The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-08-31
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N leading 10 Nine. Dupre's room.
roor as the old lady really was, bare
MS were her surroundings. there was
something about her which had al
ways appealed % something IN little
Jcn's nature ~ which sho hal not be-
forc been conscious. II was tho re-
tlnelncnt ~ the sufferer. her delicate
courtesy, which showed itself IN the
way she accepted u kindness or tried TO
/ extend hospitality, the latter being
~ present only the bright smilc and
outstrctched hard with which Jen was
| welcomed
/ "You arc like sunshine 70 me,
cAeris" tho old lady said, rs Jen. ac-
eordinH 20 custom, Invested herself Of
hat and gloves and sat down by tho in
/ valid's bcdnide She kaw at once a
change ia tho clear dark fncc DR..
| lyrnca Ind told her only that morning
tho 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 moment.
however The wan face Of the invalid
had such a peaceful, holy calm about Il
/ lit WINS 50 content
1 There are many things / have
wanted 70 say to-day, dear little girl"
| Mine Dupra half whispered II have
thought 50 much ~ what brought me
here 10 find some trace Of Col Roger
sons brother. AZ You know, only
heard Of his dcath And now, Jenny,
am going 10 leave you what would
have given him, the one wedding pres
ent prepared for my darling Angeliquc.
/ Alas, II was too Intel She was ten
miles away from our plantations had
| but one person 20 trust with III an old
negro who was faithful 70 us through
NIL payc IL to him 10 carey 10 my
darling with my blessing Well, her
betrothed Ind been killed that day and
d week later she yielded to tho dread
fnl fever rigging In New Orleans at the
time. easpnr brought back tho cnsh-
lon only little cushion, child, bat y
shall be yonrA II hns boon my ono
memcnio Of that time
Dear madame" said Jennie, very
gently "do not think Of what viii sad-
ldcn you.
hut Il does not, exclaimed tho old
| lady, softly "Oh, no; Il Is my happi-
ness Co my dear, TO the chest Of
drawers; open tho small one: there you
Il
those hard war times the old lady
| continued, Dis Jen, firmly convinced
madame was wandering, quietly did
her Bidding 1T Is only an old PIN
cushion. but II could tell It's story
Jcn opened the small drawer. and
saw, pinned In yellowish piece Of
linen. the cushion. Fashioned Of faded
blue and white brocade, edged with
old laco. thcro was something about Il
| which appeared TO Jcn strangely. The
old 'swnr days were only history %
ighteen-ycnroldJc n. and this cushion.
made Of what had once been splendid
fabric, might hive represented revolu-
tionary tiinea az well ~ those OF the
early sixtiea Then 1t had been meant
for the wedding gift Of Angeliquc. who
was, from mndamc's stories, an ideal
creature 10 the young girl Jcn carried
thu old cushion with reyorent fingers
TO madame's bed.
Yours dearest, murmured the old
lady. "All ! have I'd leave you --nnd
for that have made my viii"
Only Jcn and Teddy Barry, aud the
people with whom Mmo Dupre
had lodged, followed the old Indy to
her grave on the 10th. An hour later
Hiram Dali was at the farmhouse,
with, II possible, q moro disngreeable
expression than usunl on his face
= wish you Joy, jenny be said,
with q snccr lyon arc the old mad
ame's sole heirl IIci he'll She sent for
me to draw up the Will All for pin
cushionl''
lie tossed II across the table con-
temptuously Jenny could scarcely
control herself. She felt Ms though her
old friends legacy was dcsecrated
Got running string ii II. too con-
timed the old man. like bag. I
Jenny was looking at tho cushion
with wet eyes. She had really loved
the old Creole lady. Now. ns Dall
spoke, she looked under the lace at
one side Of Angelique's tone wedding
gift ind snw. sure enough, the thin
sIlltcn ribbon run In md tied ut the
end Her loosening Of the knot SO
long ngo fastened was almost mcchani-
cnl, and then--how no one present ever
could exactly say, but as the brocade
drew back out from the sawdust
rolled upon Jenny's lap heap Of shin
ing jewels, rubics and opals, and bank
notes ia what seemed TO the girl an
Aladdineliixe profusionl After all, It
was easily explained. Situated us she
had been. Mime. Dupre's one means Of
sending money and the Jewels TO her
only child had been IN this fashion.
No one would suspect old Caspnr Of
carrying such q treasure In d PIN
cushion 81 faded brocade, and since
Angclique's death the sentiment in the
French woman's nature perhaps a
touch Of snperstition-had led her to
keeping it intact. Who can say?
This is n true story. chapter out Of
the life Of one Of my friends. who now,
happy mistress Of the bonniest farm
In Connecticut, tells her children the
cushion story" and In corner cabi-
net III her parlor the blue and white
brocadc and old lace have their es-
pccial niche. jenny indulged ia no
mean triumph over old Dali when with
madamc's queer legacy she bought
back the farm. but She and Teddy had
their own hour Of ejoicing. ind when
ever he does any specially fine piece
Of work in his profession Jen likes to
say; That's bit Of our cushion. -
IIarper's Young People.
Respectfully Joined.