Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1893-01-06

really | can't decide between that ana
| the topaz"
Miss Fontaine sauntered gracefully
| toward the door, with her father and
Major Draper in attendance.
Upon my word said Mr.. Fontaine,
with a grimace expressive of relief, 81
| begin to think you never could tear
yourself away from the contemplation of
these trnkets. and it grows late. What
now, Helenal"
For the spoiled beauty had paused
again in front of the glass showcases.
"Oh, papa, see those lilies Of the val
ley in waxI Aren't they exquisite, with
their tiny bells and deep green leaves
They are just what want for the draw
ing room etagere. How much are they?"
she questioned, turning to the clerk.
"Five dollars, ma am"
"Papa, buy them for mel And oh,
papa, wouldn't wreath of them, under
glass, be lovely for wedding present to
Stephania Wyllys2 Where do you get
them"
"They are made by young lady, an
acquaintance of Mr.. Colds, ma'am, !"
said the clerk. "Any order you may
choose to leave
"Yes-well, tell her to make circu-
lar garland, large enough to be an orna-
ment to aparlor table. And 1 must have
them by Wednesday, without fall
''Certainly, ma'am,' assented the
clerk, entering the order in a portly
manuscript volume.
''I'm so glad I thought of it," isped
the lady, turning to Major Draper. 81
was so puzzled what to give Stephania.
Come; really think L am through
now"
And she entered Major Diapers car
riage with the step Of a queen, quite
unconscious that the gentleman himself
appeared bored and anxious, in spite of
Mr.. Fontaine's efforts to entertain and
amuse him.
Helena Fontaine was handsome, in her
naughty, Cleopatra like way-a golden
haired girl, with dazzling complexion
of snow and carmine, almond-shaped
blue eyes, and lips as velvet-fresh as the
heart of a fiery pomegranate flower.
And Helena Fontaine had always had
her own way through life, and now that
she had settled in her royal mind that
she would like Angus Draper for a hus-
band, she no more thought it possible
for her to be thwartad than she deemed
it possible for the sun to rise in the west.
81 like him-oh, ever 50 much better
than Frank Falkland or Felix Downes,"
thought Helena, the evening she met him
at the first Of series of tableaux vivants,
sand I'll have him."
SO Mr.. Fontaine, having been given
to understand his daughters new freak,
invited Major Draper to dinner, and
drove with him in the Central Park, and
him with the most delicate
attentions and invisible snares of cordial
hospitality.
Angus Diapers nature was too per-
ceptive not to see through the fimsy
strategles. He smiled modify to him
self.
"What matters it," he unused. 'sIf
she likes me, may as we'll marry her as
any one else. never saw but one whom
I really fancied, and She"
But there Angus Diapers soliloquies
invariably stopped.
1t was nearly a week subsequently that
Miss Helena Fontaine sat in her dress
ing room, the victim of very bad tenn
per.
ats too bad" pouted Helena, as
she jerked the the curl papers out of her
golden hair. 81 wish he'd
propose, if he's going to! l wonder
how long he's going to be about it, and
[ missing the best chances of the season.
Her maid appeared, with a startled
air, at the imperative peal of Miss Fon-
taine's little silver bell.
Eyes, mademoiselle!
tHave Gold s. Jet sent home that
wreath OF lilies of the valley9'
"No, mademoiselle.
''Send papa here!"
Mr.. Fontaine obeyed his daughters
summons.
Papa" began Helena, frowning un-
Ill her pretty forehead looked as if it
we're quilted. ''that wreath has not
come home from Gold s. Jett's, and
Stephania Wyllys is to be married to-
norrowl'
"Well, my dear. don't really see
what We can do about it,"
'But I dol You must go there at
,nce, and if it isn't done, get the young
yoman's address. and hurry her up"
"But Helen, l am particularly en-.
gagged"
"I can't help it; must have the
1owersl"
Mr.. Fontaine knew better than to IN