Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1903-07-16


ter has come none too soon-I could
not possibly have carried on the cam
paign much longer. Your two daugh-
tiers, Mrs. Harcourt, are very ex-
pensive young ladies'"
"They are your daughters, Mr.. Har-
court, and, If they are extravagant,
take after yourself
1--WE need not quarrel about it. You
know my opinion-that if you dress
them in gold and cover them with
jewels, they will never be married"
"Why nct?"
Men are wary, my dear, and your
daughters are shrewdish, ill-tempered,
vain--jealous of every pretty girl they
see, and certainly not pretty Them
selves"
The lady's face flushed with indigna-
ton.
''You are pleased to be compliment
tary, siri"
Between ourselves, my dear, we
may as well admit the truth Those
girls have bitterness enough in their
composition towel, sufficient for a
hundred ordinary women; and they
should be considered disagreeable
ones. have sense enough to see that" "
II am sure Mabel has a fine figure,
and Jane sings most exquisitely."
Certainly, | grant that; but, as /
said before, there is no need for quar-
reling. Our troubles are over now
thank Heaven, and the good time has
come"
What does the letter say?" asked
the Ady
"He has died at last, without a will,
Mr.. Treherne says there can be- no
doubt that he always intended me to
succeed him. and the will, if there had
been one. would have been made in my
favor. As it Is, you seas heir-at-
law take possession of everything"
THAT Is far better. Now there will
be no nonsense about legacies to ser
wants, which always think a grave
mistake. They are well paid for what
they do; there Is no need to increase
their insolence by legacies and non
sense Of that kind. What do you
suppose the income will be?"
81 should say about seven thousand
per annum" was the reply.
81 do hope. Mr. Harcourt, the very
first thing you will do. mind, will be
to give up all your poor relations;
have no nonsense-do 1t at once"
"You may depend upon that" re-
piled the husband. 81 shall give the
Hammonds a dead cut today"
ut would never do to have such
/. h., DBL
Harcourt, Esquire. of Weston Grange.
find poor relations are altogether a
perfect mistake. do not see the use
of them-and anything that is perfect
ly useless" continued the lady, with
irresistible logic, Ought not to exist.
Her amiable husband did not APP
pear to have heard the last part of the
sentence; he seldom listened to more
than half of what his wife said
This conversation took place in the
drawing-room of one of the houses on
the espanade at Brighton, where Mr..
and Mrs. Harcurt had taken apart
ments. The morning was lovely; the
sea lay before them bright and
sparkling; the waters blue, with a
golden CLINT of sunshine; the sky
clear and serene; the waves rolling
in and breaking on the shore. singing
the grand anthem first heard when
God parted the waters from the dry
land, The white sails of distant
boats looked like beckoning fingers;
but the beauty of earth. sky. and sea
was dead letter to the husband and
wife. whose souls were sordd and
whose dispositions matched, At that
moment the door opened. and two
young girls entered the room.
"We have news this morning, my
dears." said Mrs. Harcourt, in a very
inflated tone of voice; your dear
papa's cousin. John Beauchamp, OF
Western Grange. is dead, and your pa.
pa succeeds him"
They had suffered many privations
this little family; they had been pool
and had known thousand wants
One would have thought the first i'm
pulse of children who had known the
been to utter warm, loving congratu
lations--not so the Misses Harcourt.
II hope to goodness" said Jane, the
eldest. that our dress will be the frs
thing attended to-"
Nov | will have my revenge OF
Agatha Moore" said Mabel. she /:
always boasting OF their carriages
their horses, their money; she shall
see, that other people have money
too"
Not one word OF thanks to Heaven
OF gladness that their parents were
freed from many cares: not one i'm
pulse OF gratitude to the great Go,
from whose hands all favors flow.
Agatha Moore will be quite un
worthy of any trouble. Mabel" sale
Mrs. Harcourt. You will choos,
your friends from a superior class O
people now"
when shall we so to weston?" in
quired Jane.
II thought of starting tomorrow.
replied Mr.. Harcourt "You will have