Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1893-01-13

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sss'sssas.ssa SssSHs< W. anime the delicate
little bouquet OF wax lilies of the valley
that lay on the table--a chubby child of
seven years.
"You will be sure and take good care
of Agnes while l am gone, Mary" said
the thoughtful elder sister, glancing
toward worn lounge on which reposed
the pale, slight form of girl of thir-
teen.
Agnes Melbrook was cripple; yet
you scarcely pitied her when you looked
upon the happy serenity of her sweet,
pale face. He who "tempers the wind
to the shorn lamb" had gwen Agnes
Melbrook patience to bear her affliction
and Lily herself sometimes envied her
young sister the unruff1ed peace of her
daily life.
Lillian Melbrook had been left sole
guardian aud protector of her two sis.
tiers at the age of eighteen, and she had
unhesitatingly assumed the charge. Drs
Melbrook died suddenly, and on the
investigation of his affairs, they proved
to be so embarrassed that Lillian found
herself obliged to toll for he daily
bread, and now was the time when her
accomplishments proved themselves of
use.
"My DEAR" said the head partner of
the great jewelry firm, of Gold 6 Jett,
''you may bring as many of your wax
flowers here as you please, and I'll sell
'em for you without cent of commits
sion. You needn't GO to thanking me
now; should be cold -hear.ed old
fellow, indeed, if 1 weren't willing to
do as much as that for Roger Melbrook's
daughter"
Lily looked very pretty as she sped
through the frosty October sunshine,
with glowing cheeks and fresh lips
slightly apart, to put her little bouquet
on exhibition. She was small and
plump, with peach.red cheeks, hair of
the real Aaxen gold and soft gray eyes,
whose appealing glance spoke to you
with an irresistible charm; and her sim
pie dress of some drab worsted fabric,
trimmed with bars of scarlet velvet
ribbon, set off her beauty with artistic
contrast.
81 ought to have FIVE dollars for this
little bouquet" thought Lily. "Letme
see-two dollars for rent and and dol
lar for more wax, and I shall have two
dollars left for Mary's cloth coat. Only
two dollars-oh, if we were only rich
again"
Lily sighed involuntarily. It was very
hard to live upon the slender wages of
her work; and woman fighting the
battle of life alone strives at fearful
disadvantage. But she thought of
Agnes, uncomplaining and serene upon
her couch of suffering, and of little
Mary, eager in her studies, that she
may one day be able to teach, and
thereby "help sister Lily" and re-
solved to harbor not one repining
thought.
All of a sudden, as she glanced up
ward, q familiar face seemed to flash
across her vision-a dark, bronzed face,
with pleasant hazel eyes, and puzzled,
half.recognizing expression.
"Major Draper!" she murmured, look
ing around almost bewildered. And
then, as the tall form, borne uncon-
sciously forward by the crowd, seemed
to pause and hesitate, she drew the
vail over her face and darted down
side street-why, she could hardly have
told herself, except that Major Draper
had known them in the days of their
prosperity, and Lily Melbrook-over
sensitive, perhaps-shrank from meeting
him again.
~ thought he had gone to SPAIN"
soliloquized Lily, with throbbing heart.
~ am sure some one told us he was liy-
ing in Madridr'
The crimson flushed softly over Lily's
cheek, as she remembered the note she
had found, in Major Draper's handwrit-
ing, among her deceased fathers papers
"a note asking for permission to WOO
Lily Melbrook as his wife-and the copy
of her fathers reply. DIR. Melbrook had
discountenanced the whole thing with
out once submitting it to his daughters
decision. "Lily was too young--he did
not wish such things put in her head.
Major Draper, though unexceptionable
in every respect, was too much Lily's
senior-he must beg respectfully to de-
cline the honor" etc.
81 was only sixteen then," thought
LILY, ''and yet Major Draper could not
have been more than thirty, and he was
very handsome, and winning in. his
manners"
And Lily thought for one feeting mo-
ment how pleasant it would have been,
could she, as Angus Draper's wife, have
offered luxurious home to Agnes and
little Mary.
'sHow foolish am to build such alb
surd castles III the airi" was her reso-
Lutte ultimatum, and she carried her tiny
bouquet to Gold & Jett's and came home
again to the dingy house in the second
rate street, resolved to dream no more