The morning call., 1890-07-06

Editor of The Morning Gull: l have written
only the truth, although 1 have not written all
the truth l have toned down rather than
heightened my colors. No touch has been placed
on the canvas for mere effect. IL the reader
shall shed one tear IN sympathy for the suffering
of little Ruby or smile with grateful thoughts
for the kindness OF Vic learn a lasting hatred
for the brutality Of such as Signor Enrico, then
shall have created an interest IN the cause OF the
oppressed and unprotected-an interest which
may ultimately crush out forever the agony and
degradation suffered in the preparation OF pleas
1re for The peonIe A. r.
CHAPTER L
THE CHOICE WHICH JOHN HAYWARD MADE.
CYNTHIA Dawson the farmers only daughter,
was struck by the beauty of the early autumn
day. and as she sat by her fathers side 10 Inc
old clumsy wagon, drawn by The ploddlng gray
mare she had plenty OF lime TO admire Inc eioT-
fous panorama before her. II was TWO long
years since she had gazed at the familiar lelas
and the old homestead which she had always
known as home. Those Two years had been
spent IN a fashion able school, Tor Farmer Daw-
son was very proud of his glTl, lAe chic oil MS
dead vile, and nothing was spared IN order that
she should be educated like 4 lady. She break
tasted in the old kitchen. Size followed Aunt
Pamela 10 the well-kept dairy, and listened 10
that good body'S description why one pan Oh
cream was rich and yellow ana why ahollief was
white and thick. She eXefted herself 10 seem lh-
terested in the number OF fowls which were lay
ing aud the price butter was fetching
But Cynthia was Changed. 1hat Mhieh hau
been a pleasure now assumed different as,
peCt She was very dull Before she lett nome
The boy pupils OF the clergyman near ny had
been her stauuch allies. But In her absence
they lad gone. and now there were no conpan-
Ions for her and so tile days hung very heavily
She called there once, aud learned That there
was only one fresh publ John Hayward, and IA
dreadully wild young fellow he was, TO Judge
from the account tile ministers VIE gave oil hlm
One day Cynthia came across one VINO, as IL
cnanced, aroused her interest In This young man
whom she had not yet seen.
A finer GIL than Cynthia physically II not
mentally, was Mary Armstrong, daughter OF a
horse bI eedeT whose farm was In the negupor-
hood. The two girls were OF about lie same
age, 16 years; aud they had known each olher
as playmates before Cynthias departure TO
boarding school. If they had met again on the
day Of Cyntha's return that well educaGed young
lady would surely have scorned openly inc malt
schOOed and wholly unconventional Mary out
now, after the lapse OF a week, Cynthia was lone
somely ready to chat with any body Ella,
" And May" she said, after they had talked
n while, do you ride your fathers horses as
Tecklessly as you used to-"
" Not SO reckessly, II you mean astrlde like
boy" was the laughing reply. Il use sde-sGd-
die now and wear a habit, though I'm bound 10
say that They're nuisance"
Then likely IL was you saw galioping over
The llll yesterday. There was a gentleman with
you"
4" Yes, John Hayward"
Instantly Cynthia was alert. She saw by the
slight frightening OF color in Mary'S always
fresh complexion and the momentary drOOp OF
the heavy lRshes over her big brown eyes that
John Hayward was something sentimental 10
her; so size adopted the method OF sudden attack
10 get al the Truth.
MARY" she said, smiling, "you and this Mr..
Hayward are sweeThearts, eh?"
The method proved successful, for Mary re-
ped AFTER a fashion, yes. Pm Ia love Will
him, aud l think lie Is IN love with me. That's
secret Cynthia, 10 be kept between you and Inc
until he MAKES proposal. which l count on his
doing very soon. Q Cynthia, he is glol 4ous fell
low, and 10 Indeed love him."
Joha Hayward proved TO be. as Cynthia esi-
mated him on acquaintance, a GLORIOUS fellow "
handsome dasning aud rich. She resolved at
once that he should marry her. Resolute and