Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1892-09-01

iou hrc nhe sunshine TO me,
eheric," the old lady said, rs Jcn, nc.
cording to custom, Invested herself OF
hat and gloves and sat down by the in
valid's bedside. She saw Mt once
change in the clear dark face. DIR.
Byrncs 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 moment,
however The wan face OF the invalid
had such u peaceful, holy calm about IL
it was SO content
There are many things have
wanted TO say to-day, dear little girl"
Nine Dupro half whispered ~ have
thought so much of what brought me
hereto find some trace Of Col. Rover
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
cnt prepared for my darling Angclique,
Alas, IL was too latcl She was ten
miles away from our plantation. had
but one person tn trust with II, an old
negro who was faithful TO us through
all ! gave II to him 10 carry TO my
darling with my blessing Well, her
betrothed had been killed that day and
week later she yielded 10 the dread
full fever raging in New Orleans at the
time. Caspar brought back the oush.
ion-only littlo cushion, child, but II
shall be yours, II has been my one
memento Of that time"
Dear madame" said Jennie, very
gently, do not think Of what will sad
den you"
But II does not" exclaimed the old
lady, softly. "Oh, no; II Is my happi-
ness Go, my dear, TO the chest Of
drawers; open the small one; there you
will And II. We had strange ways In
those hard war times" tho old lady
continued, rs Jen, firmly convinced
madame was wandering, quietly did
her bidding. at Is only an old pin
cushion, but II could tell its story"
Jcn opened the small DRIVER, 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 IL
which appeared TO len strangely. Tho
old "war days" were only history TO
eighteen-year.oldJ en, and this cushion,
made OF what had once been "a splendid
fabric, might have represented revolu-
tionary times as well rs those OF tho
early sixties. Then II had been meant
for the wedding gift OF Angelique, who
was, from madamc's stories, an ideal
creature TO the young girl. Jen carried
hn al tgkN ~ A..
10 madame's bed.
Yours, dearest" murmured tho old
lady. "All | have TO leave you-and
for that have made my will"
Only Jen and Teddy Harry, and the
people with whom Nine Dupro
had lodged, followed the old lady 10
her grave on the 10Th. An hour later
Hiram Dali was at the farmhouse,
with, II possible, n more disngrceable
expression than usual ON his face.
II wish you joy, Jenny" he said,
with sncer. "You are tho old mad
ume's sole heiri Hell hel She sent for
me To draw up the will All for pin
cushion"
lie tossed II across the table con-
tcmptuously. Jenny could scarcely
control herself. She felt rs though her
old friends legacy was dcsecratcd
Got n running string in IT, too" con.
tinucd the cd man, like bag"
Jenny was looking ut tho cushion
with wet Dyes. She had really loved
the old Creole lady. Now, us Dali
spoke, she looked under the lace at
one side Of Angclique's zone wedding
gift and saw, sure enough, the thin
silkcn ribbon run in and tied Mt the
end. Her lOoscning OF the knot 80
long ago fastened was almost mcchani-
cal, and thcn-how no one present ever
could exactly say, but IA the brocade
drew hnck out from tho sawdust
rolled upon Jenny's lap heap Of shin.
ing Jewels, rubics and opals, and bnnlS
notes In what seemed TO tho girl an
Aladdin like profusionl After all, II
was easily explained Situated as she
had been, Nine. Dupre's one means OF
sending money and the jewels To her
only child had been In this fashion.
No one would suspect old Caspar OF
carrying such treasure In pin
cushion OF faded hrocadc, and since
Augeliquc's death the sentiment in the
French woman's naturc-perhnps n
touch OF superstition-had led her 10
keeping II intact. Who can say2
This is true story chapter out OF
the life OF one OF my friends, who now,
happy mistress OF the bonnicst farm
In Connecticut, tells her children the
"cushion story" and In corner cabi-
net in her parlor the blue and white
brocnde and old laco have their es-
pecial niche. Jenny INDUCED Ia no
mean triumph over old Dali when with
madame's queer legacy sho bought
back the farm, but she and Teddy had
their own hour OF rejoicing, and whom
ever no docs any specially fine piece
OF work In his profession Jen likes 10
say: THAT'S bit OF our cushion
llarpcr's Young People.