The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-03-07
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as were her surroundings, there WAS
something about her which had al
ways appealed 70 something Ii little
Jcn's nature 81 which SHE hid got be-
fore been conscious II was the re-
anement 81 the sufferer, her delicate
courtesy, which showed itself il che
wag shc accrpted 4 kindness Or tried 70
eStend'a hospitality. the latter being
u present only the bright smile and
osss sretehed hand with which Jen was
aelspmed
Vol are like sunshine 70 mr.,
dirk. the old lady said. e. Jen. ac-
ccr.liug 10 custom, Invested herself Of
hat and gloves and sat down By the In
vaiia's bedside She saw ~ once a
change III the clear dark face. DR.
Isyrnes had told her only that morning
the peer Eaiy,s hours were numbered
Ynt Jenny. strong ID youth and health,
| felt Il keen shock from what she saw as
proof IL his words. Only for moment,
ingcTer The wan face 81 the invalid
i4sgt such q peaceful, holy calm about Il
III was - content
There are many things I hare
wanted 70 sag to-day. dear little girl. q
Mine Dspre half whispered II hare
thought ~ much of what brought me
here III tiYid some trace on Col Koyer-
SOFAS brother As you know. only
heard ~ his death. And now, Jenny,
an going 70 leave ron what | would
have given him. the one wedding pres
ens prepared for my darling Angelique.
Alas, il was too latel She WAS ten
miles AWAY from our plantation. had
blt one person 70 trust with II, 40 old
negro who was faithful % us through
alL ] gave ii to him 70 carry to my
dazzling with my blessing Well, her
betrothed had been killed that day and
d week later she yielded 10 the dread
FIJI fever raging In New Orleans at the
time Caspar brought back the cush-
lon only little cushion, chilG, bit II
shall hc yours. 1t has been my one
menvento Of that time. j"
Dear madame" said Jennie, very
gently. ''donot think Of what will sad
den Yon.
I,ut II DOES not, /" exclaimed the old
lady, softly '.Oh, no; 1t Is my happi-
ness 20, my dear, to the chest of
drawers; open the small one: there yon
will hnd II. We had strange ways in
those hard war times. the old lady
continued, as Jen. firmly convinced
nasinmc was wandering, quietly did
her bidling 1T Is only an old. pin.
cushion, but 1t could tell lis story.
len opened the small drawer, and
saw. pinned In a ycllowish piece Of
linen, the cushion Fashioned 81 faded
blue and white brocade, edged with
old lace, there was something about IL
which appeared 10 Jen strangely. Tire
old war days were only history u
eighteen ear.old Jen, and this cushion,
made IF what had once been d splendid
fabric. might have represented revolu-
tionary times as welIas those Of the
early sixties. Then 1t had been meant
for the wedding gift 81 Angelique, who
was, from madnine's stories. an ideal
creature to the young girl Jen carried
the old cushion with revcrcnt fingers
to madane's bed
Yours, dearest" murmured the old
lady ..All ! have to leave you and
FOR that have made my will. Y
Only len and Teddy Barry, and the
people with whom Nine. Dupre
had lodged, followed the old lady to
her grave on the 10th. An hour later
Hiram Dali was at the farmhouse,
with, II possible, q more disagrceable
expression than usual on his face.
II wish you Joy, Jenny. he said,
with sneer You are the old mnd.
ame's sole heir! IIei hel She sent FOR
me to draw up the will All for pin
| cushionI''
He tossed il across the table con
temptuously. Jenny could scarcely
| control herself. She felt as though her
/ old friends legacy was desecrated.
.Got running string in ii, too. con
tinned the Old man, like bag"
Jenny was looking at the cushion
with wet eyes. She had really loved
the old Creole lady. Now, as Dali
i spoke, she looked under the lace III
one side Of Angelique's zone wedding
! GIFT" and saw, sure enough, the thin
/ sill1en ribbon run in and tied at the
end. Her loosenings Of the knot So
4 long ago fastened was almost mechani.
/ cal. and then--how no one present ever
| could exactly say. but as the brocade
drew back ont from the sawdust
rolled upon Jenny's lap heap Of shin.
ing jewels, rubies and opals, and bank
notes IN what seemed to the girl an
Aladdin like profusion! After all, ii
was easily explained Situated as she
had been, Nine. Dnpre's one means 81
sending money and the jewels to her
4 only child had been in this fashion
No one would suspect old Caspar If
carrying such a treasure in q PIN
/ cushion Of faded brocade, and stree
4 Angelique's death the sentiment Ia the
| French wotnan's nature perhaps d
touch Of sunerstition--had led her to
keeping il intact Who can say2
EThis IS true story, chapter out 81
the life Of one 81 my friends, who now,
happy mistress Of the bonniest farm
IN Connecticut, tolls her children the
@cushion story" and in corner cabi-
net il her parlor the blue and white
| brocade and old lace have their es-
peciai niche. Jenny INDUCED III no
mean triamph.over old Dali when with
\ nadarne's queer legacy she bought
back the farm, but she and Teddy had
Their own hour of rejoicing. and when
ever hc does any specially fine piece
III work IL his profession Jen likes to
/ say That's a bitfof our cushion.
llarper's Young People.
4 Respectfully Joined.
/ once had cnrate who got greatly
\ obfasaatcd hy the number Of the bans