The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1891-08-05


Isabel held out her arms, nestled in her lap,
putting her arms confdingly about her
neck. would you like to go home with
Aunt Emily and be her little girl for
time2"
The child looked from one to the other
doubtfully, and then at her aunt, who
awaited her answer smilingly.
eff you please, papa, Iwould rather stay
with you and mamma" she answered, pat
ting Isabel's cheek with her little white
hand.
$50 you shall, dear" said Mr.. Falconer,
in q satisfied tone; he had little doubt of
her reply when he put the question.
"Don'tyou remember what a lovely time
you had when you were there last year?"
said Mrs. Stanford, coaxingly; "the rides
in Central Park, and all the other nice
things you enjoyed so much?"
eyes, auntie," replied the child, readily,
"but didn't have mamma then"
Mrs Stanford bit ner lip in annoyance.
What was the charm about this plain, un-
assuming woman which brought her such
love and respect? she asked herself impa-
tiently, and the answer would have been
apparent had she not been so blinded by
%1Sb SSS.
Shall we spend the evening in the
home rooma" said Isabel to her husband,
inouiringly. Mrs. Stanford had stepped
out upon small balcony, osuensibly to look
at s stand Of flowers there, really to re-
cover from her vexation, which her native
good sense told her was unladyike and un-
called for.
"No," he replied, decidedly, "not until
our family wheels have an application
OF the oil Of kindness and love-" and be
looked significantly at the form on the bal
cory; "we want no jarring or oiscordance
.here''
ssIs there any thing I can say or do, Mr..
Falconerr' in a low, panied voice.
ssNo, my dear wife," he had never called
her that before, and she looked up at him
gratefully. ''Only be patient and natural
Emily is not showing her better self, and
am sure little patience and forbearance
will bring it out all right"
Mrs. Stanford even then, was struggling
with herself, having the grace to be ashamed
of her petulance. 81 know should love
herwith the rest" she said to herself, "if
she had been one Of our own rank in
society, but and that little "but" was
enough to embitter all her thoughts.
Mrs. Stanford had two sides to her char
acter, one selfish and worldly side, with
an overwhelming respect for what they
would say or do, the other a cherningly
friendly and kindly one, which few could
resist This better self was struggling for
pre-eminence, as she absently looked into
the depths Of q pure Gala lily.
s.Oh, papa, let's ride out to Fairnount
this evening" said Oracle, as Mrs. Stan
ford came rustling in with happier shade
upon her handsome face. s. "Auntle has not
seen the new statuary."
True, my little girl, that is a happy sug-
gestion," said Mr. Falconer, 'if arntie
would like to 60"
stIt would certainly be very pleasant
way of spending the evening"" said Mrs.
Stanford, graciously; she had sensloly de-
.ermineG that there should be no more fric-
ion for that evening at least, and Mr.. Fal-
coner went at once to order the horses.
The cool evening air, after the heat Of the
say, and the beauty of the drive insensibly
:almed Mrs Stauford's ruf5ed feelings and
brought out her better self, and she was
PARTICULARLY chatty and agreeable, 70 Isa-
oel's relief, who responded at once to her
mood.
Oracle delighted in riding, and expressed
the happiness of her little heart by flow OF
childish conversation as she nestled close
by Isabel's side, laying her cheek lovingly
against the soft vevet and chenille Of her
wrap, and occasionally looking IN her face
with smile of satisfaction.
Mrs Stanford was not slow to observe
these siens of affection, and, happily, she
was inspired by them to q desire to do her
brothers wife justice at least, If no more.
The next morning she arose with de-
termination to be kind toward the young
hostess, and she succeeded so well that she
was unexpectedly agreeable. She was sit
ting in the drawing-room when Isabel en-
tered from visit to Mrs. Montford's room.
That good woman had OWNED the state OF
affairs intuitively, and her sympathies were
with the young wife, and she could not re-
sist the temptation Of saying, with a sig
nifcant nod:
Don't you let her browoeat you one par
ticle, Mrs. Falcouer," and Isabel had re-
piled smilingly, with a little pat Of the good
woman's motherly shoulder: "Don't be
alarmed, Mrs. Montford, on my account"
Oracle tells me you have been having
some new dresses made" Mrs. Stanford
was saying, pleasantly. 81 must confess tc
weakness for liking to see pretty cos.
tunes" and, in obedience to the hint, 1sa'
bel led the way to her room, and the re-
uainder Of the morning was spent IN
looking over the new wardrobe ana ols-
cussing styles.
"If YOU will allow me to compliment
you,n said Mrs. Stanford, as she Inspected
the garnet velvet with the eye OF an ex-
pert, 81 must say you have shown the