Mexico weekly ledger., 1892-03-03
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cage into which he popped Cachette, who
was silent and gaped, and the affair
under convoy of liveried Thomas went
to the house of DR.. Crolfs fancee.
Croll was at the house of his bride of
tomorrow when the cage arrived.
''Miserly old hunks!" he said. "Why, |
Amarylis, he has a thirty thousand dollar |
practice. He evidently thinks we want
our new carpets and papers ruined by
canary seed and splashings. I'd rather
the boys should think he'd sent nothing
than to see this thing tomorrow. Be
sides, the bird looks sick. I know what
won't be any too big tomorrow. He
shall have birdie-it may stir him up,
and the dropping seed OF his bald head
be the means of producing a sermon that
is not sleepy. Clergymen are fond Of
the works of nature, any way. 1t shall
60 in your name, Amarylis; it shall be
a graceful tribute from you for the hap
piness he confers upon you tomorrow"
You might have supposed that some
thing tickled Cachette when he reached
the Rev. Mr.. Cameron's, he was 81 ex-
ceedingly buoyant. Indeed, the Rev.
Mr.. Cameron's docktailed spaniel wall
ed, and his three cherub faced little boys
got out their slungshots.
81 fear it would scarcely be appre-
ciated here" said he. 'The boys have
the spaniel, and I don't think they will
cut his tail any shorter. Then, there
are the sparrows, if they desire variety.
A gift should go where it will do most
cookbook at our flower missions, our
seashore week for the poor. Mrs. E.
Platt Clayton loves beautiful things, be-
ing artistic; she shall have this concen-
trated song"
So the three little cherub faced boys
carried away the concentrated song, re-
solving to have some fun with it before
they gave it up.
BLESS his thoughtful heart" said Mrs.
E. Platt Clayton when Cachette was
brought to her as she doZed over her
boudoir fire, tired out from yesterdays
five teas, a dinner and a ball. stThere's
a good man for you! He shall have that
plaque for a Christmas present if l get it
quite right; I'll make her frock higher in
the neck, and call her 'Rebecca at the
Well"
just then her brother came in.
"Halloat" he said. ''Where did you
get your locomotive whistle!''-for Ca
Ghetto was not only buoyant, but fam
boyant.
st is rather gritty" she assented.
"And l think l know somebody who
would like it. John, do you remember
the Compile de Boncour's sister,
WAS she at the ball last night" asked
John with arrested attention.
Sat the ballp she said. "She is not
going out. You know whom I mean,
the little girl who did that preposterous
thing Of coming to America to earn her
living rather than marry a marquis
with a pedigree a yard long"
"What about herr" asked John, with
foreboding quietness. 'She's not sick?-
and all alone here"
"Well," and his sister told him of
Natalie and her sorrow over the loss of
the bird she thought she must give away
to some one to whom she felt indebted.
"You were at a ball in Paris where
she was" she concluded. "She remem-
bers you quite well. She knew you at
ono when she saw you here that day
You strolled in when she had brought
some embroidery home to me-"
II remember her" he answered dryly.
"And she remembers me, does she?
That's not bad taste in her. Tell me a
little more about her, I'm quite interest
ed in her bold proceedings. like bold
proceedings-that's what I like about
that plaque of yours, Washington at
Yorktown isn't it?:'
And now it is time to make a confess
sion, witch has been held back till the
| last moment.
It is worth while to say that Natalie,
in her admiration of the ways of these
United States. had out-Americaned the
Americans. For a year ago in Paris she
a seen at a reception In the colony q
New York man. He was not presented
to her, and apparently did not see her
the truth Of it was that he was q plain
man, and did see her and admire her
vastly, but declined to know her, be-
cause her br Their made much of a title
and family pretensions, and ~patronized
the newness If America.
But after that evening a strange feel
Ing came to Natalie. She knew lit, !,
about America, thought the combine
forty odd states about the size of Paris
and New Yorka small corner. She came
to New York in search Of the man who
refused to be presented to her. Had she
not heard how American girls chosa
their own husbands? And how can you
choose a husband if you do not go after
him, especially il he win not come after
your
At any rate, she came to New York.
and the man vas John Abingdon, Mrs.
E Platt Clayton's brother, who was not
a society man by any manner of means,
though his sister dragged him to a good
many places. Natalie became shy when
she found herself him and saw the
foolishness of all she had done. When
she was in her poorest fiat she realized
that she could never be anything to him;
that mints Of money and the like divided
thsn, though he had become q factor In
her lie by this time, and