The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1897-11-27

"a: o. m p1tS, ~stes a sn
,~| asters were all
g ~ blaze of vivi(
color, to enjoy
The sunset; but she didn't enjoy il
any more, after Muriade Vail had
told her the news. There was band
playing in the little park, whose green
grass and sparkling fountain formed
such o pretty picture, but she did not
hear its music any longer.
married." said Miss Delavigue,
lifting her hands and drawing sepul.
chral Sigh married! Does the
whole world think, and dream, and
trouble itself abort nothing else?"
I'm very sorry, aunt" said Muri-
sde, "but-"
ono, you are not" interrupted Miss
Delayigue. Don't begin, at this late
day, to tell me falsehoods."
II don't mean that I'm sorry be-
cause I've promised to marry Tom, -
said Muriade, with bright spot on
each cheek, "because that would be q
talsehood. No, indeed, I'm not sorry;
but [ mean I'm vexed to disappoint
you, aunt"
Muriade was dark, spanish-eyed
girl, with brows like two perfect
arches; q red, cherry -cleft mouth, and
tho most roguish of dints, scarcely
large enough to be dignifed with the
name of dimple, that came and went
IN capricious fashion in her chin.
She stood, with folded hands and
head slightly dropped, before the
prim, elderly lady, whose black silk
dress resolved itself into such perfect
folds, and whose iron-gray curls hung
so precisely on either side of her face.
Didn't 1 take you when you were
seven years old, and bring you up as
ayoung lady should be brought up?"
sadly demanded Miss Delavigue.
"Yes, aunt"
and haven'tI had you educated
Of Mademoiselle Melisse's, with extra
piano lessons, and your voice cult
waited at two dollars q lesson?" went
on the old lady.
Eyes, aunt" confessed Muriade.
And" severely went ON the cate.
chist, 'just as you were getting to be
areal companion for me in my advanc-
ing years, You forget all this, and run
Oft with--Tom Whitworth."
IL haven't run off with him, auntw
Dashed out Muriade, scarcely knowing
whethersto laugh or cry.
But you would if you couldn't
wiring consent from me. You know
You would" said Miss Delavigue,
You'd scramble down ladder. or
climb out of fourth-story window"
II love him, aunt" said Muriade,
earnestly; ''aud he loves me-"
" Rubbish" said Aunt Delavique
with an energy which nearly tipped
her eyeglasses from her Roman nose
You mean that he loves your expecta-
tons. He loves the idea of inheritine
my money and this brown-stone house
and all the shares in the Mexican sill
yer mines: That's the beginning and
the end of it,"
Never, aunt" cried poor Muriade,
That's WE'LL" grimly pronounced
MISS Delavigue; because I've nv
own Ideas on the subject I don't {
know that I'm at all too old to marry
myself" ;
"Aunt!" exclaimed Muriade, in sur ]
prise. g
"Why not?' said Miss Delavigue, /
Il suppose there can be old fools as a
we'll rs young ones" n
But" pleaded Muriade, "are you I
n earnest?" :
"Why shouldn't be in earnest?" T
Aunt" burst out Muriade, lis it g
Major darlington? Is it? Oh, I
now ut is! And oh, aunt, dear, I do 7
% hope you will be happy! And Ma h
or Larkins ton is perfectly splendid,
lnce he got his false teeth, only, aunt, b
o"Aoto o0oIloS VI liz ABOUT the liz
var IN Florlda-won't you get tired of G,
hem, if you're obliged to hear them
very day?" "
Miss Delavigue looked in some per- r
lexlty at her niece. She had sun n
osed that this hint would have filled Il
lurlade with dismay and disappoint- b,
lent; but on the contrary that young as
'dy appeared to accept the idea as the in
lost natural thing in the world. And
ON Whitworth, CHANGING, entirely by NJ
ccident, of course, to come in lust y,
bout that time, coincidedi in Muriade's ri
lew OF affairs entirely. Ia
'"The jolliest thing I ever heard Of" tn
eclared Tom, who was a fair-com- 81
[exioned young Saxon, with curlyyel-
w locks, a blonde moustache and SUI St
erb teeth-which latter was a for he
mate circumstance, because Tom
'hltworth was always laughing. cts D.
gular middle-aged romance!" tw
II dare say, said Miss Delavigue, ba