The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1890-06-06

YOU glau 10 see me- HiahlIi'd' ual
ling ?''
%My dear child" gasped tie
widow, "what has brought you
hereS
Lydia clasped her hands; her
cOuntenance fell.
Mamma" said she, "I'm The
most miserable creature in the
world-and | want a hundred dol
lars ~
"Lydia! \ hundred dollars !"
"And you must lei me have it,"
vehemenly went on Lydia. "I've
killed Uncle Jo,hna's prize colt !!
that is. didn't exactly do ii my
self; but | WAS riding Pretty Jane
around the meadow, just Tor prdc-
lice, and | forgot andleit the bars
down, and the coli got out on the
railroad track, atd the train came
aIong-oh | never tah look Uncle
Joshua in the face again, unless |
have that hundred dollars TO pay
himw
81 shall be able to earn plenty
for myself before long, mamma"
she added, breathlessIy, 'lor | can
ride better than the wumln in
pink tarlatan and sbangles who
jumped through the hoops at the
circus. When the old gypsy told
my fortune last year, at the coun-
ty fair, she said a horseshoe would
bring me good luck some day and
| knew what that meant, al course.
So Eye been pracIiclng riding ever
since, whenever could get away
from Aunt Beck and Uncle Josh
ua. and"-
"Mrs. Dappleton Ames is in the
drawing room, ma'am,' said the
white capped mald, appearing with
an oXidized silver card receiver in
her hand"
And Mrs. Blythe checked her
daughters confidence at once.
Lydia" cried she, Pm sur
prised at you! A great girl like
you scutfllng and romping around
the cuualry Go back to Shady
Plains by the very neXtirain, and
try to behave more like a lady.
Why, you must be fourteen at
least !"
"Seventeen, mama," confessed
the culpri,. But aren't you go
ing to give me the hundred dol
lars ~
Il have moi got a hundred cents"
impaiienlly cried Mrs. Blythe.
"And if bad, | wouldn't give il
il tOyou, you naughty, i'll behaved,
roI1p.ng- Yes, Matilda, tell Mrs.
Dapplelon Ames that | shall be
down directly, and bring some tea
and buns lor-lor Miss Blythe be-
fore the next train goes"
But when Mrs. Dappleton Ames
had finished her call, and Mrs.
Blythe came back, the bird had
flown. Lydia, deeply wounded
and resenlful, had promptly re-
TUNED 70 Shady Plains.
"Ihat old gypsy must have been
a humbug, after all" thought Tie
desparing girl. "Oh, what shall |
say to Uncle Joshua? Why was
mamma so cold and cruel to me !
Oh, dear; l am very, very unhap-
pyw
SHADY Plains ]" shouted the
conductor.
And as Lydia crept soIrowfully
out Of the train something bright,
like fallen drop Of dew, scintilat-
ed on the floor at her feet, She
stopped TO pick il up. 1t was a
diamond scarlpin in the shape Of a
horseshoe.
Squire Carhart's company
must have dropped it," said Lydia
to herself. "Oh, how it sparkles
If it were only mine! For Pm
sure it must be worth more than |
a hundred dollars"
She glanced furtively at a tall, |
road-shou'dered young fellow
who had been seated in The train a |
few seats beyond her.
"He never looked around"
thought Lydia, "for he must have |
known ! had been crying. But !
must give this back TO him"
With light, swift step she has
tened 10 overtake Squire Carharps
city guest.
please, is this yours r. said she,
holding up the glittering hatf-cir-
Gle. 81 found it on the car floor
close TO where you were sitting"
lie started and raised his hat.
at is Mr.. WultOn's niece, isn't
it p said he, Miss lydia 7" Yes,
il is mine, and Pm a thousand
times obliged to you. / must have
fastened it very carelessly. And
l value il very highly, too; ii was
a gift from my ialher." >"
"ls it worth a great deal ol mon
ey 2" asked Lydia, limidly lifting
her sea blue ewes TO his face.
"About a hundred drllars, |
suppose"
Il wish it was mine,n said Lydia,
with a long sigh, as if she we're
thinking aloud.
@Yours 2 Why, it isn't a lady's
ornament"
HOh, not the pin" Lydia hasten
ed 10 explain, ~but the money
the hundred dollars. GOod-by.
Here is the carnage waiting from
Carhart court"
evil YOU let me drive you as
far as Wction farm = asked the
stranger. coRrie0usly.
liz. ...flfe.a.-fs-