The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-13

| loor as the Cid lady really was, bare
as were her surroundings. there was
something about hor which had al.
ways appealed 10 something Ia httlo
Jcn's nature Of which she had not be-
4 fore been conscious 1t was the re.
tincmcnt ~ the sufferer. her aclicate
courtesy. which showed Itself Ii thc
way she accepted kindness or tried 10
extend hospitality. the latter being
at present only the hris,ht smile and
outstrctelied hand with which lon was
i welcomed
-Iou are like sunshine 20 me.
eAerie.r the old lady said, as Jen, ac-
eording TO custom, Invested herself OF
hat and gloves and sat down by the In
valid's bedside She saw at onco n
change in the clear dark face DIR.
Byrnes had told her only that morning
the poor lady's hours were numbered.
i yet Jenny, strong in youth md health,
felt keen shock from what She saw as
| proof IL his words Only for moment,
however The wan face Of the invalid
j had such peaceful holy calm about II
lit was so content
There ARE many things have
wanted 10 say to-day, dear little girl"
i Nine Dnprc half whispered II have
thought SO much Of what brought me
hereto find some trace Of Col Roger.
sons brother. As yon know. | only
heard OF his death. And now, Jenny,
am going to leave You what | would
have given him, the one wedding pres
ent prepared for my darling AngcIiquc.
/ Alas. II was too Intel she was ten
4 miles away from our plantation. had
but ono person Ia trust with u, m old
negro who was faithful 10 us through
all gave II to him 20 carry 70 my
ldarling with my blessing We'll, her
bctrothed had been killed that day and
a week later she yielded 10 the dread
full fever rigging In New Orleans at the
time. Caspar brought back the cush-
j ion--oniy a little cushion, chile, but IL
shall be yours II has been my one
memento Of that time.
Dear madame, said Jennie, very
gently, .'donot think Of what will sad
den You.
''Bnt II DOES not, exclaimed the old
4 lady, softly oh. no, II Is my hnppi-
4 ness Go, my dear, TO the chest Of
Il drawers; open the small one: there yon
will and II, We had strange ways In
those hard war times the old lady
continued as Jen, firmly convinced
madame was wandering, quietly did
her bidding It is only an old PIN
cushion, but II could tell It's story"
Jen opened the small drawer. and
saw, pinned In yeliowish piece OF
linen, the cushion. Fashioned Of faded
blue aud white brocade, edged with
old lace. there was something about i
which appeared to len strangely. The
old "war days were only history 10
eighteen-year.old Jcn. and this cushion,
made Of what had once been 4 splendid
fabric. might have represented reyoln-
tionary times MS well as those 81 the
early sixties. Then II had been meant
for the wedding gift Of Angeliqne, who
was, from maaamc'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. sAll | have to leave you land
for that have made my will.
Only Jen and Teddy Barry, and the
people with whom Nine, Dupre
had lodged. followed the old lady ID
her grave on the 10th. An hour later
y Hiram Dali was at the farmhouse,
with, Ii possible, more disagreeable
expression than usual on his face.
II wish you joy, Jenny" he said
with sheer. lyon are the old mad
ame's sole heiri IIei hel She sent foI
me to draw up the will! All for pin
/. cushion
lie tossed 1t across the table con
temptuously. Jenny could scarcely
control herself. She felt as though hcI
old friends legacy was desecrnted
"Got running string in II, too" CON
tinued the old man, "like bag.
Jenny was looking at the cushion
with wet eyes. She had really loved
the old Creole lady Now, as DIAL
, spoke, she looked under the lace a
one side Of Angelique's zone wedding
rift and saw, sure enough, the thir
silken ribbon run In and tied at tbs
end. Her loosening OF the knot *
long ago fastened was almost mechani
cal, and then--how no one present evei
could exactly say. but as the brocad'
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 Al
Aladdin like profnsionl After all, !
|, was easily explained. Situated as sht
, had been. Nine. Dnpre's one means p
sending money and the jewels TO he
, only child had been in this fashion
No one would suspect old Caspar o
carrying such a treasure in pin
cushion Of faded brocadc, and since
Angelique's death the sentiment in thu
I French woman's nature perhaps |
touch of superstition-had led her 4
keeping 1t intact Who can say?
This is true story, chapter out Q
! the life Of one Of my friends, who now
! happy mistress Of the bonniest farm
, In Connecticut, tells her children I'll,
, cushion story. and In a corner cabi
net In her parlor the blue and whit
.. brocadc and old lace have their es
!, peciai niche Jenny INDUCED ID NJ
,, mean triumph over old Dali when Will
!. madame's queer legacy she bough
back the farm, but she and Teddy hat
their own hour Of rejoicing and when
; ever he does any specially fine pies
,, Of work in his profession Jcn likes z
,, say: That's bit of our cushion. -
Harper's Young People.
Respectfully Joined.
, once had curatc who got great,
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