Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-11-01

rou, LC:y aoy." said he "Sit down; s1t town. To you know, Daniel, I've been thinking all the morning that wish you'd bring wife home to the old place? She could be company for me when you are gone. Why don't you think of it, my lad?"
 ''I have been thinking of it, father," said the squire's son. But what would you say, sir, if were to marry a poor Eirl2'
 The squire set down his glass of iced slaret. Evidently this was new view of matters.
 "A poor girl, Daniel!'
 "But good girl, father, and as sweet and lovely as yonder half-opened rose- bud. You will, perhaps, laugh at me-" he added, "but believe have lost my heart to one of our hop-pickers."
 "Danieli"
 Her name is Mary Ravenel, sir; I never saw her before this season. She Is picking hops with her aunt or some elderly relative-a pale and fragile looking girl, but as beautiful as Q dream. And-I love her."
 The old squire nodded his head. "I can trust you, my son." said he, J will be as welcome as flowers in May" While all this time the artist, stroll Ing idly along to observe the various black-a girl with large, melting wine- brown eyes, straight, pure features and tender, dark hair overhanging her fore head like mist of jet.
 Miss Ravenelr' he cried, in amaze | ment.
 "Yes, Miss Ravenel,'" she smiled back. "You are astonished to see mo here. But the doctor declared that hop-picking would be the very thing for me. So Aunt Verna brought me, and here we are. And I am really accom- plishing wonders in the hop-picking line! Sit down here and eat some of | these delicious hot-house grapes. They efactor That is," as Aunt Verna smiled meaningly, mot exactly unknown. It is Squire Durell's son. He will persist in sending all these delightful things, | although tell him, over and over, that have no need of them. I believe he | thinks I am starving dress-makcr, or something of the kind" with blush md smile. But, oh, he is so goodl
 
 us, please, what you have been sketch ing"
 MT. Durell came down, in the warm, | red glow of the summer sunset, to the | willow-shaded curvc of the river where | Miss Ravenel liked to sit when her days work was done. "I have brought you some of the rare | orchids from the conservatory" said he. kD1S h4 N{l, Ior 41o4 liked flowers"
 she, gratefully. But, Mir. Durell, have something to tell you"
 Stop minute" he said. "I have something to tell you-that I love you that I want to mako you my wife. Dear Miss Ravenel, are you surprised at this? Have you not seen it growing out of my heart by degrees? My fath- CT is old and infirm, but he is ready to welcome you with all paternal love, and -''
 1 rvaIIy Iove mo- sne crIed, With wide-open eyes. Me, poor, pale little hop-picker?"
 You, my queen and my ideal" ''Then," she said, all smiles and bushes, II think ought to repay you by loving you a little. And think do, nay, am quite certain of it." My darling! Oh, my darling!' he murmured.
 But wait; you have not heard what l am," she urged.
 You are Miss Ravenel from Phila- delphia."
 "I am General Ravenels daughter. I am here by the doctors orders, not be- cause Ineed the daily wages of hop picker. But you won't like me any the less, will you, for that?"
 Mir. Durell stood amazed. Miss Rave mel, the Philadelphia beauty, the great heiress!
 "We are stopping at the Clancliff Ho- tel" said she. Il have my pheton and ponies there. I will drive up to the house to see your father. since he can not come to me-"
 But thought you were poor girl, hiring ono of these tents at so much a night" said Daniel, in perplexity.
 That's where you were mistaken" |" said Miss Ravenel, smiling. "But the hop-piclling has done me a good deal of good. Aunt Verna says my cheeks are redder than they used to be; and must be better, because"
 "Well?'
 'Because feel so happy" said Mary Ravenel, coloring like rose.
 And so Daniel Durell found his life's treasure out among the garlandcd hop poles.-N. Y. Ledger.