The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1900-08-11

held out your arms, with the gladdest cry
| ever heard oh, take me home, vii
lie !! YOU cried. 4 was trying to find the
end of the rainbow : did take you
home, and you slept every bit of the way
with your little wet head cuddled on my
shoulder Do you know, cannot help
thinking that YOU are-are going to find
the end Of another rainbow Priscilla
No-ah, no What a cruel prophe
cv r. She laughed a little nervously.
Here we are The train-is it on
time, | wonder
The train was on time The Willitses
were on hand Gaunt and lugubrlous
they loomed up on the platform.
Don worry about me, Aunt Mary!
Priscilla eu,reated II Il come to see
YOU. aud I'll bring you real camel hair
shawl aad a velvet gown 2
Never mind them returned Mrs.
Willis huskily But you come, sure T.
Never mind them come, sure
urged Elihu ike an echo
They kissed her Lester held her hand
tight minute Then the train was
writhing eastward ike great black serpent
Such different world was that into
which she went-sueh a world Of ease, Of
luxury. Of artistic delight At first she
wa- delciously dazed by it all The I'M
meise. beautiful house; the velvet laid
corridos. the trained, deit servants; the
crested. fragrant linen, the tall, reddish
sideboard on which the silver CLEANED a
drift of moonGt irust, the high jars Of
aromatic rnse leaves: the enhancing, gold
bound pictures, the glowing drapcries, the
lo,,e masses Of cut howers, the universal
air Of alootness, made mp the environment
of ideal existence
Then her grandparents were such charm
In. old ari,tocrats Money could never
have made them First centuries before,
were blood aud breeding The advant-
ages which money could buy had supple
mented these. They decided that per
sonally Priscilla was perfection. Masters
of music. If dancing, Of languages, came
daily. and the polish of accomplishments
was added ta her store Of fascination
Abroad her grandparents were de-
li.hted with the sensation she created.
Wuh her natural intelligence stimulated
to the utmost, her fresh young beauty set
of with Pari-lan toilets she was quite the
tnost hewitchiug creature society had seen
for a long time She wrote regularly to
the old couple on Dry creek She en-
loved her life heartily At Rome It's cur
reut was changed She fell in love with
singer whose superb voice and face Of
briundish beauty had taken the musical
world by storm Old Calvin Whyland
frowned on the affair He took his grand
daughter away De Lakuier followed
obtained an interview Carried away by
his earuestuess, his personality, his pas
sion, she promised to marry him. Her
grandfather heard of it questioned her.
Ask hun cried the old man, CHASTITY
with rage, ''ifhe wants you OF the money
he believes yuu viii inherit
Never she replied with seorn. Il
shall never so insult him
\ fortnight latter Mr. Whylaud caught
the Roman fever aud died When his
will was opened it was found to bear the
date Of his interview with his rebelhous
srandchId. After certain share 10 his
wife all his estate was left to a distant
branch of his family Priscilla was pen
niless She took the news lightly. She
had Adrain love. He heard the rumor
He crime to see her.
Yes. she answered him 1t is
true have been disinherited.
He rose. He took up his hat. He
bowed profoundly
..You are the sweetest woman in the
world, Miss WhyIand, but | must say
goodby.
She stared at him in bewilderment
All at once comprehension, complete aud
terrible, came TO her She was jilted J
You mean -
THAT lin your expressive tongue
am a scoundrel I Forgive me if you can.
Goodby =
Then he was gone.
x x X = X
The spirit of spring was abroad. The
newly turned furrows in the cornfeldS
were black and moist. Lines of tender
green defined the hoIlows in the scared
earth. Everywhere was the subtle sense
of awakening, everywhere the wholesome,
familiar smell of green things growing
The trees along the creek had burst into
myriads of brownish buds Once in awhile
sounded the contented note of the meadow
lark from its nest in the prairie grasses.
I'm be glad when the young chickens
are fit to fry, Mrs. Willis was saying.
She leaned forward to lay the circle of
biscuit dough she held on the bubbling
contents of the big iron pot. Not but
that a fat old one does make good pot
pie Ny How Priscilla relished my
potpie The dear child that p
She turned sharply. A woman stood
Just without the open door, stately and
beautiful woman. She was gowned in
soft fawn color, and the hat on the golden
hair was mass of ehangeable purple bloom
She held out little gloved hands.
"Aunt Mary Don't you know me p
For an instant the woman by the stove
stood -motionless, enraptured. Then
she rushed forward. She swept the radi
ant vision into her breathless embrace.
She had not known such happiness since
the rainy, sweet scented spring night when
Elihu had kissed her on the way home
from prayer meeting.
My-dear-lttle-girl !
81 am not rich = She was laughing
and sobbing, her lips seeking repeatedly
the wrinkled old cheek. | ''did not even
bring you the velvet gown, Grandpa
died, you know, and -