The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1890-03-21

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life here was becoming unendurable. and l
hope she has happiness enough in store for
her to atone for it all.''
"Well, am glad for one that there is man
who is sensible enough to fall in love with a
girl that isn't beauty" said Lizzie
Knowles. SIN the novels all the heroines
that the heroes rave over are beautiful as
dream though must say the beauty Of
adream depends largely on what one has
had for supper; but in this romance there
is refreshing change of programme, for
Isabel is certainly far from beautiful"
"It just puts me out of all PATIENCE" said
Jennie Dewey, 'to read the books in which
the sole basis of love is beauty; not another
quality is mentioned. The heroine may be
idiotic or vixen, or any thing else, but the
reader is not told that she Is any thing but
beautiful. Bah! detest the very word
Meantime Isabel was being whirled
swiftly along in the train. MRS. Fal-
coner," she started at the unfamiliar sound,
edo you realize that you have not even
asked me where we are going?"
81 think have heard it mentioned that
your home is in Philadelphia she replied,
smiling; "really, have been so busy
have scarcely given the subject thought,
but 1 hope, if / am correct that we are
going there at once; you know have never
had real home," and she looked up at him
wistfully.
"Then am glad I planned as have,'
said he; 1--WE can take wedding trip
whenever you feel like it, but, for tha
present, think nome Will De an agreeable
change" Mr.. Falconer had just been TAX
ing an extended business trip. and had
stopped in New York to visit the Stanfords
travelling was always an irksome task to
him, and he longed for the rest and quiet OF
home.
81 see you are not the victim of acute
curiosity" he resumed, looking at her
curiously; ''the majority of women would
have overwhelmed me with an avalanche OF
questions before this time''
IF you knew how restful and charming
it is to have no cares" said Isabel in reply
II am reading an interesting book, taking
it page by page as it comes to me, and ask.
ing questions would be like Skipping, and
reading my experiences before came to
them"
Her answer pleased him, and he said,
smiling gravely: "Then l will not weary
you with details; will only say that l will
try and make your book of experiences q
pleasant one"
particularly grateful to her. None of the
condescension of the moneyed man toward
the poor girl whom he has married, but he
lifted her to his own plane, easily and sim
ply, with matter-of-co course air that was
ineXpressibly soothing.
He was carefully solcitous for her COM
fort, and, travelling under such care, in a
magnificent palace car, was, indeed, lux
ury to the tired girl, and she leaned back
on the luxurious cushions and rested, mind
and body.
In the waiting-room of a station Mr..
Falconer wrote TO Mrs. Stanford:
"MY DEAR SISTER: write to tell you an
unexpected bit of news: am married, and on
my way home with my bride. Your aristo-
crate ideas may be shocked by the knowl.
edge that my wife is the lady who wa ted
upon L lily in Nine. Arnots shop the other
day, but my dear sister, my intuitious do not
often lead me wrong and am convinced that
my choice is W sc one, and every hour spent
in her company but confirms this opinion.
can not analyZe the feelings which led me 10
this sudden step, but, though the impulse OF
an hour and in sober, common-sense view, q
most hazardous one, yet believe 1t is going 10
result most happily. I was certainly not be-
gu led to it by the glamor Of beauty, still Mrs.
Fa!coaers appearance will not disgrace any
position.
LSI give you Aiut, tuoEo
be more or less gossip, and leave II to your
good sense TO see that, il you take the matter
wisely and coolly, much of it will be avoided,
and the knowledge that she has been q shop.
girl need not be paraded, unless you make the
fact unnecessarily prominent by displaying
fam ly pride and aversion toward her. After
l. lly's wedding is over 1 hope TO see you In
my home, where am confident shall receive
YOUR ,ster.y a proval of what have done.
your brother, II. FALCoSER,'
Isabel wrote to her aunt also,
"DEAR AUNrIE: I am married, and on my
way to my new home in Ph,ladelphiaj most
astoundin piece of news, isn't iti shall not
be obliged 10 crowd you in your small quar-
ters this summer, as usua. but after the heat is
over ho. Q to visit you. My husbands name
is Harry Fal ;oner; he seems most kind, and
| am sat SIZED. Yours, IsABEI.n
The rest of the journey passed upeyent-
| fully, and the travellers reached home in the
| afternoon. 1t was a beautiful day, clear
| and sunny, and the city of Brotherly Love
| was at its best, as the carriage rolled rapid
| ly through the broad streets.
"What lovely place." said Isabel, as
J they stopped before large stone mansion,
| set in the midst of a lawn lavishly adorned
| with shrubbery and statuary, and watered
| by the cooling spray OF large and beauti.
| fully designed fountain.
This is hpme,n said Mr., Faioeaer, as he
handed her from the carriage, and noted
the delight in her face.
| A fairy-like little form, dressed in white,