The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1897-02-25

OF SOilu nedVlneSS! On, lnal ISL u Sc
cret drawer! It's only a place to put
and canes In. | used to be |
certain there was secret drawer in 1t
when was child. But I've changed |
my mind now"
John Barton walked slowly around |
the settle, eying it from every point Of
view. Miss Penriff watched him.
Yes, 1t is beautyr' said he. What
will you take for 1t, Miss Penriff2'
81 hardly think you can afford to buy
it, young man" said the elderly lady,
grimly.
John Barton Redeemed little.
"0h, as for that" said he, rather awk-
wardly, I'm representing some one
else. Personally, perhaps"
"Well," said Miss Penriff, cit cost
three hundred dollars. But don't ex-
pect to get its full value"
Aunt Keziah would take hundred"
fiuttered Dolly, eff"
Very WELL" said Mr.. Barton, 'its
place who could help me lift it into the
wagonT"
There's old Silas Virgins beyond
the big rock" suggested Dolly.
And while Johnny Barton was gone
for him, the old lady sat down on the
settle, where the yellow sunshine glim-
mered and the smell of late mignon-
nette came in at the window.
Here was where used to sit," said
she "There was big stained glass win
dow in the hall just over it, and great
fireplace beyond, where they burned
such big black logs of cold, winter
nights. ind there, In the other corner,
my lover used to sit"
Her voice quivered; a tear sparkled
in the faded blue eyes behind the steel
trimmed spectacles.
"Oh, Aunt keziahr' cried Dolly, sud
denly fiinging her arms around the old
lady's neck. Il never knew you had
lover.
Does any woman ever live to be 20
/ without lover childT' said Miss Pen
riff. But your grandfather was very
ambitious man. He was losing money
in those South Sea shipping ventures
even then, though | didn't know it
and he wanted me to marry rich man
and retrieve the family fortunes. And
Henry was poor"
WAS that his name, Aunt Keziah 2
$50 | never married at all, went OF
Miss Penriff. "Good-by, old settler
And, with infinite pathos, she touch
ed her lips lightly to the biggest of til,
griffin's heads.
But Dolly held tight to her aunt
hand; she chung around her neck witt
passionate kisses.
"Now you know, Aunt Keziah," sal,
she, almost in a sob, why l didn't ac
eept Orlando Daley. Now you know
why | love Johnny Barton. Johnn
isn't rich. but neither was your Henry
Oh, Aunt Keziah, you won't blam
met
Dear mer' said Miss Penrifs, in
sort of bewildered way. you don
! mean to say"
Yes, do" said Dolly, turning pin
and white, like the tall hollyhocks (
the garden gate. 1T was only la
night when we walked home from I'll
/, prayer meeting together. | couldn
think of what Elder johnson was sa.
!, ing because of Johns blue eyes, an
;, it all seemed like dream to me, unt
', he asked me to try and love him Il
: tie"
= And do you love him, Dorothy?'
: I'D ride around the whole world wi
him in that old covered cart, If "
only say yes" sobbed the girl. Il dor
:. care for money or rank. | only huD
. that love john
And she slipped back into the sha
= ows as Johnny Barton and old Sill
: Virgins came to lift out the mahogal
settle.
Miss Penriff watched them aron
a mist of tears.
Here was the blossoming out Of trtl
a and love, and all that blessed dis
O. gard of ways and means that OF
comes in the dawn of life. She had q
10 grown it all. but 1t was story that
70 peated itself with each new generate
She remembered that Mr.. Oakley h
said that John Barton was u go
nt fellow enough. She looked at the {
settle where she and Henry Hartfe
n had sat years ago, and she beckon
at softly to Dolly.
Of Dorothy" said she, III you love
ID lad, take him. IL was young oncel
In And then she went back into
house. SO that she might not see
old griffins, with the claw feet, be-
= carried away.
Only two weeks afterward Dc
at came eagerly to her aunt.
ST. Johns uncle is coming down Fl
New York." said she, "the gentlen
ng who bought the mahogany settle.
I wasn't for store, Aunt Keziah, /
I'D John bought 1t. 1t was for his ,
ch house. He's very rich, and John is
ew only heir. And he liked my phs
graph, and he's coming to see y,u
lG. night Doesn't 1t sound exactly IN
story -paper?" faltered happy Do
ed who's that knocking at the doors
ar can't be Johns uncle alreadyw
Of Miss Penriff's drawn face had bril-
enSd into sudden radiance.