Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1892-04-22

her treasure; then two others which she
found for herself on table in the corner.
There were still some lovely rich bits,
quite small twigs, left when she had fin
ished, and she once more clamored for
something to put them in.
Pocahontas, in the midst of an eager
discussion with Thorne and Norma, in
which both We're arrayed against her,
glanced around carelessly. There was q
| cup and saucer on small stand near
her, and she picked up the cup thought
lessly and held it out to Thorne. Just
as their hands met in the transfer, both
of them talking, neither noticing what
they were doing, Berkeley entered sud-
denly and spoke, causing them to start
and turn. There was quick exclama-
ton from Pocahontas, wild clutch into
space from Thorne, and on the floor be-
tween them lay the fragile china in half
, a dozen pieces.
Pocahontas bent over them regret
fully. 1t was the cup with the dream
ing Indian maiden on 1.-THE cup from
which Jim Byrd had taken bis coffee on
that last evening. There were tears in
her eyes, but she kept her head bent so
that no one should see them. She would
rather any cup of the set should have
come to grief than that one.
She had brought it into the parlor sew
eral days before to show to a visitor,
who wished a design for hand screen
for fancy fair, and had neglected to re-
v,to Tho, oh
herself for her carelessness as she laid
the fragments on the piano, and then the
superstition flashed across her mind.
Could it be an omen? The idea seemed
foolish and she put it aside.
Don't feel badly about il" she said to
Thorne, who was humbly apologize for
his awkwardness. cit was as much my
fault as yours; we neither Of us were
noticing. Indsed, it's more my fault, for
if l hadn't neglected to put it away the
accident could not have happened. You
must not blame yourself so much"
I'm the actual living present, I'm the
culprit," observed Berkeley, 'since my
entrance precipitated the catastrophe. I
startled you both, and behold the result!
Nobody dreamed of convicting me, and
this is voluntary confession, SO expect
you all to respect it; the smallest unkind-
ness will cause ne to leave the room in .
torrent of tears"
Every one laughed, and Pocahontas
put the fragments out of sight behind a
| pile of music books. She could not put
| the subject out of her mind so easily, al
though she exerted herself to an unusual
degree to prevent her guests from feeling
uncomfortable; the superstition ranked.
AS they took leave, Thorne held her
hand in a warmer clasp than he had ever
before ventured on, and his voice was
really troubled as he said:
II can't tell you how worried am
about your beautiful cup. never had q
small accident trouble me to the same
extent before. l feel as though serious
| calamity had befallen. There was no
tradition, no association, hope, which
made the cup of special value, beyond its
beauty, and the fact of its being an heir
| loom"
Pocahontss was too truthful for evas-
| ion.
There were associations, of course"
she answered gently, with that cup as
we'll as with the rest Of the china. 1t has
been in the family so many generations,
you know. Don't reproach yourself any
more, please-remember twas as much
my fault as yours. And broken things
need not remain So" with an upward
glance and bright smile, ''they can be
mended. shall have the cup riveted."
She would not tell him Of the supersti-
ton; there was no use in making him
feel worse about the accident than he
felt already. She did not wish him to be
uncomfortable, and had gladly assumed
an equal share of blame. 1t was ex-
tremely silly In her to allow her mind to
dwell on foolish old tradition. How
could the breakage Of bit of china, no
matter how precious, presage misfOr-
tune? 1t was ill doing that entailed i'll
fortune, not blind chance or heather
fate. She would think no more Of foolish
old potents.
Still, she wished the cup had not been
broken-wished with all her heart that
it had not been that cup.
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