degree of
bitterness, a matched him with his
romance is out of the question between
two like u.s. Matched him and went
further"
The bell tinkled in the hall just as
supper time was over that evening, and
in few moments servant came to call
Miss Dwight.
ats gentleman; he don't know
who he wants." she said. ''Some one
who knows all about the place, he told
me-"
And Dora went into the parlor, a
bare looking room, long. and with
white walls, "a panel carpet, a library
table, horsehair sofa and six chairs,
and the portrait of the founder of the
home over the mantcl-piece. There
stood under this portrait, with his ell
bow on the marble itself, a gentleman.
ID irk. CT ed, dark haired, with face
that was not so much handsome as de-
lightful.
Writers often spend good deal of
time in discussing what it is that men
see in the women whom they fall in
love with-when they say:
s.This is the woman for mc.'
believe the woman who meets for
the first time the only man on earth to
whom she would Willingly give herself,
has deeper experiences still.
The moment had come to Miss
Dwight. She had waited 80 year. for
it. and now she did not know ut it
meant. But an unconscious smile came
10 her lips, light to her soft blue eyes,
/ flush to her smooth cheek. She
ooked prettier than she could have
dreamed possible of at that m oment.
The stranger told his business. He
lad recently come from Paris, where he |
lad been occupied In certain alflirs for
10 years. Mean while, his brother had
lied, having recently lost his wife. He |
to his astonishment, that
lis little nephews were in the Home.
"Of course, 1 wish to take charge of
hem" he said. 81 am q hachelor.