The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1891-07-22

life here was becoming unenduraoie. ana
hope she has happiness enough IN store for
her to atone for it all.''
.sWeu, I am glad for one that there's man
who is sensible enough to fall IN love with a
girl that isn't beauty" said LIZZIE
Knowles. ssIn the novels all the herolnes
that the heroes rave over are 'oeautlfuI as
dream though must say the beauty OF
dream depends largely on what one has
had for supper; bit in this romance there
is refreshing change Of programme, for
Isabel is certainly far from beautiful"
ssIt Just puts me out Of all patience" said
Jennie Dewey, s'to read the books in which
the sole basis of loveis beauty; not another
quality IS mentioned. The heroine may be
idiotic or vixen, or any thing else, but the
readeris 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,
ssdo you realize that you have not even
asked me where we are going"
ssI think have heard it mentioned that
your home is in Philadelphia" sne replied,
smiling; "realiy, I have been so busy
have scarcely given the subject thought,
but hope, if am correct, that we are
going there at once; you know have never
had areal home," and she looked up at him
!. Histfpily.
ssThen am glad I planned as have"
said he; eve can take a wedding trip
whenever you feel Ike it, but, for the
present, think home will be an agreeable
change" MIR. Faiconer had just been tax
ing an extended business trip, and had
stopped in New York 30 visit the Stanfords;
travelling was aiways an irksome task to
him, and he lonSed for the rest and quiet Of
home.
ssI see you are not the victim Of acute
curiosity he resumed, looking at her
curiously; s'tls majority of women would
have overwhelmed me with an avalanche OF
questions before this ulme."
sIf you knew how restful and charming
il is to have no cares" said Isabel in reply.
IT am reading an interesting book, taking
it page by page as it comes to me, and ask
-ps-ouestions would be ike skipping, and
reading my experiences before I came to
ther1.''
- Her answer pleased him, and be said,
smiling gravely: s'Then I viii not weary
you with details; will only say that will
try and make your book Of experiences q
pleasant one"
She smiled back at him; his manner was
particularly grateful to her. None OF the
5 condescension OF the moneyed man toward
the poor girl whom he has married, but he
fitted her to his own plane, easily and SIM
oily, with natter-of-course air that was
inexpressibiy soothing.
He was carefully sol;citous for her CON-
ioss, and, travelling under such care, in 3
magnificent palace car, was, indeed, a lux
ury to the tired girl, and she leaned back
on the luxurious cushions and rested, mind
and body.
In the waiting-room of station MIR.
Falconer wrote 10 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 waited
upon T. lly in Nine. A-aot's shop the other
day, but, my dear sister, ny iatuitionS do not
o.ten lead me wrong, and am convinced that
my choice is Z wise one, and every hour spent
in her company but confirms this opinion. /
can no: analyze the feelings which led me to
this sudden step, but, though the impulse OF
an hour and in sober, common-sense view, a
most hazardous one, yet believe 1t is going to
result most happily. I was certainly not be-
gu.led to it by the glamor OF beauty, still Mrs.
FaIcoaer'S appearance will no. disgrace any
position.
"Let me give you hint, Emily; there may
be more or less gossip, and leave it TO your
good sense TO see that, il you take the matter
wisely and coo!ly, much OF it will be avoided,
and the knowledge that she has Been shop
girl need not be paradsd, unless you make the
fact unnecessarily prominent by displaying
.arl " pride and aversion toward her. After
Ljlly's wedding is over hope TO see you in
nv home, where am confident shall receive
your s:s.erly approval Of what I have done.
Your brother, II. FALCoSER"
Isabel wrote to her aunt also.
"DEAR AUSTIE: am married, and on my
way to my new home in Philadelphia; most
astoundin piece Of news, isn't It? lshaH not
be obliged TO crowd You in your small guar
ters this summer, as usual, but after the heat IS
over hope to visit you. My husbands name
is Harry Faleoner; he seems most kind, and
/. am satisfied. Yours, ISABEL
The rest of the journey passed unevent-
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 it's best, as the carriage rolled rapid
: ly through the broad streets.
:sWhat a lovely place" said Isabel, as
they stopped before a large stone mansion.
set in The midsc of a lawn lavishlv adorned
with shrubberv and statuary, and watered
by the cooling spray Of large and beautl-
fully-desigued fountain.
This is home" said Mr.. Falconer, as he
handed her from the carriage, and noted
the delight in her face.
A fairy-ike little form, dressed in white,
with an aureo!e Of golden hair floating out