Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1893-03-09

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just come in with two passengers.
Ladies, both of them; one, appar-
emily thirty years old. the other.
scarcely seventeen; and as they sat
there warming themselves by the ho-
tel fire, the landlord touched his wife's
shoulder, and whispered to her: Fur
rinersl.'
For there was something in the cut
of their curious fur-lined draperies. tine
shape of their neat Grape hats, the
very way in which they unconsciously
carried themselves. which was as for
eigu as the Harseil,aise itself, although
there was no acceEt in their voices as
they questioned whether any convey
ance from Barnet Hill had been sent to
meet them. And the landlord was
right: for Genevieve and Genevra Bal
lace were the daughters of American
pareutage born in sunny France.
Orphaned and alone, they were COM
ing to America to claim the protection
of n relative of their mother. Cousin
Fred as they had been taught to call
him.
do You suppose he will be good to
us?' Genevra, the dimpled seventeen
year-older, asked, as she sat with her
cheek against Genevieve's shoulder.
II hope SO. darling" said the elder.
''No one but brute could be unkind
to you.''
For little golden-haired, rose-lipped
Genevra was one of those human sun
beams who take every heart by storm,
and in her deep mourning she looked
even sweeter and more attractive than
her ordinary wont. And dark-eyed
Genevieve, thirteen years older than
her sister, had long ago unselfishly put
aside her own. personality and identi-
fed herself entirely with the household
pet and beauty.
II wonder if he is n cross old crab.
pondered Genevra, as she drank the
tea brought to her by the landlady, and
. basked in the welcome warmth of the
blazing logs, ''or n whimsical old
bachelor, full Of caprices. Oh, Gene
We've! Don't you dread to meet him?"
Genevieve smiled.
Little oue," said she. don't fret.
Whatever happens, we shall he togeth-
CIR. and
But, just then, the landlord came
bustling in.
The double sleigh from Barnet Hill,
ladies' he said. rubbing his hands.
'And Mr.. Barnet himself has come"
Close on the landlords words came
Mr.. Barnet, of Barnet Hill, tall.
handsome man of about thirty, with
bright-brown hair clustering over a
noble forehead. keen, black eyes and
features clear and perfect as those of
the Apollo Belvide-e.
Are these my cousins?" he said,
pleasantly. "You are welcome to
Barnet, Genevieve and Genevra."
Instinctively. little Genevra put her
hand to her disheveled curls. Had she
expected to see anyone but a wrinllled,
old sexagenarian, she would have taken
more pains with her toilet. But Gene
We've rose and smilingly put her hand
into the extended palm of her cousin.
1t was a long, snowy drive to Barnet
Hill, but Cenevra declared, joyously,
that it was worth it all, when they
were ushered into the great, old-fash-
toned drawing-room with its blazing
cannel-coal fires, its yellow-s satin cur
tains and the moss-soft carpet On which
the football made no sound.
do you know" said Cousin Fred,
laughing, 'that l was expecting to
frocks and thick boots?"
..And do you know" retorted GEN
ezra. that our minds were fully pre-
pared to behold a rheumatic old gen.
tleman with a crutch?'
And in fifteen minutes they We're on
the footing of old friends.
But they had scarcely lived six
months at Barnet Hill before the inev-
table little cloud like mans hand"
arose on their atmosphere.
ssGenevieve," said Mr.. Barnet, rather
cravely, one DAY, Il wish you would
warn dear little Gypsy against that
Capt. Allaire. Hes pleasant, anus
ing fellow. know: but he's scarcely
the person I should select for any girls
husband"
Eyes, Cousin Fred, I will speak to
her" said Genevieve, signing softly, as
she wondered what spell Genevra pos
sessed to win all hearts to herself. from
stately Cousin Fred to the handsome,
dashing young captain of artillery.
s.But have you reasoned with her on
the subiect?"
Half a dozen times" said Barnet
ssBut she only laughs at me-"
Geneyieve was silent. She wondered
If popular rumor was correct, and
Frederic Barnet really did love little
Genevra so hopelessly. so dearly.
Genevra came home late that even
ing in the rosy sunset, with scarlet
wild flowers in her hair.
II have been to the village" she
said. with Capt Allaire."
..Oh. Genevra" pleaded the elder Sis
ter. s.Vheu Fred thinks"
1T don't care what Fred thinks" in
terrupted the beauty. with toss OF
her head. Listen, Genevieve, have
= secret to tell you: Twas married to
Can't. Allaire this afternoon"
..Msrriel?'" echoed Genevieve. "Oh,
.Genevraw
..Iooar 1t my wedding-ring. said the
wild littie gypsy. holding mp her pref
~. taunr finger. ..Yes. married-real-
IL and actually married! am Mrs.
Alfaire now" with an amusing as
.eumuticu OF matronly dignity.
.sfsut Cousin Fred"
.Cousin Fred may help himself Il he
cam said Genevfa. audaciousiy. Per.
h.ns Won don't know. Jenny. that
consin Fred himself means to be mar
-risd very soon-
Gensvieve turned pale