Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1893-01-28

price, madam" she calculated, with
sparkling eyes.
"a trihe-a mere trif1e," said the mil
liner, patting the strings with soft lit
tie hands, around the taper fingers of
which fashionable ladies were daily
wound" by the score. ''Thirty-fve
dollars is all"
"Thirty-five dollarsl I hardly dare
to pay SO much for bonnet, madam"
naid Nina. papa scolds about my ex-
travagance and makes such dreadful
faces over the bills"
The willy Nine. D'Heriot held up the
article under discussion, and turned 1t
one way and another, so that the sun
shine fell full on the delicate velvet,
Swallowed with foamlike plumea
81 must have 1T, !" said Nina, decidedly.
''Send it home ut once, madam. If
papa chooses to scold can't help it."
The brief colloquy between the belle
and the milliner had had two auditors
of whose presence Nina Pelham was
totally unconscious. DR.. Carleton and
his sister were waiting in an adjoining
ante-room for some trihing alteration
to be made in Miss Carleton'sschapeau.
She turned to her brother with an arch
glance.
80, Ned" she said, rather malicious
", as sisters are won't to speak of Ia
dies whom their brothers admire, ''you
will persist in admiring that Miss Pei
haml See what you'll be called upon
to endure in the way Of milliner's bills
when she becomes Mrs. Carleton"
"She is so young and Ingenious
said Carleton, in a tone of extenuatlon.
Miss Carleton made little grimace
"And do you really love that girl,
| Edward?"
'"That is hardly a fair question. How.
ever, am not unwilling to confess that
admire her"
"Admire!' repeated Alice Carleton,
doubtfully.
Eyes, admire, " said Carleton, quietly.
81 never saw but one person whom
really thought could love, as a man
| should love the woman awho is to share
his life, and she-here's your bonnet,
all right at last. Come-I'm in a
hurry"
Nina Pelham was never in better
| spirits, and had never looked lovelier
than at the moment she entered. DR.
Carleton's trim little sleigh tho next
| day. The exquisite plumes of the new
above the pink cheeks; and through
the embroidered drapery of her arms
the coral bracelets cleaned like rosy
| serpents-
"Why, where are we going?' she ex-
claimed, as the spirited horses were
suddenly turned into an unpretending
and secluded street, instead of darting
parkwardS
i oIKSy H. - -.
| ly new direction" said DR.. Carleton,
composedly. II was called yesterday
in a most unexpeCted manner to at
tend little patient, whose sister, as 1
understand, was an old schoolmate of
'Indeed!' exclaimed Nina
at was Miss Anna Wharton"
els it possible?" calculated Nina,
cold sinking at her heart nearly choked
her voice. Poor Anna-I hope she is
| wellI''
Far from it." said the young physi-
clan, gravely. And what is harder still
to bear, she is in great want-almost
perjury"
| He looked at her as he spoke.
81 wish had known It'll" said Nina,
1
much pleasure to assist her."
'Your wishes shall be gratified. am
bringing you to her humble home to-
day." returned Carleton, gravely, as he
drew up his horses close to the curb
| stone.
Miss Pelham followed him, scarcely
knowing what she was about, SC
chagrined and bewildered was she al
| fry &c hod toll
AS they reached the second landing
place, he threw open door and beck.
| oned her to enter.
The room revealed to h r sight was
very small and scantily furnished. On
a low couch, near the window, lay a
sick child with wan, attenuated checks,
and eyes that seemed to burn with pre-
ternatural luster, an d close beside him
sat Anna Wharton.
Miss Anna" said the doctor, as she
rose in some surprise at their entrance,
''here is your friend, Miss Pelham. J
wish her fully to understand, through
you, that l am perfectly aware of the
depth and sincerity of her friendship, as
exempt fled in the case of the cora,
bracele is she now wears"
Nina turned pale and red by turns.
IF you please, Miss Pelham" sale
DR.. Carleton, with freezing politeness
"allow me to reform this five-dollar bill
to you, as Miss Wharton has no present
need for it. Her gratitude is of course
proportional to your extreme generosi
ty."
And Nina Pelham left the room with
the comfortable conviction that she
had lost a lover and Anna Wharton hac
gained one.-Brandon Banner.
Real Cause OF His Grief.
Eyes, 1 dabbled in futures once,
said the man in the macintosh, re
flectively.
"Wheat?" inquired the man who haG
his feet un the table.
mo. And it wasn't C orn, or oats, OF
barley, or mess pork, or potatoes, OIL
chips, or whetstones. 1t was broom
corn. 1 thought there was money il
broom corn"
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