Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1891-10-13

"Who's took ity demanded Dorcas.
who CHANGED just then To be securing
the brasses. But the agent either did
not know or would not tell. Dorcas
heaved "a deep sigh. Den" says she
we've got to clar out
The landlord sent Selma polite note
in day or two. He had concluded. he
wrote, to accept her offer Of the furni.
ture and belongings as an equivalent for
IA certain portion of the unpaid rent
Now" said Dorcas. what is we to
do?"
Poor Mrs. Spencer was all in "A tlutter
The Newport scheme delighted her. and
she was very busy looking over her
wardrobe with reference TO the coming
visit. Selma had written to the aunt of
an old schoolmate of hers, who kept a
boarding house in the fair seaside city
asking her lowest price for comfort
able room. Dorcas WAS to 20 with Mrs
Spencer as attendant and maid and
Selma had resolved TO hire room in
New York and board herself as well as
she could
"But this has been dear old home, ="
she murmured. II wonder who will
sleep in my room; wonder whose hands
will strike the yellow keys OF mammals
old piano and dust my flowing blue
china and arrange the old fiddle backed
chairs
The purple sunlight shone softly ~
the scent Of stalk of hyacinths in a
glass on the mantel brought back reIni
niscences of the old southern flower gar
dens, and all of sudden voice which
she had last heard in those very gardens
struck on her ear.
"Selina-have startled your
"Mr. Berkeley"
He extended a cordial hand
Perhaps you fancied that could not
trace you out| said he. "But am bet
ter at hide and seek than you thought
She courtesied haughtily. His hand
some countenance fell Evidently he
was deeply disappointed.
Are you not glad to SEQ me, Selina|
he exclaimed "Ah, Selma! Ihad count.
ed SO much on this interview! had
planned to renew my suit-to ask you
once more to be my wife
She drew her slight figure up.
You are presuming too much on my
very evident poverty Mr. Berkeley
said she II refused you when | was
Miss Spencer, of Spencer Vale What
sort of woman should be if | were
now to accept you-simply as u protec
ton against adversity|
"But, Selma"
pray excuse me from any further dis.
cussion of the question, said Selma
"May not hope to see your mother
be persisted.
III should prefer not
do you know, Selma" he said. after
brief silence, that this is "A very bit
ter modification to meY'
"Is it? Then what must it be- to meT
she retorted, almost fercely looking up
at him.
He stood a second or two gazing sadly
at her. Stung by the scrutiny she
swept from the room like an angered
princess
Half a minute later she came hurrying
back, full Of sweet. strange misSivings
But he was gone
byv she murmured. 'Oh heavens
where 10 my life drifting to-
At that moment Aunt Dorcas ushcred
in the landlord. a fussy, bald headed old
gentleman with fur collar to his coat.
Good evening, Miss Spencer said
he. ii expected to meet the new party
here"
The beg your pardon said Sci
ina.
"The gentleman who has purchased
this house and furniture, explained Mr.
Beasley, land settled it on Yourself and
your mother. A friend OF yours, sup
pose-Mr Berkeley"
Standing sadly in the shadow OF the
rustling poplar bouEhs outside George
Berkeley felt the magnetic lnHapnce OF
another presence. A soil voice stirred
the twilight air. like the far oil music OF
forgotten days.
MIR Berkeley" it said "t;eorse
please will you forgive ne?"
A dead silence ensued
Wont you Georgey" with little sob
in the voice I'll didn't mean to speak
30 harshly to you. | didn't know then
what | know now Of your noble gener
osity."
Silence-only silence still
"If ! accept it for dear mammals sake
you surely will not misintcrpret me
Oh, George. how can you be so cruel
Why don't you answer ''"' What are
you waiting for me to say
And still no word broke that hauntina
silence!
George" in a low voice, Nv,
changed my mind. will be your wife:
He took her in his arms.
"Dear sweetheartr he murmured
Dear little melting snow wreath !
knew that love would conquer you a.
lastv'
When Mrs Spencer heard OF the en
gagemeDt she said quietly.
81 always thought they cared tor each
other, but since Your master died, Dor
cas-, my poor hrad has scarcely been
itself; but make haste and finish the
packing We are going to Newport, are
we uotf'
And SO the wedding trip was to New
port. - Toronto Mail
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