The Florence daily tribune., 1899-04-10

hand of your daughter, your little Liz
r' [ love her more than my lite.
Judge Ray
"Yau cannot have her No cir
look for something higher for my
daughter tnnn confidential clerk. II
shat is all bid you coed evening g
Nesi night the judge rode slowly
home tu dinner. feeling presentiinent
Of evil
''Where is LizzieG" he inquired Of
Blanche as he entered the coy dining
room.
lin her room. | suppose. mourning
after her dear clerk.
well. call her TO dinner, child. 4"
Blanche went, but returned immedi
atciY will a pale, frightened face.
'Sho Is not there. papa. but this note
bay ON her table.
The judee 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
viii he another's 5. | shall be married 10
Mr. nartlcy / hope it is net wrong.
fur indeed | do love him very much. -
As he folded be note with stern fea-
tures light stcp crossed the threshold.
and Id4zie's arms were around his
neck, the conddrntial clerk standing at
the door with face whore pride and
indomitable resolution 5, uggled for the
mastery.
Papa, forgive usl"
I'm see you hanged frstl" roared
the old gentleman "Berone, both Of
you Beg, siarve, but never come to
me for asiatunccl'
"Oh. papa, pleaded Lizzie, II want
to explain
Il won hear you, "
''llo it 80, said the clerk. Come
my little wife we have each Other left
you know and they went from til,
doust
blanche, surrounded by an atmos-
pheve Of lavender and eau de cologne
was just coming ont of the Mysteries
into which Liz2ie's Unprecedented con
iuct lad thrown her when there came
ring at the bell, and gentleman
bearing foreign looking carpetbag
was ushered in.
''ls this Mr.. RayF'
The judIe bowed, hardly knowing
whether 20 embrace him as Herbert ST
Leon or 70 repulse him as an emissary
from the confidential clerk.
"Ah, SO | concluded. Is Mr. st
Leon hcrcr
"Ale. St Leon, air. is in Paranham,
Brazil
al think you are mistaken, sir, as
have been il -ormed he is at this mo-
ment i'll his native village
"Herbert st. Leon at home aud not
send word to me, his agentS l must 20
to The hnll Immediately.
Blanche arose from the sofa, shaking
the bright drops of cologne from her
curls "You viii be sure and bring
hnn homo 10 dinner, papa, won you
81 IN try, Blanche; III try.
"Oh, papa. you are trying to draw
on your hootq over yorr slippersl''
so am. hut this little affair has SO
upsei me He was mp and away
The lights glimmered brightly from
the Gothic windows of the hill and
winlied d, iiance at the clustering storm
without as the judge rang the hell at
tue l1ent front door,
"Mr. St Leon Inns he arrived ?
The servant bowed and ushered him
into a room who sc superbly arranged
furniture struck Mr.. Ray with an in
definite idea Of luxury.
Lizzie was standing by "A tall alabas
ter vase that stood in the bay window
arranging the tropic vines that curlod
around its standard. and the light from
the colorcd lamps shone down on the
curly head SO dear to the judges heart
Tho confidential clerk stood near
al wish to see your master, young
man.
II ann ut your service, sir.
"Gou are Who the mischief cares
whether you are or not9 / wish to see
Mr. ST. Leon =
Herbert st. Leon is my name, sir
"Youy Why | thought you were the
confidential clerk /"
81 never tcld You ! was, You took
that for granted, As the confidential
clerk wooed and won your daughter
As Herbert st. Leon could have gained
no greater treasure.
ITS all mistake from beginning
To end Son-iulaw, you're trump
Come here, Lizzie, and kiss your old
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