The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1891-09-11
A HAPPY RESULT.

"A Ill Ar / hESULl.
Miss Hilda Cassiday was seated in
her own special armchair by the open
graie fire, with table before her up
on which were lying piles Of playing
cards. Her face was intent, her eyes
fastened upon the game, as she took
the cards from the pack in her hand,
and put them, one by one, upon the
various piles on the table.
DIR. Thorman, her nephew. a tall
broad-shouldered man of thirty, sat
opposite to her. the newspaper he had
been reading lying on his knees. and
his eyes, too, watching the game.
Jack on the ten" he said, and his
voice. coming loudly upon the profound
silence, so startled The old lady. that
the cards in her hand fell upon the
floor. as she looked up.
Oh. what shamer the doctor
cried, as he gathered up the scattered
pieces of cardboard. 1T was almost
out BY the way. Aunt Hilda. don't
you get dreadfully tired of playing
Patience every EVENING"
Sometimes. But | cannot read or
sew by gaslight. and | get tired of
knitting. l wish l knew some new
games"
The doctor smiled. He had little
surprise in store for the old lady.
IN show you an entirely new one"
he said; ''one | invented last evening
after you went TO bed. We will call il
The Kings Reception.
And youreally invented it, Harry?"
eka coiI. ..bnu oloyor opH hnVv Lind
for am sure it was only TO please me-"
Il would do much more than that
to please you. Aunt Hilda," he said;
but the words touched upon a tender
spot in the old lady's heart, and the
tears suddenly gathered in her eyes
aud rolled down her cheeks.
And yet you are going to London"
she sobbed; land | may die before you
come back"
Il must GO" was the grave reply.
Il would not leave you except for a
positive duty, auntie. l will not stay
one hour after -Sy business is finished"
And | shall have to send for
Roberts girl. always hated her
mother! / know just what silly piece
of affection Jessie Cassiday would have
for a daughter"
Perhaps not. She may be like her
father"
WHO died when she was two years
old. l thought l had done my duty by
the child when | sent her to Mrs.
Moran's school and had her educated
for teacher. / have left her two
thousand pounds in my will"
''You ought to leave her at least half
if not all your property" the doctor
said, emphatically. You have no one
else but me TO share it, and | have my
fathers money and my own profession.
Daisy should have home here while
you live. and what you will leave"
There! there! I've heard that
opinion a hundred times already. You
are very ungrateful." with more tears.
No, do no not say that. am most
deeply grateful for motherly love all
my life, for a happy home. for a life
free from care and trouble, Aunt
Hilda. What owe you / can never
repay. But the money"
Don't say any more. I'll have the
girl here while you are in London,
since you insist upon it; but my money
is my own, and / will leave it where |
please. Now show me your game
again. Kings in square in the center?"
Aud an hour was passed in studying
the new combination.
A week later in the same drawing
room at Sunnyslope, Miss Hilda was
once more playing Patience but DR.. |
Thorman was on his way to London,
and in his place was seated a Young
girl of nineteen. with blue ewes and |
rich chestnut hair. young likeness of |
the old lady opposite her.
Ii was this likeness that first melted |
the GOODNESS her aunt had ALWAYS felt /
toward Daisy Cassiday, dislike found |
ed entirely upon the aversion she had |
felt for her brothers wife. But Daisy,
she admitted, before the first day of !
her visit was over. was ''ail CaSsiday,"
a quiet. gentle girl, entirely free from
her mothers Alterations.
Timid and shy at first, with the re-
straints of strict boartling-school |
still upon her, Daisy soon became at
home in her aunt's house. aud with a
tender, loving heart. soon found a
hundred ways to make the old lady's
life Il brighter one.
For fifteen years Miss Hilda had been
sufferer from spinal trouble that
made her. prisoner in two rooms.
the drawIng-room ana The bedroom
adjoining.
Every morning, Martha, her maid.
dressed her and put her in a deep
cushioned chair. which was then rolled
into the drawing-room.
Here she had for years spent the day
alone. excepting for friendly calls. oc-
cupying herself with books or needle
work. while her nephew vas making
his round of professional calls.
1t Is not necessary here to explain
the business that suddenly summoned
DIR. Thorman to London. but it was a
call of duty. and likely to detain him
for several months. His aunt had
grieyed and fretted herself almost sick. !