The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1890-10-07


difficulty, and | shall be a made indi-
vidualr'
He stopped at a hat store to get his hat
draped in a suitable mourning weed, and
thought it very becoming. The third
day after the funeral he called on Letitia.
Miss Price received him in her new
black suit, her nose swelled with much
weeping, and her eyelids as pink as if
they had been painted all round with a
red lead pencil.
"Dear Lefty" murmured the major,
his voice attuned to the tenderest sym
pathy, s'do not mourn too deeplyi We
must all die-and Jul departed friend
had lived out the threescore and ten
years allotted to mans life here below"
81 know i'll" shifted Lefty, taking out
her black bordered pocket handkerchief.
"You are not bearing your grief all
aloneY" he asked.
"No; Cousin Bethuah Jenkins and her
husband have been here for a week"
Lefty lugubriously answered.
Maj. Monthi1l pricked up his ears.
Cousin Bethuah Jenkins? He had not
hitherto been aware that his Letitia had
any relatives a v her grandsire. How
ever, the 5000, 900 would well bear a few
reversionary legacies, and this Cousin
Bethuah was doubtless In attached rela-
tive whom it would be scarcely credita-
BILE for the old gentleman to omit entirely
from his will.
1.-THE only thing that / regret in this
sudden and unlocked For dispensation Of
Providence, dearest Lefty" went on our
smooth tongued major, sis that it makes
an heiress of y%ou-and ] believed that I
have before expressed to you my horror
of the imputation of wedding a rich
wife"
Don't let that trouble you, Nanny,
dearr' cried Lefty Historically. I'll
meant to have told you all about it be-
fore, but somehow there never was a real
good opportunity"
''Told me all about what, Letitia?'
asked the major, in some surprise.
about my quarrel with grandpapa
last month. He said you were a fortune
hunting miscreant-you dear Marina
dukel-and | never should have a cent
from him if / married you. And then /
repeated to him the noble words you had
spoken, and he said-grandpapa always
had an inelegant way of expressing him
self-'that he'd settle your hash for
you! And he called me a fool, and we
had an awful quarrel, andhe made a new
will, and left all his money to Cousin
Bethuah Jenkins; but ! don't care,
Nanny, darling, for | knew" cried the
disinherited damsel, with a fresh burst
of tears, THAT you loved me for myself
alone, and not for mere filthy lucrel"
And SO speaking, Lefty Price flung her
1871 solid pounds Of dumpy humanity
fondly into the majors arms.
Marmaduke Monthil felt like the man
in the old tale who has sold his soul for
forty pieces of gold, and finds the treas
ure changed into dead leaves. He had
got Lefty Price, but not Lefty Prices
fortune.
He went home, promising to call early
the next morning. The next morning
came, but not Maj. Monthill.
Miss Lefty Price is living, a disap-
pointed dalnsel. with her Cousin Bethuah,
who is a good natured soul. and does not
grudge the. ''bite and the sup" to the
poor girl whom she really thinks has
been used very i'll both by her grand
father and the major As for the gallant
Marmaduke, nobody knows what has be-
come of him, not even his Jewish credi-
tors, who would certainly be the ones to
find out, if any one could. The diamond
solitaire is not yet paid for, and some
body else is living in the cottage at New
port this season.
But, after all, it is only one more Illus
tration of the daily lesson we all read
the mutability Of human affairs