Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-08-08

mine! For I'm sure il must be worth
more than Il hundred dollars"
She glanced furtively at tall, broad
shouldered young fellow who had been
seated in the train few seats beyond
her.
HE never looked around" thought
Lydia. I'm glad of it, for he must
have known that / had been crying.
But l must give this back to him."
With II light. swift step, she fastened
to overtake Squire Carhart's city guest.
please. is this yoursP" said she, hold
ing up the glittering half-circle. Il
found it on the car floor close to where
you were sitting"
He started and raised his hat.
ut is Mr.. Wotton's niece. isn't ftp"
said he miss Lydia? Yes, it is mine.
and I'm a thousand times obliged to
you. | must have fastened it in very
carelessly. And j value it very highly,
too; it was n gift from my father"
lis it worth great deal of moneys"
asked Lydia. timdly lifting her sea-blue
eyes to his face.
About hundred dollars suppose"
Il wish it was mine," said Lydia,
with long sigh, as ii she were think
ing aloud.
"YoursP Why, it isn't lady's orna-
ment."
"Oh, not the pin! Lydia FASTENED to
explain, "but the money-the hundred
dollars. Good-by! Here is the carriage
waiting from Carhart Court"
"Will you let me drive you rs far as
Wotton farm?" asked the stranger,
courteously.
And tired Lydia willingly accended.
The upshot was that when she enter
ed her uncle's presence, she gave him
a bank bill representing the price of the
'prize colt"
"Where did thee get this money,
child?" solemnly asked Uncle Joshua.
IL borrowed it," confessed Lydia.
'Don't ask me any more questions,
uncle. I'll pay it back if have to pick
blackberries at four cents quart all
summer"
81 hope thee will give up this hoy
denish business of scampering about on
horseback. Lydia, after this" severely
spoke Aunt Rebecca.
''But, aunt. the old fortune-teller told
me that my fortune would one day be
made by "a"
Lydia stopped abruptly as she re-
mbered how the diamond horseshoe
had glittered on the floor at her feet
that day. Her color rose, her heart
| beat.
Thee must remember. Lydia" adj
monished Aunt Rebecca THAT all div
liners and fortune-tellerS are snares of
Satan
Yes, Aunt Rebecca," murmured the
girl.
But from that day an inscrutable
change came over the character of her
life.
The pleasant summer sunshine had
faded out of the land. The Saratoga
hotels were closed; gay Newport was
| deserted.
And Mrs. Blythe, sitting in the vel
low light of her jonquil silk curtains,
was smiling over II card which Matilda
had just brought in.
Dear Algyw she murmured. 81
knew he would comet"
She glided into the white-and-gold
drawing-room, all gracious cordiality.
you recreant cav alier!" she smiled.
ave half mind to scold you, and
yet"
"Do deserve that title?" Mr.. Vane
asked. "For you are the first person
to whom | have told the great happi-
ness of my life. Oh, / see you don't
understand me! Come from behind the
draperes, Lydia, and help me to ex-
! plain"
And Lydia, blue-eyed and fair
treSSed, came.
1--WE are married. mamma" said
Lydia, "Algy and /. And we sail fcr
Europe in the 'Comandra,' at noon.
Won't you kiss me, mamma, and wish
me joy?"
Mrs. Blythe kissed Lydia-and Algy,
too-and wished them Joy.
But this was the severest ordeal to
which she ever had been put. A
mother-in-law instead of a bride! This
was hardly what she had looked for
ward to.
But even in that trying moment she
noticed the glittering pin which fasten'
! ed Lydia's lace bonnet-strings a
quaint device of tiny diamonds--and
remembered what the girl had once
said about Il fortune-teller and horse
shoe.
Mamma didn't look quite pleased
Algy," said the bride, when they were
back in the carriage, driving TO thC
steamers wharf. DO you suppose she
is vexed because we didn't take hei
into our coniidencep"
II dare say" remarked Mr.. Vane
THAT no mother likes to lose her child
so suddenly. Least of all, darling, sc
sweet treasure as YOU"
And neither of the two suspected
what a poisoned dagger was that day
ranking in the breast of Mrs. Rosa
mond Blythe. Philadelphia Saturday
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