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

ls original, at any rate" ee said, helping
himself to the toast, which in the excite
ment was being neglected
s'What shall we dol' sighed Mrs. Stan
ford; ''the miserable story will get out in
spite OF u.s."
''Cut Harvey OFF with a shilling" sug-
geste6 Mr.. Stanford, facetiously; his
record was truly American, having risen to
his present position from being a barefoot
boy in the streets of New York, consequent
y his sympathies were with the working
people, and he saw no particular disgrace
in the fact that Harvey had married one Of
hem.
''Do be sensible. Mr.. Stanford,'' said his
wife, rather snappishly.
Then l say. in all seriousness, that you
had better follow your brothers advice,
and make the best of it, he resumed. quiet
lv. "Harvey's head is pretty generally
level, and I'll dare venture he has not been
taken in by any frothy-headed giSlet, and
il YOU lake her up, and make the most OF
her. she lnay prove a perfect lion in society;
as likely 10 be any other way, for you
know Dame Grundy dearly loves a ro-
mancc'
''She seemed very ladylike and quiet that
day sait; Lily, coming over to her fathers
s,end-pon: ;.s she invariably did.
Bat size nay come of some coarse, hor-
rid family, that will be a continual draw
back TO her." Mrs. Stanford was de-
icrmiled to see all the dark shades in the
picture.
mot necessarily" replied MIR. Stanford.
81 have known wretchedly poor people to
hold over their richer neighbors IN lntelll-
gence aGi refinement"
"W.i'. I nope it may be So" sighed Mrs.
Stanford "Of course her life at Nine.
Arnct's has brought her in contact with
lraonle Of wealth. and culture, so that she
will Eave some ideas of style"
''Ino:iced that he used choice language,
and EXPRESSED herself remarkably well,
said Lily. Much better than Nine. Arnot,
who in llt: anxiety to be gentccl does slash
the KIM Engl So cruelty at times; for in
stance w:.en she talks about patron hats
foc pa.1.:rl hats. and other mistakes equal
iy ridiculous. You will visit them while
.r. at the mountaiEs2" she spoke, inQulr-
ingly.
yes, suppose So" replied Mrs. Stan
ford, he-if;,'ingly.
"A li,;ie hc.p from you at the first may
be Of great benefit to her." suggested Mr..
Stanford, kindly .'It's done, and it re-
mains for US 70 make the best of it, and il
YOU can coach her up in some OF the points
that women are so particular about, no
doubt she il come out all right" |
Perhaps you are right" Mrs. Stanford
replied, mora cordially than she had yet
spoken; she loved to be looked up to as au-.
tnority III society matters. IF she is teach
able anu intelligent it may not be so bad,
after all, but what a freak' {
II people would only follow the Stanfords
proposed example, and make the best OF
things in this vcxing whirl Of life, what g
world of trouble would be saved, but the
mos: OF us fret and worry, beating our
wings against the inevitable, to the prema-
ture development Of crows feet and gray
hairs Perhaps this is distinctly Amer
lean trait, anl traceable in some degree to
dyspeptic pie and other indigestlble stufs;
howev. that may be, we could protitably
exchange some Of our excessive ability for
worrying for a lttle Of the German stold-
l,y, or the French elasticity, and be hap
pier ard more agreeable Nation.
'.Thi: IS your choice, then, Mrs. Fal-
coner7" They were standing before two
elegantly-[ramed pictures in a popular
srtlst's studio; one, wonderful piece OF
colorng in the Yellowstone Park; the other
sunset in the Alps, a rare gem, the pur-
pie tips OF the mountains, the tops OF the
tall trees, and even the shrubs Which
fringed the brook in the valley tipped
with hazy 7lnk tint from the setting sun,
which gave u bewitching effect.
Isabel had never had the privilege Of ex.
ercising her taste in the selection of expen-
sive pictures before. and she enjoyed the
oovel experience hugely.
Yes" she replied, with enthusiasm, "it
rests my eyes to look at it, and am sure
Miss Stanford will like It."
MIR Ealconer said few words to the art
;st, aud the picture was taken from the
easel and paid for.
Mr. Falconer watched his wife at Nine.
Morand's with great satisfaction; she gave
her orders in aeuiet, concise manner, and
with the sir of one who understood herself
perfectly, and knew exactly what she
wanted; in decided contrast to fussy
creature Of the vulgar rich class, who kept
one counter in q ferment with her conflict
ing orders.
Isabel had often wished that she might
have the opportunity OF choosing one cos
tune for herself, without the necessity Of
counting the dollars spent in its construc-
ton, and now with the prospect Of half
dozen before her and no limits as to ex-
pense, she made out her programme at
home, carefully studying her own needs and
style to a nicely.
The shop-woman who took her measure
and orders perceived at once that her Gus
toner was lady OF artistic tastes, and
waited upon her with pleased alacrity.
What would she think if she knew that only
last week l Stood behind the counter also,"
was Isabel's inward comment, and she con-
trived before she went 70 speak word of
kindness to the woman, whose tired face
lighted up with pleasure as she replied
gratefully.
Harvey Falconer observed the little trans-
action. and said exultingly to himself: GA
true lady. every inch of her; my intuitions
have not betrayed me-"
"Have you ever learned to ride?" he
,aid, as they were once more seated in
heir carriage.
sNot since was child and rode bare
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