The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1894-12-12
SOMERSET Pa WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER
WHOLE NO. 2263.

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her possessions, an trying u learn
s0mething of the ciaraet RS of the peo-
pie among whom it might b, advisable
to pass great portion OF her life.
wonder what they will say wlel they
know the trIth? / hii foolish dis
ike Of being w3-siipP,I "a thc rich
4 proprietress OF the bcj. estIte in the
country hop,d / might be li,lel for
self alOne-mOre than liked perhaps.
| let him believe that had very mol
crate m ans he 1ii NJ sem lik, thc
ordinary fort In.-hIatcr. Al, m, |
have bsen punished for M deception ,
! love him, and he has east me aside
like a torn glove. One parting shot
/ they shall haye-a wOmanish ven
/ geance perhaps, but very sweet"
So, saying, Mrs. Douglas made a neat
package Of the handkerchief which
had been bound round her wrist, and
addressed il 10 Frederick StapletOn,
Esq, TrOwn Lodge" Accompany the
l Pateh16t Nsa1 a btAti iiOtc VI tiiiAh7f "
which she appended her full name,
"Dorothea Douglas-Hadfe.d, nee Ber-
risford, Of Barnascone."
On the following dIy the notice
"Rooms to Let" again hung in Mrs.
Pawson's window her dodgers had
gone she knew not whittier.
( al. .r
Stapleton and Pilley knew no bounds.
Fred had dropped Mrs. Douglas-Had-
fields note into his mothers lap, with
some whitening sarcastic remark about
women's ability to judge each other.
The maddening perplexities of the
whole affair rendered him weIl-nigh
beside himself What could it all
mean? The handwriting was that Of
a lady, the style faultless, and the paper
/ bore the BarnascOne crest.
In a fever Of doubt and perplexity he
ordered his horse and gave il free rein
/ 1t took him across country To Bassett.
/ Passing the Fannagan's humble dwell
A
that met his gaze. Mikes mourning
relatives and friends We're disporting
/ themselves on the grass. One af them,
who wore black garments the cut of
which was painfully familiar to him,
was al that moment, amid shouts of
merrimant, taking a whiff at a short
black pipe, the smoke from which par
italy veiIed the white Grape cap inside
the girls bonnet.
"What internal jugglery i this ~
mgttered the amazed Fred to himself.
as he suddenly pulled up his horse.
"Hpw came you by those clothes,
Trixie?' he asked of the rose-faced las
sic with the Guilty pipe in her brown
fingers.
Young Mr.. Fred was a favorite with
the gypsy maiden, and she was always
ready for a chat with him.
''Mrs. Douglas gave them to me-the
saints bless her soul ~
"Where has she gone? Do you
know ~
''T0 place where there amt no
streets, nor horses, nor nothing-where
they goes about in long black boats,
and dances in the moonlight all night.
My eyes, but wish she had taken me
too -
''Venice - Fred exclaimed half aud
IDLY, with q deep sigh Of relief.
Not until months later did Trixie un-
derStand what she had down 10 earn
the bright gold sovereign which Mr..
Fred dropped into her brown palm.
\ week later, a. Mrs. Dou gla,- Had
field sat in the Piazza San Marco lis
tening to the music, a gentleman ap-
preached and begged the favor of few
moments conversation. The gentle
man was Fred StapIeton, and his re-
quest was Jelly granted.
Gradually the lee melted however,
and a smile of amusement illuminated
DorOthea's beautiful fac,
'Dinc with M this evening, Ir. S:a-
pieton, and then you can give me every
particular of yOIr mos, entertaining
story" she said at the close of their
first interview on Italian soil.
\ few months later S0rby was wildly
excited over the preparations for fifty
welcoming home Mr.. Fred StapletOn
and his lovely bride Dorothea, mistress
of Barnasconc.