Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1894-06-08

is not ner real manner Are you sure
that is what the letter said?"
"You can read it YOURSELF" | told
her
She did, from beginning to end, and
want the least ground for thinking /
wrote it.
but you really mustn't be angry
with me for seeming so suspicious, she
said. "She was such pretty-appear-
ing girl it don't seem Oh, dear, dear,
l am SO disappointed If George had
got to fall in love with poor girl l
don't see why it couldn't have been one
like the Courtneys or the Jacobs They
haven't cent in the world, people say,
but they go in the very best society,
and would be such help to George
Though I'm sure l thought Miss Sell
lers- There, they are coming now.
Please stay, Miss Jewett 1t dom
seem as if could face them alone"
Of course | was willing to oblge the
poor thing, so l waited, and in they
came. He looked big and handsome,
and as if his mother might have been a
Jacob herself, for the matter of blood;
and she with her cheeks as red as
roses, her eyes dropping, and half
smile on her lips. But she stopped
quick enough when she saw Mrs, John
son crying, and the look gave her.
Have you had bad news?" she
asked, looking frightened. rs any
thing the matter? Have-have done
anything?"
turned my back and looked out of
the window. Mrs, johnson cried lit
tie harder and didn't answer.
Speak, Clara!" shouted her brother,
taking hold of her shoulder. What
in the name Of common sense is the
matter?'
"I-oh, George, | know you'll be
dreadfully angry, and not believe a
word of it" she whimpered. But
really it seems to be true. Miss Jewett
has written to her cousin about it, and
she says they can't find anything what
she did before she came there, and that
one of the girls has let out that Sellers
isn't her real name at all. And-oh,
Bessie, how could you deceive us so!
You know how pleased I've been to see
George take such fancy to you, and
never minded at all about you being
poor, and now"
CLARA, will you stop?" shouted her
brother, turning the color of piece of
scarlet cloth. Il believe, Miss Sellers, "
he stammered, turning to her, that it
is-a-hardly necessary to say that
whatever communication these ladies
may have to make will not make
the slightest difference in the feeling
of-a-respect | have for you II
you have changed your name, and-a-
I'm sure you have good reason for it,
whether you tell it or not"
He want a very fluent speaker.
Poor mani Blood will tell, and OF
course it couldn't be expected,) But
his nearing was plain enough. gave
a little sniff, couldn't help it, at the
thought of such infatuation; and Miss
Sellers turned around to me, her eyes
sparkling like diamonds.
1T is you l have to thank for this,
she said. you wished TO disgrace me-
to undermine the confidence of the only
friends | have in the place. But l an
glad to say that you have not succeed
ed. d id change my name. Not be
cause | was ashamed of it. But we
were very poor; some of us girls mus
earn our own living. l would no
have minded for myself, but it hur
papa to have the old name brought 81
low, and so, when obtained position
in dressmaker's shop 1 took my
mothers. It"
Mrs johnson had dropped her hand
kerchief
"Old name!" she cried "rhen it maj
be all right, after all Who are you?
81 am Bessie Courtney. And, oh
Mrs. Johnson" the tears coming int
her eyes all at once, II meant to tel
you this very evening. did, indeed
You have all been so kind to m
that"
But / didn't wait to hear the rest
1t want anything | was particularly
interested in, and I'd other things OF
my mind. Of course what I'd done wa
only out of good nature, and there /
some might think l deserved thank
for it, as long as my intentions wer
all right, But knew they wouldn'
look at it in that way, and | left tn
house the very next morning.
And now he's married her! hadn'
doubt but what he would when the
found out who she was; and dare sa
the deceitful mink planned the Who'll
thing just to get acquainted with him
But it shows what her ideas are.
Courtney, who can trace her ancestor
straight back to kings and queens, t
take up with man whose mothe
worked out! Not but what Georg
Brown was thousand times too goo
: for her.-Pauline Phelps, in Leslie
l Newspaper