The Logan County banner. [volume] (Logan, W. Va.) 1889-1903, 1892-09-15

Wind You tell your uncle not to forget
the 2Oth-it's my latest date
Jen did not so much as turn her head
to show the old man she had heard his
last words, and a few moments later
she was Mounting the old staircase
leading to Nine. Dupre's room.
Poor as the old lady really was, bare
as were her surroundings, there was
something about her which had al
ways appealed to something in little
Jen's nature of which she had not be-
fore been conscious. 1t was the re-
fnement of the sufferer, her delicate
courtesy, which showed itself in the
way she accepted a 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,
cherie," the old lady said, as Jen, acr
cording to custom, Invested herself OF
hat and gloves and sat down by the in
valid's bedside. She saw at once q
change in the clear dark face. DIR.
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 a peaceful, holy calm about 1t
lit wasssos content
There are many things / have
wanted'to say to-day, dear little girl, y
Nine. Dupre half whispered. II have
Thought so much Of what brought me
hereto find some trace Of Col. Roger
sons brother. AS you know, l only
heard of his death. And now, Jenny,
am going to leave you what l would
have given him, the one wedding pres.
ent prepared for my darling Angelique.
Alas, it was too late! She was ten
miles away from our plantation. had
but one person to trust with it, an old
negro who was faithful to us through
all. l gave it to him to carry to my
darling with my blessing. Well, her
betrothed 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 little cushion, child, but II
shall be yours. 1t has been my one
memento of that time"
+ Dear madame" said Jennie, very
gently, do not think Of what will sad.
den you"
But it does not" exclaimed the old
lady, softly. "Oh, no; it is my happi-
ness. Go, my dear, to 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 Jen, firmly convinced
madame was wandering, quietly did
her bidding 1T 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 il
which appeared to Jen strangely. The
old s'war days, were only history tc
eighteen-year-o old Jen, and this cushion,
made of what had once been a splendid
fabric, might have represented revolu-
tionary times as well as those of the
early SIXTIES. Then it had been meant
for the wedding gift of Angelique, who
was, from madamc's stories, an ideal
creature to the young girl. Jen carried
the old cushion with reverent fingers
to madame's bed.
Yours, dearest, murmured the old
lady. "All l have to leave you-and
for that have made my will"
Only Jen and Teddy Barry, and the
people with whom Mime. Dupre
had lodged, followed the old lady to
her grave on the 10th. An hour later
Hiram Dali was at the farmhouse
with, if possible, more disagreeable
expression than usual on h is face.
II wish you joy, Jenny" he said,
ame's sole heir! Hell he! She sent TO,
me to draw up the will! All for pin
cushion''
He tossed it across the table con
teinptuously. Jenny could scarcely
control herself. She felt as though hel
old friends legacy was desecrated
"Got a running string in it, too" con
tinued the old man, like bag"
Jenny was looking at the cushion
with wet eyes. She had really lovec
the old Creole lady. Now, as Dali
spoke, she looked under the lace al
one side of .Angelique's lone wedding
gift and saw, sure enough, the thir
silien ribbon run in and tied at the
end. Her loosening of the knot sc
long ago fastened was almost mechani
cal, and then--how no one present evei
could exactly say, but as the brocadt
drew back out from the sawdus
rolled upon Jenny's lap heap Of shin
ing jewels, rubies and opals, and banl
notes 10 what seemed to the girl ~
| Aladdinlilxe profusioni After all, Il
was easily explained. Situated as she
had been, Mime. Dupre's ono means o.
sending money and the jewels to hel
only child had been in this fashion
No one would suspect old Caspar o.
CARRYING such a treasure in pin
cushion of faded brocade, and since
Angelique's death the sentiment in thu
French woman's nature-perhaps
touch of uperstition-had led her Il
keeping it intact. Who can say?
This is a true story. a chapter out o
the life of one OF my friends, who now
happy mistress Of the. bonniest farm
in Connecticut, tells her children thu
'scushion story" and in corner cabi
net in her parlor the blue and whit
| brocade and old lace have their es
pccial niche. Jenny INDUCED In nt
mean triumph over old Dali when with
madame's queer legacy she bough
back the farm, but she and Teddy has
their own hour Of rejoicing. and when
ever he does any specially hne piec'
| Of work in his profession Jen likes =
say, THAT'S d bit of our cushion. y
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