El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-05-12

hand Of your daughter. your little Liz
zie. l love her more than my life
Judge Ray
"You cannot have herl No, sirl
look for something higher for m.
daughter than a confidential clerk l
that is all, bid you good evening"
Next night the judge rode slowly
home to dinner. feeling presentimen
| of evil
"Where is Lizzie?' he inquired O.
Blanche as he entered the coy dining
| room.
Sin her room, suppose, mourning
| after her dear clerk.
''Well, call her to dinner, child"
Blanche went, but returned lmmedi
ately with pale, frightened face.
''She Is not there, papa, but this note
lay on her table,
The judge broke the seal and read,
with a face that had grown suddenly
pale:
''By the time that you read these
words, dearest papa, your little Lizzie
will be another's. 1 shall be married &c
Mr.. Hartley. 1 hope it is not wrong.
for indeed do love him very much. -
As he folded the note with stern fea-
lures light step crossed the threshold,
and Lizzie's arms were around his
neck, the confidential clerk standing at
the door with face where pride and
indomitable resolution struggled for the
mastery.
"Papa, forgive usi'
''I'n see you hanged irstr' roared
the old gentleman. "Begone, both of
you'll Beg, starve, but never come to
me for assistancer'
ooh, papa" pleaded Lizzie. 81 want
to explain"
81 won't hear you. :"
''Be it so" said the clerk. "Come
my little wife; we have each other left,
you know and they went from the
house.
Blanche, surrounded by an atmos-
phere of lavender and eau de cologne,
was just coming out of the Mysteries
into which Lizzie's unprecedented con-
duct had thrown her when there came
a ring at the bell, and a gentleman
bearing foreign looking carpetbag
was ushered in.
els this Mr.. Ray2"
The judge bowed, hardly knowing
whether to embrace him as Herbert ST.
Leon or to repulse him as an emissary
from the confidential clerk.
"Ah, so 1 concluded. Is Mr.. st.
Leon here?"
''Mr. st. Leon, sir. is in Paranham,
Brazil
81 think you are mistaken, sir, as
have been informed he is at this mo-
ment in his native village
''Herbert st. Leon at home and not
send word to me, his agent? must go
to the hall Immediately.
Blanche arose from the sofa, shaking
the bright drops of cologne from her
curls. "You will be sure and bring
him home to dinner, papa, won you p
'I'n try, Blanche; I'll try
''Oh, papa, you are trying to draw
on your boots over your slippersl'
$50 am, but this little affair has so
upset me-" He was up and away.
The lights glimmered brightly from
the Gothic windows of the hall and
winked defiance at the clustering storm
without as the judge rang the bell at
the great front door.
stMr. st. Leon-has he arrived?''
The servant bowed and ushered him
into a room whose superbly arranged
furniture struck Mr.. Ray with an in
definite idea of luxury.
Lizzie was standing by tall alabas-
ter vase that stood in the bay window,
arranging the tropic vines that curled
around its standard, and the light from
the colored lamps shone down on the
curly head so dear to the judges heart
The confidential clerk stood near.
81 wish to see your master, young
man.
81 am at your service, sir.
"You arel Who the mischief cares
whether you are or not2 wish to see
Mr.. ST. Leon.
"Herbert st. Leon is my name, sir. B"
''You? Why, 1 thought you were the
confidential clerk"
81 never tcld you 1 was. You took
that for granted. AS the confidential
clerk wooed and won your daughter.
As Herbert st. Leon 1 could have gained
no greater treasure.
cts all a mistake from beginning
to end. Son-in-law, you're a trump.
Come here, Lizzie, and kiss your old
father New York Times.
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