Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1890-11-26

lnuTSDy cares LOT, anu now ne ) worth
his thousands and thousands
Mrs. Hunter leaned toward her friend
with . strange commingling Of hope,
doubt and fear on her aristocratip face.
Putting her hand on the arm of Mrs.
Amsden, she whispered:
~Is that true:."
sWhy, yes, of course it Is. l guess I
ought TO know. when Mr.. Amsden il en-.
gagged as agent already to look after
some real estate here falling to the for
tnnate Thnrsby soon,"
~O-o-O'" cried Mrs. Hunter, clasp
Ing her hands In an ecstasy OF delight,
'and he Is u most desirable companion,
too"
"Yonr daughters have all done well.
Mrs. Hunter, I" pursued her friend. sand
II Il so very lucky for them, and yor,
too.
4My daughters know better than to do
any other way" replied the blue-blooded
mother, proudly. @Bcrnicc, too, il y
very sensible girl. and I've always felt
easy about her choice OF company" )
After an hour Mrs. Amsden took her
leave. and Mrs. Hunter. tiptoeing to tho
stairway. called softly: -lsernice, Her.
| NIECE"
.Yes'm.D And shortly the dutiful
4 ouuAdtNt III WIttitAH luis
in hand. and with one dainty finger
~blackened with ink.
"I've been writing to that horrid book
keeper, mamma. " she said. in answer to
her mothers lonk Of inquiry. aIve con-
ciuded to drop Will Thursby aud not
waste my time any longer on u money
less man; don't you think | am growing
sensihleas"
a flush uf shame, that her objections
to the young man would . % he laid
bare, canle over Mrs. Hunters face: but
shc said hrayely enough: sN0n't You love
him u bit. dear??"
whats lovc-insipid thing-what's
love to moncs??" retorted Berniee iron
ically.
aBnt-bat VIII Thursby il wealthy
now, /. vemtured the mother: "hasn't he
told you anything. ~ yet? l should
have thought he would: Mrs. Amsden
told me-.
"Impossiblc.." replied Bernice, warmly.
sIf he had money he would have told me,
would he not? Mrs. Amsden, fudge.
"ButI wonld't send the letter, DEAR
advised the mother, afor II certainly il
true that no is wealthy. Mr.. Amsden is
his agent here to look after his real IS.
tate In this vicinity.
baVuttV pWuNu. svuS oSS'itlCu w U0
thinking deeply as abe twirled the letter
around On her finger sOh. wells she
said lightly. ssuppose he is now y man
OF money: suppose he Is: 1t will always
hang over him that he oncc kept books
FOR u wholesale grocery store In detroit.
l should always remember it, and 1t
would be humillating to say the least
No, I'll send the letter and end it,
Mrs. Hunter began to cry. She was
satisfied that Thursby was no longer
poor, and she knew that In every other
respect he was q mai to be admired.
ooh, Bernice'" she M. aned Historically,
a. she sank into q seat, show awfully
contrary y0M can be-.
The door-beii rang at this juncture
and put an end TO further protest. A
servant MOI ushcrcd In Mr.. WIN
Thu shy. Mrs. Hunter came forward
with q glad welcome on hpr lips, hut
Hcrnics. anly said, eYaa've missed your
Thanksgiving dinner, Mr.. Thursby.s
II do 50 desire TO congratulate you on
Your good fortune, = cried Mrs, Hunter,
holding ont both hands IN nm exceedingly
cordial manucr.
WH ThniAby tu0k one prOffcrcd palm
with = curious amlle, but said nothing.
.Why don't yOu congratulate him,
Rernicc?!" asked the mother in d half
angry tome.
20 | don't care to Oyerdo the matter;
l congratulated him three weeks ago.
replied the daughter.
SOL he told you, did hc:.s Mrs. Hunter
was all smiles now: the disappointment
WAS all gone from tone and face.
Eyes, my dear Mrs Hunter, , put In
Thursby: show could I keep the Joyous
fact from my promised wife longer?