The Opelousas courier., 1893-01-28
For the spoiled beauty had paused

DSAAS AA NS~R SASSe AS"N VIZ
They are just what I want for the draw
Ing room etsgere. How much are theY2n
she questioned, turning to the clerk.t
'tFive dollars, ma'am."
"Papa, buy them for mel And oh.
papa, wouldn't a wreath of them, under
glass, be lovely for a wedding present to
stephania Wyllys9 Where do you get
them2"
ssThsy are made by a young lady, an
acquaintance of Mr.. Colds, ma'am,"
said the clerk. s'Any order you may
choose to leave"
"Ies-well, tell her to make a circu-
lar garland, large enough to be an orna-
ment to a parlor table. And | must have
them by Wednesday, without fail"
''Certainly, ma'am," assented the
clerk, entering the order in a portly
manuscript volume.
ssI'm so glad I thought of it," lisped
the lady, turning to Major Draper. 81
was so puzzled what to give Stephania.
Come; | really think I am through
now"
And she entered Major Diapers CAL
rage with the step of a queen, quite
unconscious that the gentleman himself
appeared bored and anxious in spite of
MIR. Fontaine's efforts to entertain and
amGse him.
Helena Fontaine was handsome, in her
naughty, Cleopatra-like way-a golden
haired girl, with a 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 moro thought it possible
for her to be thwartod than she deemed
it possible for the sun to rise in the west.
II Ike him-oh. ever so much better
than Frank Falkland or Felix Downes,"
thought Helena, the evening she met him
at the first of a series of tableaux wants,
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
surrounded him with the most delicate
attentions and ipxisible snares of cordial
hospitality.
Angus Diapers nature was too per-
ceptive not to see through the flmsy
s~trategles. He smiled moodily to him
self.
WHAT matters it?" he museS eff
she likes me, l may as well marrE her as
any one else. I never saw but onSSwhom
[ really fancied. and She"
But there Angus Diapers soliloquies
invariably stopped. n
1t was nearly a week subsequently, that
Miss Helena Fontaine sat in her dress.
ing ROOM, the victim of a very bad tenn
per.
sits too badr" pouted Helena, as
she jerked the the curl papers out of her
magnificent golden hair. 81 wish he'd
propose, if he's going tol I wonder
how long he's going to be about it, and
/ missing the best chances of the season.!
Angelique!"
Her maid appeared, with a startled
air, at the imperative peal of Miss Fon-
taine's little silver bell.
.Yes, mademoiselle!n
"Have Gold 8 Jet sent home that
wreath OF lilies of the Valley
"No, mademoiselle."
ssSend papa hereis
Mr.. Fontaine obeyed his daughters
summons.
"Papa," began Helena, frowning un-
til her pretty forehead looked as il it
were quilted, s.that wreath has not
come home from Gold & Jett's, and
Stephania WHY'S is to be married to-
morrowln
"WelI, my dear, I don't really see
what we can do about it,"
sBut I dol You must go there at
once, and If it isn't done, get the young
woman's address, and hurry her up"
aBut Helen, / am particularly en-.
gagged
81 can't help it; I must have the
fowersls
Mr.. Fontaine knew better than to in.
cur any more decided demonstration of
his daughters wrath; he turned away
without a remonstrance.
sDraper," he said to the gentleman
he met at the club rooms, SAT wish you
would get them wax flowers fer Helena.
She has quite set her heart on them, and
/ haven't time to attend to the business.
Taey will give you the address at Gold
s. Jett's.o
81 shall be very happy to oblige Miss
Fontaine, y said Major Draper, mechani-
cally.
He sauntered into Gold & Jets. aNos
the wreath ordered by Mss Fontaine
had not yet been sent. Tney were very
s~ony--the young lady was generally
more punctual.n
what's the address?"
aNumber - Grow street, second
floor"
Angus Draper had got nearly half way
to Grow street before he recollected that
he mad forgotten to ask the young per-
sons name.
VERY awkward Of me-" deliberated
the Major, shut | suppose ! a ask for
the wax-fower maker"
No. - Grow street was a rusty red
brick house, with that forlorn look about
it which so plainly individ ualizes most
tenement houses.
A plump little girl was nursing q 20
Iossal baby on the step. To her Major
Draper addressed himself.
"Does q young person live here who
makes wax aowersf' he asked.
stOl, yes, sir; that's Aggie's sister.
It's the saoand Gnor cir. tha tast door al