The Jennings daily record., 1902-07-21
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BY T. u.
BY I. u.

A grand party is to be held in her
hOme-the guests are already arriving
music nd laughter fill the air--brii-
liant--but bark! wild cry rings
through the building. and great cOnfu-
sion is in the lower hall.
What is it?" all asked wildly.
MIR. Villiars has fallen to the floor
in Il fit," is the answer
All hurry downstairs. and five. ten
minutes pass before Mr.. villisrs re-
covers, then he speaks few words
and expires in the middle OF his sen
tnnce.
His last words We're these. spoken
in faltering voice. while his eyes
rested on Louis's face. who bent kind
ly over him:
Louis. you know what l would like
Il can trust you-take my place to
Vesta-be kind to her-give--" death
claimed him and the rest was nnspo-
ken
Two weeks after the funeral Louis
asked Vest for her hand, which she
declined to give him.
Then he told her ii she would not
marry HIM she should leave the house
and earn her own living; that 1t was
his mothers money that enabled her
father to become so wealthy. and now
it all belonged lawfully 20 him.
The fair young Nesta listened to
him, but said nothing, but the next
morning she was missing. This didn't
annoy Louis; he told those who i'll
quired after her that she had gone
away on vis,
Vesta had been in Boston two days
and had not yet succeeded in getting
anything to do.
She is tired and weary yet she can
not give up the search: she must find
something to do TO keep herself from
starving.
Turning from the window with Il
heavy sigh she says. Il will answer
that advertisement; perhaps ! shall be
more fortunate this time"
Tying on her black Grape hat over
her soft, yolden-b brown curlS she left
the house
Soon she was on Washington street
and after IL weariSOmc. long walk IN
der the hot sun she stood before Nine.
G.-a grand millinery establishment.
With IL palpitating heart She entered
and in her soft, silvery voice told her
err:ud
But, alas. the same heart -sickeninS.
soft words met her here as they had
done every place else.
My dear, we are just full. I'm so
sorry. if you had been II little sooner,
but just think of it. fifty girls have
t'een employed this morning. Ka ther
warm day. my dear
festa answered not, her heart was
TOO full: neither did she notice the
kindfaced old lady. who looked So
pityingly upon her as she turned 10 The
door.
AS she stood upon the sidewalk Il
little white hand was laid upon her
shoulder, and Il kind voice asked
Are you really III need of work
dear chiid:'
"ln need, repeated VeSta, look ing
into she old lady'S face; "tuy life de
p"nds on my getting it.
Are you really 50 poor as that
dear"
Il have neither home nor money"
returned Vestu sadly.
Your parents, DEAR" reminded the
old lady.
Are dead" sobbed vesta, the tears
flowing from her eyes.
Come home with me, and l will
see what can be done for you. Here.
dear, This is my carriage, step in; we
shall drive for home. Edwar6''
Half an hour after Vesta sat in q,
beautifully furnished room in the
midst Of silks and laces.
Old Mrs. Erwin had engaged her for
month to do sewing for her two
daughters
One afternoon. two weeks after,
Festa sal i'll the garden talking TO lit
tie Agnes Erwin. and so Interested
We're they with each other that they
| did not hear the approaching footsteps
aud started to their feet wher j low,
! musical voice said:
Good evening, Miss Erwin. Is this
where you are hidden?''
Yes replied Agnes. gayly. when
I'm with Miss Nillinrs 1 like to go to
| some place when 1 shall have her all
To myself-but forgive me I'd for
| gotten you were no. acquainted. This
is Mr. Lawson. Miss Nilliars'
NeSta bluShed under his admiring
| gaze. but in few momeatS she recov-
| pleasant evening.
The month passed. but Mrs. Ervi1
| and her daughter would not hear of
Vesta leaving, and she was only toe
| glad TO stay.
The summer passed away and golden