Nevada County picayune., 1890-03-05
Since she had left school her life

UaNS. Her 1atner liad required her to dress with elegance, but scoldcd overy dollar she spent. She had presided over princely banQuets one day, and actually suffered with hun ger for weeks afterwards. Every petty saving of the true miser's heart was praciiccd by her father, who was determined to increase his own importance by making a wcalty mar riagc for Sadie.
 Then came q few months of happi ness. She loved Roger Stanmore, young lawyer who had handsome income. Everything was apparently prosperous, and the trosseau of the bride nearly completed, when, by an unfortunate crash in the money mar ket, Roger Stanmore. lost his money.
 At once Ralph Meyers broke the engagement between the young law yer and his daughter; but they had hoped for better days, until, after a year had rolled by, Sadie received another offer.
 1 knew the new suitor well-a crusty old fellow nearly my own age, with a fortune of almost fabulous pro portion.
 Your father never wanted you to marry him - 1 cried, as Sadie paused.
 ''He gave me my choice last Tues day" she said, ito accept Mir. Lyon as my husband, or to leave his house at once and forever"
 But Roger Stanmore:"
 ''He is in Chicago. could not go to him, Uncle Ralph. Father would not let us correspond, and, with little toss of pride, he may not care to burden himself with an utterly pennllesS WIG.
 True. true. Whatas he doing in Chicago?"
 He is working up a law suit. He is dependent now upon his profes- sion, and he had an offer to go there and take some part-l don't know how-in suit there"
 "Hou have his address!''
 "Yes; he sent it to me; but l would not write, as father had-had said he would curse me if did"
 It was not exactly blessing 1 muttered, but I kissed my little niece and sent sent her to Jane.
 l had little plan in my head. so l sent Jane out for some plain, ready made clothes, cheap calico dress and course boots, and gave Sadie some shirts to make.
 She seemed perfectly content to keep the proposal she had made to me. and knew nothing of the letter l wrote to Roger Stanmore. told him the bare facts.
 Sadie is with me. wrote, ''and l will give her home as long as she can earn what she eats
 A week passed very quietly, and Sadie was sewing in my sitting room one morning, with certainly hap pier face than she had when she first came to me, when 1 said:
 You need not stitch quite so steadily, Sadie."
 But like it. :" she said, looking up at me, brightly; you are so gen. tie and kind. It is so peaceful here, Uncle Ralph"
 But you miss your fine home, your rich dresses"
 "No," she said, with shudder; II am willing never to see rich dress again if may only live here."
 Just then the bell rang, and q moment later a tall, iine-looking man was ushcred into the room by Jane. He gave me one fierce, contemptu- ous glance, and then heard raptu- ous cry, and saw Sadie quite buried in the visitors ulster.
 "My darlingl my darling!" he cried II have come to take you away with me, Sadie. My wife need not starve, even if she has none of the boarded wealth of parsimonious relatives.
 Bless the man, how l admired the scorn with which he looked at me.
 But he understands me better now. Sadie's dowry comprises handsome residence and an ample income that it is quite out of my power to take from her again, and if the wedding was a quiet one, Sadie Stanmore can shine in the best society to-day.
 They wanted me to live with them, but l am too old now to change my miserly ways, and like my old home best. Their blue-eyed children to