Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1906-07-14
ISABELLA'S GOOD LUCK.
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eyes sparkling beneath them. Isabella
herself was a tall, pretty girl, with
cheeks like carnations, and glossy
brown hair, brushed In natural waves
back from her forehead.
YES; l know you're astonished,
Howard" said she; land when 1 come
to think Of 1t, I'm a littl4 astonished
myself. But I couldn't bear the idea
Of going back to the silk factory In
Providence-and It was such a sudden
idea. Howard, do you believe in
dreams?
L don't understand you, Isabella"
The sea4blue eyes shone with a sud-
den ray. Isabella stole her arm through
Towards and drew him gently away.
Don't you want to come and look at
my new homer" said she. ut will be
light for an hour at least, and l want
to show you where I sat on the wooden
steps with my head against the side of
the door, when fell asleep ard dream
ed that dream
What dream, IsabelIa2"
There! Isn't it pretty spot? You
can just get a glimpse Of the river be-
low; and it seems to me as If the air
were purer here than it Is anywhere
else And the little, tiny cabin is GER
tainly picturesque, If it IS nothing else :;
and when I get the few bits of furni-
ture into it that Mrs. Smith s. going to
lend me"
Isabella, you're the bravest woman
| ever knew" exclaimed Howard Oar
ley. But what about the dream?"
Il had been sweeping the place out
you know, and clearing the old swaI-
lows nests out Of the Oh mney, so |
sat down a minute to rest and breathe
in the sweet spring air, and all Of a
sudden-you know how 1t is IN dreams
= looked around, and there was an
old, old wrinkled Indian chief, all in
his paint and feathers, with a blanket
wrapped around him, and eyes that
shone like Goals, standing on the thresh.
old; and he picked up a horseshoe from
the ground and hung it right there"
pointing to the top Of the door, "and
said, aloud: Daughter, you have come
into the door Of luckv"
why" cried Howard, invoIuntarily
starting back, there's a horseshoe
there now u
Eyes, know" said Isabella quietly !:
that is the one"
"But, darling, you know that's non
sense"
"Well, don't know whether 1t Is or
not" said the girl. But how did it
come there?"
''It must have been there before"
That's just what puzzles me-" de-
clared Isabella. 'tMrs. Smiths great
grandmother, who can remember when
the Indians really were buried here,
says there never was a horseshoe over
the door. And she used to pick berries
here and play at hide-and- seek with
the other children when she was six
years old. And old Seth Soper-he
that's the oldest man in the county
house, you lnow-he says that his faith
er nailed it up himself. And it does
look very old and rusty doesn't it?"
But, isabella"
ave made up my mind" said Isa-
bella, with a nod of her head. "I do
believe the dream meant something.
and I'm glad l bought the place. Its
less than an acre, but It's quite little
farm to me; and mean to save money
and pay the mortgage
Dear Isabella, you must let me do
that for you," protested Howard.
'Now The sea-blue ewes sparkled
with sudden decision, a deeper carna-
ton dyed the round cheek. 4 love you,
Howard, and 1 shall al ways love you !;
but never will marry any man whose
father does not want me to enter his
family"
you're not marrying my father, lisa
bella; you're marrying me; and what
ever my family say, will have you for
my wifew cried the young man, ex-
cited1y.
She put her hand gently on his shout
der.
''Wadt, Howard" she SAID; wait
We are both young; and / have a sort
Of pride In proving to the man who
declined to support his poor relation
that can take care Of myself. And
you don't know how much that dream
encouraged me. Oh, you will see how
1 shall make my way"
And Howard Darley's entI eaties were
powerless to alter her resolution.
Where have you been, Howard?"
asked the deacon, when his son came
home that evening.
do you really want to know, sir?
Well, have been UP at tho old Indian
burying ground, talking to Isabella