Nevada County picayune., 1891-04-09

And so it was; for, finding the
open Indignation of his fellow-pas-
sengers too much for him, he sought
refuge below.
Bessie Eckel gave Fred Emory a
startled glance. How came he to
know her name? But she could not
puzzle over it long, for here was
Newburg, and she had promised d
that charming Mrs. Andrew, whom
she had met in Brooklyn that winter,
flying visit on her way home. Fred
watched Bessie gather up her wraps
and books, preparatory to landing.
"Ah! Miss Eckel is going to stop
at Newburgh,' he said, sotto voice
81 don't think there is anything to
prevent my stopping, too. | know
Aunt Matte must be pining to see
me. -
$50 it happened that, when Fred
Emery followed Bessie Eckel from
the boat, he found himself confront
ed by his aunt's coachman, who was
inquiring for Miss Eckel.
GLOW are you, Phillip" he cried,
iubllantly
"Ah, Master Fred, you've took us
by surprise, SIT; but Mrs. Andrew
will be tickled enough She sent the
carriage for the young lady"
"Herc's luck. !" thought Fred, and
aloud, raising his hat: "Allow me to
Introduce myself, Miss Eckel: Fred
Emory, Mrs. Andrews nephew"
"Was there ever anything so for
tunate 2" said Mrs. Andrew to her
husband that night. ''The first time
l ever said Bessie Eckel, l said ::
That's the girl for Fred And now
to see fate bring them together so
soon, and watch them falling straight
in love with each other. | declare,
it seems special Providence !"
Mrs. Andrew assisted fate that
summer, and gave the young people
unlimited opportunity of being to-
gether. The few DAYS of Bessie's
visit heightened into weeks, and still
Mrs. Andrew insisted that they could
not spare her ''just yet
That is a wonderfully pretty
gown you are wearing" said Fred to
the visitor, one evening, as the two
fingered in the garden.
II had an odd experience with
this" she answered, smoothing the
dainty bows which adorned her. ~
purchased the loveliest ribbon for it
when | was in New Iork--Charles-
the-Tenth pink-such a lovely shade,
But when | came away l carelessly
left an end hanging from my trunk,
and some wretch drew it out: for
when | reached Newburgh, it was
gone. | was SO provoked-it was
such contemplate thing to do, and
1 set my heart on having just that
shade Of ribbon on my dress. l
tried to match it in Newburgh, but
they sold tbs last that very morning
to young man, the girl said.
What could man want with Charles
the-Tenth ribbon?"
"But what is this color?" asked
Fred, drawing nearer and lingering
the ribbon that iluttered down the
ileecy skirt. This is Charles the
Tenth pink, isn't it? Or is it
James-the- First, or Henry-the-
Eighth"
This is Charles-the Tenth" Bes-
sic replied. But now comes the
strangest part of the story: When
Mrs. Andrew and came home, that
afternoon, the servant said a little
boy had left a package for me. l
couldn't learn who sent him or any
thing about it; but the package con-
tanned the ribbon, the exact shade of
that which was stolen, but'a heavier
and richer one than mine. | don t
like to wear this for l hate mystery
and have never forgiven the per-
son who pulled the other from my
trunk.
Not even though he replaced
it?" asked Fred, anxiously.
"No, indeed !" returned Bessie,
energetically. "What business has
any man with my ribbon, I'd like to
know"
Fred Emory had listened to the
narrative IN half-ashamed and half
amused fashion. But now he felt
wholly guilty.
Miss Bessie" he said, IL owe
you an explanation and an apology.
am the wretch who took your
/ ribbon.