Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1895-05-18

long as am 50 near % >ec the author
u thL, rare work.
The importer smiled shrenilr.
Won can assur me tina. vau are no
dealer OF importer IL this line like NY
4lfg
Mos; assuredly. answered Fred
erick. with considerable scorn IN his
voicc.
And that You viii buy the si-no-.
ina work from NE and moi; from hero"
Il think said 50 once. Frederick
responded making q note O.: the i'm.
porters "~siynorina-
An well, it can 90 10 harm. though
The signorina i incapaci,ei from work
b. IN accident TO her right hand sew
e-al weeks ago. Here. Au-1uio.1 And
he motioned to a li,:le darl; boy dust
Ing vases IN q corner, where he had
escaped Frederick notice. Here.
Antonio, sar, take this gentleman to
the siguo-ina'S, and don't Be long about
it,
Antonio was instantly a, the stair
door. reckoning Frederick 70 follow
bin into the by-aliey.
Placing a Il: coin within the impor-
ters easy reach. Frederick hastened
after his small guide, turning up and
down a labyrinth Of tootways till they
came out upon 4 street in front OF an
old palszzo that must have been doing
is best to decay and crumble away for
the las, hundred years. Antonio
raised the knocker. held out his dusky
palm for his Zee, then cla.tered away
as Il an unseen tasknaster were after
him with a whip.
The door was opened by a neat serv-
ing-woman, who admitted Frederick
without a question, and carried his
card TO a fair, blonde young woman in
the adjoining room.
There was a suppressed sound OF sur.
prise, a slight rustic Of draperies, and
Frederiek looked up to find himself in
the presence Of, not a dark. madonna.
faced balances, but a sweet little
bobolink Of a woman. who two seasons
before had been the belle Of the set he
had gone ont with in New York.
Marie Furgerson,r he exclaimed.
Frederick Madson.7 she cried. hold
ing out her left hand TO him, for the
right one was in bandages.
Explain he said.
Tell me" She said. in turn; "have
you ONE to take Inc homer
"l-oh-' he stammered, unable to
be connective. II don't think | under.
stand. Is it you that carved that beau.
tiful scrcen?"
"Yes many of them" she nodded.
They are what nurse and | live on,
now that mamma is dead, and the
money all gone"
"All gomez he asked, fer when he
had known her there had been so much.
Yes. Papa lost it all, but | did not
mind as long as | could cut worries; that
is such lovely work. A dear old ltal-
ian showed me how and lent me his
patterns; but now my right hand is in
jured. | ran a sharp instrument into
1t, and as can't work, cabled to my
New York friends that | would come
home, so ! fancied just in my surprise
that perhaps they had sent you to see
to my going home; but, then, | am for
getting that it would not Is correct, as
neither of us is married"
But we might be-" he %intcrposed,
recalling the time that Marie Fergu.
son had seemed all the world to him,
till he heard of her engagement to a
man he so honestly disliked that he had
tried hard to forget both.
IL was never engaged to Richard
Hart" she said, a little resentfully, as
if reading his thoughts. "lie never
was the mar l most cared for"
WHO wasp he asked, drawing near
er.
She hung her head with u Scotch
daisy flush.