Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1890-09-26
D!glNE STANLNY'S ROMANCE q.
by LorrIE A. HULL.

a child about three years OLD SAT on
the wide stone steps in front of an ele-
giant residence in large city in Vir-
giuia With one wee, soft hand she ca
ressed little dog that lay be .ide her,
and in the other she held spray of
fragrant white hyacinthe. The child's
large blue eyes We're turned anxiously
toward crossing little way up the
street There comes the pretty lady,
Gypsy" she said, as a lady dressed in
black came across the street; II am
going to give her these flowers, cause
she always looks SO sorry, and you must
be good, Gypsy. The pretty lady will
be afraid if you bark at her."
The child ran down the steps and out
on the pavement, closely followed by
Gypsy, who did not quite understand
what his little mistress was about.
"Here are some flowers for you," she
said, as the lady came up; Gypsy and
L brought them to you"
Thank you, little one. How sweet
they are. But why did you bring them
to me? You do not know me, do you?"
ooh, yes. I do. 1 watch you go past
ever morning and you always look so
sorry. I thought you would like to
have them, cause my papa looks
that way sometimes, and when I
give him some of my flowers he
always smiles and calls me his little
sunbeam. But you are crying. Oh,
Gypsy, we have made the pretty lady
cry. Please don't, dear lady, and we
will never do it again"
No, baby, do no. run away. 1 was
thinking OF my old home, where there
were pretty flowers like these. You
have made me happier. You and
Gypsy must come out to see me every
morning. Unjust go now, but first tell
me your name, little sunbeam"
"Deane Carew," answered the baby.
"Deane! Why that is my name, too,"
said the lady. Goodbye, dear, and
thank you again"
She started to 60, but turned again,
and, raising the child in her arms, she
kissed her, then hurried away. She
walked very fast, for her e1rand was one
of business, not pleasure. She was
music teacher in school for young
ladies in the city. Never before had
the day seemed SO long. Never had the
everlasting scales and monotous ex-
ercises Jared so upon her nerves. At
last the clock struck four and she was
free to go home.
The incident of the morning had
awakened memories that she had long
striven to put from her mind. The
baby had looked at her with Fred
Carew's eves-Fred Carew, the man
whom she had loved and who had left
her with promises of undying love. then
asked her for his freedom, and inside of
year married Alice Brandon, his
fathers ward. The resemblance be-
tween his face and that of the child was
unmistakable.
Little Deane was Fred Carews child
and he had named her for her, Deane
Stanley.
There was, at the beginning of the
Civil War, beautiful estate in the val
ley of the Shenandoah called The Elms.
Its owner, William Stanley. was Justly
proud OF broad acres and his large and
elegant mansion, surrounded by beauti-
iul grounds, but the pride of his heart
was his :chi!Gren--Harold, who was the
father over again, and Deane, at whose
birth the mother had died So care
fully did the father guard his child that
she never realized the loss she had
sustained in her mothers death. Every
wish was gratifed, every advantage
that wealth and love could secure, were
given her, but with all this indulgence
she was sweet, unselfish girl, and in
the dawn OF her young womanhood she
was all that fond parent could desire.
About this time she spent season
with her aunt and cousins in the North.
They were very fond Of their pretty re-
lative, and speedily introduced her into
the best society the place afforded.
There she met Fred Carew. Thew
We're much together, and toward the
end of the season people began to talk
of a match between handsome Fred
Carew and the pretty Southerner,
though in reality there was no engage
ment.
Deane was very young, and no
thought OF marriage had entered her
head, but when she returned to her
home by the Shenandoah she found
that something was lacking to make her
as happy as she always had been. How
ever she wes far from being love-lorn
maiden, and was still, as she ever had
been, the light of her home.
The following Christmas there was o
merry party at The Elms, and among
the guests was Fred Carew. He was
more captivated than ever by the pretty
hostess, and asked her fathers consent
to woe and win her if he could. Hav-
ing gained this. he told his love to
Deane, and on Christmas night the
engagement was announced.
The days that followed were happy
ones. Fred Carew was just the man to
win the esteem and love OF q pure, trusting
heart. and Deane thought him the per-
soniication of all that was good and
noble.
The wedding was not to take place