The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1892-11-21

something about her which had al
ways appealed To something In little
Jen's nature of which she had not be-
fore been conscious. IL was the re-
finement of the sufferer, her delicate
courtesy, which showed itself in the
way she accepted kindness or tried to
extend hospitality, the latter being
at present only the bright smile and
outstretched hand with which Jen was
welcomed
"You are like sunshine TO me,
eherie" the old lady said, as Jen, ac-
cording to custom, divestcd herself of
hat and gloves and sat down by the in
valid's bedside. She saw at once a
change in the clear dark face. DR.
Byrnes had told her only that morning
the poor lady's hours were numbered,
yet Jenny, strong in youth and health,
felt keen shock from what she saw as
proof of his words. Only for a moment,
however. The wan face of the invalid
had such peaceful, holy calm about it
it was so content
There arc many things have
wanted to say to-day, dear little girl"
Nine Dupre half whispered IL have
tnOupnt SO TnuCn Oi Wndt DIOukut INC
hereto find some trace of Col. Roger
sons brother. AS you know, only
heard of his death. And now, Jenny,
am going TO leave you what | would
have given him. the one wedding pres
ent prepared for my darling Angelique.
Alas, IL was too late! She was ten
miles away from our plantation. l had
but one person TO trust with il, an old
negro who was faithful to us through
| all gave it to him TO carry TO my
darling with my blessing. Well, her
betrothcd had been killed that day and
week later she yielded to the dread
| full fever raging in New Orleans at the
time. Caspar brought back the cush-
ion-only a little cushion, child, but it
| shall be yours. 1t has been my one
mcmcnto of that time"
| Dear madame" said Jennie, very
| gently, "do not think of what will sad
den YOU"
"But il does not" exclaimed the old
lady, softly. "Oh, no; it is my happi-
ness. Go, my dear, 70 the chest of
drawers; open the small one: there you
will find it, We had strange ways in
those hard war times" the old lady
continued, as Jcn, firmly convinced
madame was wandering, quietly did
her bidding. "It is only an old pin
cushion, but it could tell its story"
| Jen opened the small drawer. and
saw, pinned in yellowish piece OF
linen, the cushion. Fashioned of faded
blue and white brocade, edged with
old lace, there was something about II
which appeared TO Jcn strangely. The
old "war days" were only history to
eighteen-year-ol Jen. and this cushion,
made OF what had once been a splendid
fabric. might have represented rcvolu'
tienary times as well as those of the
carly sixties. Then it had been meant
for the wedding gift of Angelique, who
was, from madame's stories, an idea
creature to the young girl. Jen carried
the old cushion with reverent fingers
to madame's bed.
Yours, dearest" murmured the ole
lady. "All have to leave you-ant
for that have made my will"
Only Jen and Teddy Barry, and the
people with whom Nine. Dupr,
had lodged. followed the old lady t.
her grave on the 10th. An hour late,
Hiram Dali was at the farmhouse
with, IL possible, more disagreeabl,
expression than usual on his face.
81 wish you JOY, Jenny" he said
with sneer. "You are the old mad
ame's sole heir! He! he! She sent 70
me to draw up the will All for pin
cushion!"
He tossed it across the table con
temptuousy. Jenny could scarcel.
control herself. She felt as though he
Old friends legacy was desecrated.
SCOT running string in it, too" con
thiued the Old man, like bag"
Jenny was looking at the cushion
with wet eyes. She had really love-
spoke, she looked under the lace a
one side of Angelique's zone weddin
gift" and saw, sure enough, the thi
silken ribbon run in and tied at tn
end Her loosening of the knot S
long ago fastened was almost mechan
cal, and then-how no one present eve
could exactly say, but as the brocad
drew back out from the sawdus
rolled upon Jenny's lap heap OF shir
ing Jewels, rubies and opals, and ban
notes in what seemed TO the girl a
Aladdin like profrsion! After all,
was easily explained. Situated as sh
had been, Nine. Dupre's one means c
sending money and the jewels to he
only child had been in this fashion
No one would suspect old Caspar {
carrying such n treasure in pin
cushion of faded brocade, and sine
Angelique's death the sentiment in th
French womans nature--perhaps
touch of superstition-had led her
keeping it intact Who can sayp
This is true story, n chapter out {
the life of one of my friends, who nov
happy mistress of the bonniest far
in Connecticut, tells her children IL
: cushion story" and in corner cal
net in her parlor the blue and whit
! brocade aud old lace have their e
,>ac;,l pichc .Jennv iudul0ed i'm r