New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1892-02-17

of her cogitations Cissy was interrupt-
ed by the old houselseeper. who took
pity upoa her forlorn condition.
Don't cry, dearie," said this do
nestle worthy. in the tone which gen
orally causes fresh bursts of weeping
from the object OF solicitude. Don't
zee take ON. miss. / knows how it
stands, and | think my old brains
worried out a plan
Although Richard wouldn't for a
moment hear o your staying any
where else but in this 'ouse-that is, if
the poor young gentleman was here
people Will talk as matters are now,
and think it'll be the best for you to
60 and stay along with my sister in
London. She keeps mfiliner's shop
near the Halexandry Palace; what's
the Dlace-Woodgreen, isn't it?
And she'll make yer comfy, miss;
I'll write to her this very night. I will
settle matters for you. Now, don't
ZEE take on, miss; it'll all come right,
never fear
Ten days later Cissy found herself
in her new home at Woodgreen. AS
she often went up to town the novelty
OF being in London caused her to for
get Tor q time her late sorrows. The
charm was soon broken, however.
Happening to go oneafternoon to the
Royal Academy, Cissy bought a cata-
logue and proceeded on her tour OF
inspection. Her astonishment may
be imagined when sheread on the first
page:
No. 10. Down Oh the Rhine"
Richard Cranston.
She hastened to sect. Yes, there it
was; she recognized the painting Of
her lover at once. He always has
been particularly capable in "skies,"
and it was probably on account Of his
skillful treatment OF the sky at dawn
that his picture was hung 1t was
not 'skied" either, but had fairly
good position, and it was the best of
it's group
With the aid OF a friendly official
she discovered that Richard S paint
ing was sold for ESQ.
''Let me .see,' said her helper,
scratching his head thoughtfully, II
believe this is mistake. A gentle
man wanted to buy it for $50, but
Mr.. Cranston's address could not be
found. A letter was sent to his Ger
man address, which was returned
through the dead-letter Office Sever
al other buyers. hearing he had gone
to the Rhine, and admiring his work,
wanted to order paintings of him
and were disappointed in the same
way"
Cissy turned away sick at heart.
Would she never see her lover again;
was he-was he dead? But at this
awful thought she almost burst out
crying for after all she was very
young, very inexperienced and very
lonely All she could do was to go
on hoping for the best.
But soon o fresh difficulty presented
itself. One OF the trustees of Mr..
Matterley's will was abroad, and the
other did not care to pay the legacies
without his colleagues cooperation,
and SO as there was no pressing nee
essity-at least he imagined not-he
asked the legatees to be good enough
to wait.
Cssy heard OF this with dismay.
She had no money-her little stock
Of ready cash had soon Gwindled
away and how should she live on?
1t never occurred to her that it
would be a trifling matter to borrow
enough money for her wants, either
from the lawyer or trustee. She had
never troubled her head about money
matters-her uncle had paid her bills
and kept her supplied with the little
pocket-money she needed.
IN 40 nf oil thic che tbn,,pht
of her old books. She had brought
these: at least, with her. No one en-
We'd her her possession of them, for no
one about her knew their real value
except Uncle Jim.
Cissy had often heard her Uncle Jim
speak OF a collector OF old books who
lived in Piccadilly. TO this gentleman
she went one day, with her volumes
wrapped carefully up. Arrived at the
shop she entered and informed the
shopman that she wished to sell
some books. The shopman took the
tattered and soiied volumes, looked
them over carefully, and then gave a
low whistle.
"Pll call Mr. D." he said; che will
settle with YOU
NIL u Ill uttG Illle ulIue his Hp-
pearance and then submitted the
books to a careful scrutiny.
''If may ask the question" he said
at length, ''wiIere did you get these
books, young lady?''
''They were left me by my uncle"
said Cissy, simply.
"What-Mr. James AIatterly?'
eyes" replied Cissy, "but how'd
you know his name?"
GLOW do | know" exclaimed the
dealer. "Whyyour uncle and 1 are
old frieuds. He was the possessor OF
these books for many years, and there
are none like them in the whole world
They are worth e2OOO"
Two thousand pounds echoed
Cissy, quite amazed.
Yes $4,000 to you, that is to say"
':And what are they worth toyou?"
asked Cissy
The dealer looked wise. "a little
more perhaps he said, "but I want
you to sell them to me because l will
deal fairly with you. Another man
might cheat you. Ii you care to
clinch the agreement | will give you a
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