Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 14, Number 3, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 14 July 1883 — Page 6

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THE MAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

SOMEHOW OR OTHER WE GET ALONG.,

--V i' 'K foj&v

For ojsr

The good wife bustled about the house, Her face still bright with a pleasant smile, As broken snatches of happy song Strengtbened her heart and hand the while. The good man sat in the chimney nook,

HI* little clay pipe within hi* lips, Aud ail he'd made, and all be had lost, Ready and clear on hi* linger tips. "Good wife, I've Just been thinking a bit,

Nothing has done very well this year Mone/ to bound to be h*rd to get— Everything's sure to be very dear How the cattle are going to be fed.

How we're to keep the boys at school, Is kind of a debt and credit sum 1 can't make balance by my role." She turned her around from the baking board.

And she faced him with a cheerful laugh "Why, husband, dear, one would think That the good, rich wheat was only chaff, And what if the wheat was only chair,

An long as we both are well and strong I'm not a wore an to worry a bl!, Somehow or other we've got along. "Into some lives some rain must fall,

Over all lands the storm must beat. But when the rain and storm are o'er The after sunshine is twice as sweet. Through every strait we have found a road,

In every grief we have found a song Wo have had to bear, and had to wait, But somehow or other we get along.

••For thirty years we have loved each other, Htcod by each other, whatever befell: Six boyi nave ill us father and mother,

And all of them living and doing well. We owe not a penny, my dear, We're both of us loving, aud well and strong Good man, I wish yon would smoke again,

And think how well we've gotaloug." He^filled his pipe with ^pleasant laugh

Jl JU9V Vtiv v*llvt ni\iv« Bhe loft hlrn then with his better thought, And lifted her work with a low, sweet song— A song that followed me many a year.

Somehow or other we get along.

Naughty Molly.

MARIE HAZBN, IN GODEY.

"A-a-a-h-h-h," yawned Mollie for the third time. Florence looked up from the tablecover she was embroidering,with a little frown on her grave faco but looked down to place an important stitch and note the effect, with her head a little on cue Hide, before she spoke. "I do wish you would get a book or some work, Mollie," she said. «'You make me nervous yawning no dismally." •'Make you nervous 1 Well, what do you suppose it makes me?" demanded Mollie, sottling herself comfortably in the sun 1, and pulling her hat down over the big brown eyes to hide them from thesuti, who was peoping impertinently under tbobrim. "Whatdoyou think I am yawning for—fun?" "I'm

sure I don't know," responded

Florry, counting stitches all the while. "I know you are very idle—consequently you are very miserable, I suppose." don't think I am very idle/' sighed Mollie, which, considering the fact that she had for two hours been lying on the beach* indolently watching the little wavefe run In and out, was a somewhat audacious remark. "If to complain is to keen busy, you certainly waste no time,'' remarked Florry, severely. "I don't think that is kind, Florry, when you know how dull I am here, and how I l*ug for something to 'turn up,' pt.utod Miss Mollie. ••You tire of everything with a speed that is really frightful, Mollio. I pity the man who marries. You'll tire of him in a month."

Mollie laughs a little, soft, amused laugh. "rorba

inpa I shall,11 she said "but I

would like to seem. No amount of sympathy on your part would save him. l\i marry hiiii nolens wlens "For shame said Florence, looking "laon tiiwauj'WK at her naughty sister with eyes oi love, g^miy answered the elder sister, aud smiling lips which belied the severe »«nii t^inrrvlhowaasoarood-loc words. For shame! You are lu one of •our wild moods. I shall take yon

Home." spoiled his looks, have you "Wild? I'm desperate!" cries Mollie, Mollie heaved a great sigh, and in a melodramatic tone, rising to oue el-

Mottle's Interest abated Instantly, and she sank back disconsolately on the saud. Hut Florence, who had risen with lady-likegraceand mnipowure.descried a stranger approaching—probably a customer for Jack's sail-boat.

On nearer approach the stranger proves to be a tall. thin, frail-looking young man with glasses, »»d a daring attempt at a mustache. Mollie glancea up. At almost any other time, she would have stared laxilv at the Intruder, then forgotten him before bis footsteps had faded from the inconstant sand. But todav Mollie was In a very naughty mood and capable of doing very naughty thing*. Florence saw the wicked little devil in her sifters eyes, and made an attempt to restrain her by hinting that It was dinner time, supplementing the opinion bv a decided movement in the direction of home. This movement on Florry part grave Mollie the very opportunity she desired.

Springing suddenly up, she affected to turn her ankle, and with a low cry stretched out her hand wildly for help.

The little hand was promptly bv the stranger, who.su pporting Mollie's plump form as well as he was able. Inquired anxiously If sho was much hurt. "O-o-o-o-o r* moaned Mollie, twisting her dimpled face into a horrible grimace to prevent laughing aloud, and leaning heavily on the frail yming man, who staiwered h*n«ath her weight. •Tm awfully sorry," be gasped, wy warm and verv red with the exertion he was making. '"What shall we do I'm afraid I oanH hold you op a great white"

tonlshment, Mollie fonnd the use both of the wounded member end her tongue as well. "How dare you!"she cried, springing back to a sale distance,and gazing at the new-comer with red cheeks and flashing

•*The stranger gazed at her lovely face in amused admiration, and under more favorable circumstances, perhaps th~ admiration might have been mutual, for, angry and excited as she was, Mollie could not but notice how handsome and winning be looked, standing in the broad sunlight, hat ih hand—a tall,

large-shouldered

Florence, some distance down tb« beach, discovers Mollie is not with her and looking back saw the tableau, and hastilv retraced her steps. "Whatshall I do?" was her mental query. But she advanced with no outward show of confusion. Bowing civilly, she addressed the handsome stranger: ".Permit me sir. to apologize for my neglect of duty, in leaving my charge for a few moments alone. I am sure you vqfll leave us, when I tell you that my unfortunate sister is mildly insane,

Mollie was somewhat spoiled, as the youngest is often apt to be. A little wild and thoughtless, but she possessed the kindest, softest little heart in the world, and repentdd her naughty pranks, as soon as committed.

Then, too, Mollie was very pretty, with the loveliest brown eyes, the softest light hair, and a complexion like a roseleaf and everybody knows how much easier it is to forgive a lovely woman ian an ugly one the same offence.

Mollie did not fear either her father or mother, but she did dread to see a cloud on their kind faces. It was, therefore, with downcast eyes, and a slow dragging step that she accompanied her sister back to the cottage her father had taken for the summer. "I'm always In trouble 1" she groaned, kicking the pebbles viciously.

No answer. ,. "Florry, I'm always in trouble, ar

"I should think you were," very shortly. A'moment's silence, then she begins once more. "Florry," timidly, "how shall I ever get out of this

I don't see anything to'get out of,

matned

in a meiooramaiio ionn, rising vu uuo oi- mainwl silent tor at iea»i mitje uumuvoo. bow, aud pushing the much-abused hat

fiercely one side. "I thirst for adven- piorry,

Jn wh|ch 9he

fiercely one side. "I thirst for adven- piorry, marking the sand thougbtrully turo I long for an enemy worthy of with

my steel. I—" began again A shrill whistle close by startled the «VFi0rry, wasn't he a horrid little sisters, causing Mollie to spring hastily

8pider?

to her feel, and Florence to collect her trying to hold me up." Kail. \t wrtni. mid look anxiously "When I saw you, he seemed to be

balls of wool, and look anxiously around. It was only Jack, a rough fisherman who lived just around the point, in a little hut, swarming with noisy barefooted children. He was whistling for his oldost son—a brown imp of twelve--to bring around the one sail-boat the place affords.

promptly upportir

Mv foot—my foot," groaned Mollis*

shall fall—I know I sh*U." "If y«tt MNrt fall,allow me to catch von," **M full, rich wk» behind her. And to Mollis aoverwhesnlng confusion a voungand exceeding!* handsome man came rapidly down U» bank. »»Mv friend Hover in very delicate health," be «aWi. "I shall be delighted to lake his ptaoe." 9& tartoc, he dotted his hat with one hind, and dollherUely placed* his arm •fund SfflM SHolH#* waist. &T

sprained foot «ra» forgotten In an instant, and to Mr. Hovey'a infinite as-

This threat had the desired effbot, and Mollie was reduced to instant subjection. Having recovered somewhat from the mortification of the morning, Mollie had time, while dressing for dinner, to speculate as to who the two strangers ooald be. This was an out-of-the-way place, and strangers were rare. "What Is the use?" she asked her own reflection in the mltror. "You bold creature! If you were to meet them In this very house, what would you do?— please answer me that question. Perhaps yon don't know," she continued, balancing herself on her toes, and frowning darkly at her own face In the glass, "perhspsyou don't know your are mildly insane." Whereupon Mollie buret a peal of laughter, which brought Mrs. North on a tour of discovery.

Very lovely looked Millie in her white dresses and red rose at her belt, and the soft waves of her light hair, as she danced into the parlor an hour afterwards. And verv much astonished was she to come full upon the handsome stranger of the morning, talking sociably with her mother. The young man arose hurriedly. Mollie exclaimed "Gracious!" and started blankly, while Mr*. North ntterlv forgot to introduce them, so mtcnished was she at their behavior.

Mollie was the first to recover herself, and bowing with oasy gm», abe seatod herself by the window, and alfceedd dignity. No use:

the

man, with chestnut

wtving hair, large dark 6y©&» aud hand some brown moustache shading the delicate mouth, smiling just enough to disclose the perfect teeth.

and

not responsible for her acts." Mollie's eyes dilated with horror, as she witnessed the compassionate look bestowed upon her by the stranger, and the alacrity with which he bowed and followed the frail young man down the boach.

For a moment, shame and astonishment made her dumb the next she flew at her sister like a small tornado. "Florence North!" shescreamed.sbaking her arm violently. "I'll never forgive you, the longest day I live, you horrible, unnatural creature! How could you tell that handsome fellow I was insane?" "Your conduct is shameful," replied Florry, indignantly," and insanity is the only excuse for it. You ought to thank me for thinking of anything so plausible, instead of flying into such a rage. For shame, Mary North What do you think mother would say were she to hear of this escapade?" •Oh Florry!" sobbed Mollie, with a buret of contrite tears, "don't tell, for mercy's sake I only meant to have a little fun with that little straw-colored •, and I never saw the big fellow at all." "Very well," said Florry, "but do you come straight home with me. Your language needs mending almost as badly as your manners," she continued severely, "The idea of calling one gentleman a 'pig,' and another, 'the big fellow.' "Mr. North, the father of Florenceand Mollie, had married somewhat late in life, for the second time, and this marriage had proved it an exceptionally happy one—happy not only for Mr. and Mrs. North, who were sincerely attached to each other, but happy for the two half grown girls, who found in their new mamma one whom they could both love and respect.

step in the hall—Florence is coming. She must escape, or an explanation will surely follow. Mollie recovered herself with a jerk, sat bolt upright,and gazed stonily at the door. Yes, Florence is coming—now is her chance.

Poor Mollie! her blood fairly curdled in her veins, and her nerves, which had been considerably shaken by the faux pas

of the morning, gave entirely out under the fresh misfortune, and sinking on the bottom stair, she burst injo a flood of tears.

In a half hour she skipped lightly down the back stairs, out into the garden, and so down to the river for while the sea lies in front, a river flows near the garden wall.

Into a boat steps Mollie boldly, her cheek still flushed with excitement, and floats down the river the sun kissing lightly the ripples of her fair hair, ana the soft wind cooling her hot face.

Mollie does not notice where she is s'oing, till her boat grounds on a little island in the middle of the river. "I think I will go ashore," she said,

s-aily,

"and get some flowers so jump.ng quickly out, she proceeded to fill her hands with pretty leaves and buds, unconscious that her boat had floated down the river as soon as her foot had left its side.

Nothing more serious than a few hours alone was likely to owiur, so Mollie was not much fright-oned nevertheless, she called at the top of her clear younp, voice for aid, and had the satisfaction of seeing a small boat put out and make for the island.

As it approached, Mollie discovered to her confusion that her rescuer was the frail

young

man—Mr. Hovey.

Putting a good face on the matter, Mollie accepted the offered seat in the boat, and immediately began to explain and apologize. "I'm so sorry I knocked you down she began. "Are you answered Mr. Hovey in a voice singularly soft and sweet,

very

silent f?r at least three minutes^

followed meekl7 behind

marking

the sand thoughtfully

the point of her parasol. Then she

I thought I'd shont when he

succeeding very well," replied Horry, dryly. "You said just now you thought him very handsome." "Oh! I don't mean the big one—I mean the little one with the glasses. I nearly knocked him down when I leaned on him,-' and Mollie laughed gleefully. "Mollie, you are too ridiculous," said Florence, smiling In spite of herself: "but if you don't stop laughing, and come right home, I'll tell mother the whole story."

stranger was evident

ly nervons at the nearness of one not possessed of her rifht mind,and glanced anxiously towrrd her every moment.

Little smiles began to dimple Mollie's rosy month: and, as the whole scene on the beach presented itself to her mind, she burst Into a dear, ringing laugh, which scandalised ber mother, alwrmed the stranger, and utterly horrified herself.

The more ashamed and confuted she grew, the more she laughed till, leaning bac* In her chair, she went off into a fit of merriment that brought tears Into her eyes.

isyisi

like*good looks.

"I don't think I could," he said. "Douglas always is prime favorite—first in everything—as he deserves to be, and I am related to the back-ground but in this case, I was the chosen knight—a distinction I am not likely to forgetthough I blush tc think how near dropping you I was."

I am rel

Mollie did not fear either father or mother, but she did dread to see a cloud on their kind faces. It was, therefore, with downcast eyes and a slow, dragging step that she accompanied her sister back to the cottage her father had taken for the summer. "I'm always In trouble!" she groaned, kicking the pebbles viciously.

Days and weeks gilded by. Mr. Clifford and Mr. Hovey still lingered at the cottage, to the entire satisfaction of all parties. Mr. Clifford was the life of the house—genial, gay and manly. Mr. Hovey possessed a well stored mind, a voice of great sweetness and culture, and, above all, a fine moral nature, that

won

knew him.

n^V^JT^^rJSSSS\nand

ing

to.^QW

Hit

you speak never a word." "Because I fear I may not say what is

right," answers Douglas, with a fond glance at the mlsrnonne face at his side. "Sneak and war noi," commanded Mollia, witha superb wave ot b«r pretty hand.

Mollie, did you ever have an offer

TERRU HAUTE SATuivOAY ETTffiSi'lNO- MAIL.

r,then

you repent before you have sinned Miss North, since you nave not knocfedfl^pej down—yet!"—with ap intonatjfter you/1 *r plainly hinted, thatlbe did noU4»«e & might do so at some future time.

Mol.ie smiled faintlv, but resumed the conversation bravely. "I was horrible this morning, too. I did'nt sprain my ankle at ail, I was only trying to make fun!" "If you enjoyed the fun you made, I am glad you used me as an assistant," he said gravely, "tho' I am sorry you found it necessary to affect what was not true."

Mollie hung her head, and began to feel more and more ashamed. Decidedly. this little man was not to be despised at all. "Don't you think you could forget about it ?'r she asks, demurely, after a moment's silence.

Mr. Hovey laughed softly, thereby disclosing a set or faultless teeth, and l.ghting up a plain face into something

write. I would not give a pin for a lover who would write a declaration. I want to see him do it."

This last remark is evidently unwise for the next moment Douglas has seized the disengaged hand, and is pouring out

Instantly she jumped up, flung open the story of his love, with a passion not the door, and rushed straight into the to be misunderstood. respiratory organs of the fi man, who lost the cane, and staggered under the violence of the concussion.

of the Trail young A step on the piazza, and the odor of a grasp of his hat ana cigar floats in at the open window, but is back against the wall all unnoticed by the two, as Mollie springs hastily to her feet. "What do you mean she demanded, fiercely. "I mean that I love you, Mollie, and want you for my wife. Tell me that you love me in return, darling." "But I don't love you—not one bit— not so much as that"—measuring off a

Mrsf North and her guest rushed to tiny fnction of the rosy finger exdtecltbe rescue, and Flordnce entered froflo ly- "You think because vou are big and the garden jast in time to witness tile handsome that everybody must be in strange position of affairs— Mollie love with you, I suppose," she concrouched on the bottom stair, sobbing tinued, retreating behind the chair and as tho' her heart would break frail clutching its crimson arm in her grasp, oung man breathing hard, searching "but they are not so I am not for his bat and cane, which had rolled some distance and Mrs. North and her friend looking dismay at the whole. "Can you explain this, Florry?"ex

Mollie, Mollie! why are you so angry?" exclaimed the astonished lover his face growing white. "I am sure you have given me every reason to think you

"uan tou explain mis, riorryr'ex- u»'»b"vU .uuv,vV claimed perplexed and mortified Sirs, cared for me! have you not allowed me North. "Mollie comes into the parlor, to stay by your side constantly for stares at Mr. Clifford in the strangest weeks Ockuld you n^ot see?

manner, bursts out laughing, then "Well! that is too much, cried Mollie, jumps up and rushes out just in time to setting her little

knock Mr. Hovey over, and sinks on laughing nervously througb them. I the stair and begins to cry." allowed you Could you not see Id Before Floreuce could speak, Mr. not want you, only you .w*oa'jJ ^*7' Clifford came forward with readv cour- a"d —along pause in which Mollies tesy: "I beg, Miss North, you will not

(f^th

t|ie

be annoyed," he said, "both my friend But pleaded Clifford, and myself understand perfectly. If my ™ay tell a woman of aunt then will permit us, we will with- her

why 8*?.e

draw, and pay a visit to you to-morrow." angry Mollie? Why will you not listen "At the words "my aunt," Mollie »coiri stopped sobbing and looked up. A ?, want to marry, "Dear me!" sne said with a sniff. "Are feebly, the brown eyes beginning to fill you Cousin Douglass Clifford? Don't with tears. igL go! Florence will tell you all about It I'm not one bit crazy, I only—Mollie." And with a shy glance out of the corner of her eye, Mollie gathered her train over her arm, aud fled with swift and dainty feet up stairs.

sharply, and

"That is not the reason," said Douglas hoarsely, "you love some one else! Tell me, Mollie, am I right You do not answer! It is true then. Who is he, Mollie Is it"- a sudden light breaking in upon him—"Is it Hovey

Poor Mollie struggles valiantly with the tears which threaten to subjugate, but fpeaks never a word. "Itls Hovey! Forgive me. Mollie—I did not guess, I thought only of myself. He is worthy of even you, my

darling

and taking her little hand he

kissed it tenderly and left the room. And Mollie, miserable Mollie, threw herself on the floor, buried her face in •the big chair, and sobbed aloud.

The curtains are softly parted,and Mr. Hovey enters from the piazza. Coming up, he leans a trembling baud upon the chair,iwherein lies Mollie's fair head,and bending tenderly down he whispers: "Since 'tis not Douglas you love—is there hope for me

Mollie moves not,but the tiny exposed •ink. still lower, and

ear grows pink. "Mollie/* bending touching lovingly the waving hair, "I a plain, unattractive man, but I love you very,very dearly, little one, though I should never have dared tell you, bad I not heard you refuse Douglas—forgive me, darling. I thought your heart was his, and he is my friend. So 1 tried to be content,though God knows how hard it was, Mollie, when my whole heart longed for you. Will you not answer me Will you give me just a little love in return for all I have given you

Up comes the sweet, tear-stained face, and the answer was—Mollie's: "I don't think you are plain at all, and I don't care for any one but you," stretching out her hand, timidly. "But says she pities the man who mare—I am so thoughtless. So perrou had better not"—the brown uunu ^.roops again, but the soft eyes glance up shyly—"I might make you unhappy, vou know, if you marry me." "I defy you to make me unhappy, as long as you tell me honestly you love me," lifting her gently to her feet, and encircling her in his loving arms. "Then I think," said Mollie, with a charming blush, "that It's all right for I'm afraid I do love you very much indeed.'9

What more is ther- to tell? Mr. and Mrs. North were pl med, though a little astonished at th' daughter's choice and Douglas Clifl ud was far to noblo a nature to thrown ^loom over two loving hearts by his n« grief and cruel disappointment.

When Mollie came to him with her soft eyes filled with tears, and her face full of'regret, and begged him to forgive her for what she had never meant to do, the brave and manly fellow simply took the dear little blushing face between his hands, and kissing her tenderly on the forehead, said: "I love you, my darling, too well to wish you anything but joy. I am henceforward, Mollie, your brother, as I am Hovey's. God bless you both."

SADIE DAYRE.

It was a golden day in early September, and the doors aud windows of the Widow Dayre'B old-fashioned bouse stood open to admit the soft, balmy air, fragrant with the old-fashioned flowers in the quaint beds of the front yard.

Great lilacs shook their round, glossy leaves in the afternoon sunshine,and the tall rows of ouince-bushes were laden with the ripening fruit.

In the large, cool dining-room, Mrs. Dayre and her youngest daughter.Sadie, were busy shining the golden pippins,

for-drvin„

him loveand respect among all who _^n°rym*n

pleasant

new him. nlMsant nath and standing in the door Every daybroughtsome new pleasure. Sadie, craving th and cemented more firmly the bonds of ""I,

union. In fact, It was obvious to all P/ifi Said be except tbe party most interested, that nijbv of the Mr. Siffortl's world began and ended in T*

began

Mollie. In the garden, on the beach, in the parlor, he was constantly by her side, giving to her the delicate and nameless attentions a man accords only to the woman he loves.

Mr. Hovey, on the contrary, evaded rather than sought her society,

inhist ravels. Said he:

seemed to find more real pleasure In dte- feot are blistered from walking voting himself to Mrs.^North, who was afternoon. I never walked scarcely any before in my life. I have always it

Mom.-, brown «r». «*hool or coll««. LMt «priog, One evening, after somewhat wearisome

SttS'S?

he asked, suddenly. "No!"—aurprised—"but why do you •sk soch an odd question Is it to force from me the mortifying confession I hope," continued she, raising her eyes dreamily to the chandelier, and taking her dimpled chin confidingly In the hollow of her hand—"I do"hope he won't

the shady,

path, and standing in the door

way, bowed low to Sadie, craving the of resting for awhile within

Derby

BlI1

wbil

great house of

Brothers, of New York city.

You have doubtless heard of them "Ye«," Sadie said, "I have heard." Who bad not?

Then sitting down, be discoursed very pleasantly and piquantly of the many interesting adventures he had met with

Id^tnwBag'ii'iiriroiu.r-ttlo.

parlor—Mr. Clifford near at hand, as mried forth my own carriage

°^StoU!« declares taeiwtf qnite worn oat

her—whereupon a jiere Tbe driver wishing to

dead silence fails upon them. carriage to a shop for repairs, I "I said jrou were to talk, racked

vmia]y tried

to return to our hotel but

I do assure you I am completely ex-

And be looked up at Sadie so earnestly for sympathy that that tender-hearted ttemsel really from her heart pitied him.

Turning to the table within the room be saw one of the circular* of the Cosmopolitan association lying there, and taking it up he said: "So you have one of our circulars 7" "Yes." replied Sadie. "Our merchant gave it to me." "Would yon not like to become a member of our sodetyT"

Sadie thought she would. '_v "See, here is our Art Journal.

send it to you for a year. Lei me make you a member of the society. Perhaps you would draw some beautiful piece of statuary. Even the Greek Slave, for instance."

Sadie blushed. How pleasant it was to converse with this handsome, darkeyed stranger. "How nice it would be to have a paring bee. I have read of such things In books and papers. Do you think your mamma would allow you to have one, so that I could attend

Again his dark eyes were bent upon ber, and she con Id not refuse. "What lovely apples! We never see such as these in New York. Oh, Mrs. Dayre, would yon be so kind as to sell me a oar-load of them to send on to my brothers

Mrs. Dayre was well pleased to sell her apples, and she told him she should only be too glad to.

Then Mr. Derby was looking st the pretty home-made carpet which covered tbe dining-room floor, and he said: "How often I have read of all these things, and dreamed of the quietness and bliss of a rural life! There, secluded from the great world,aud faraway from all its sin, with the lovely being whom I should delight to own as mv wife, how happy and blessed I should be!"

Again he turned his dark eyes languishly upon Sadie, whose heart was fluttering, the color coining and going in ber cheeks, as she thought: "Perhaps he cares for ine."

She had read of such things—how rich young men had gone out awa^ from the eity to wooaad win country maidens.

Would she ever be Mrs. Derby, and ride in her own carriage, live on Fifth avenue in a brown stone frout, and wear diamonds aud satins

Mrs. Dayre, who was elated at the prospect of Belling her apples at a h'sh prices, now commenced bustling uuout at getting supper, and Mr. Deroy said "I guess I will go out where the men are-plowing for wheat. I like to see nature in all her varied aspects."

Auad, bowing low to the pretty Sadie, he went out. Sadie watched Mm as he went through the green orchord—saw him as he stood talking with the men. There was the hired men—faithful, patient Rob. How tall and strong he looked beside this genteel Mr. Derby! How long he had loved' her, striviug in every way to make home sweet and beautiful for her! How true and noble he was! How he had always striven to help her, and carry her, as it were, over all the rough

Kead

laces!: And how she tossed her pretty at him, and pouted her ruby lips, and made him ten times more her slave than ever. Then she wondered what they could get for supper that would be ood enough for such a grand, exalted elng as Mr. Derby.

Mrs. Dayre bustled about making cream biscuits while Sadie dreamily brought a golden roll of butter from the milk-house, and went down the cellar for a dish of amber jelley and canned strawberries.

Then Mrs. Dayre sounded the old tin horn, while Saclie laid tbe napkins of snowy whiteness, and put on the delicate finishings.

Then Rob and her brother Harley came in. "Where is that young fellow, Derbv. that went out to see you a spell ago?'' inquired Mrs. Dayre. "Oh, your nephew, you mean? Why, he told me bis name was Mardon, and that came from Iowa. Said he had a lot of goods down at the depot, and had nothing but a large check on the bank, and that the cashier said they had not money enough without sending off to tbe city to cash It," and Rob looked wonderlngly up.

Land sakesf He is a perfect scamp!" cried Mrs. Dayre, in her wrath. "Hes fooled me about my apples. He never intended to take them at all." "Well, I did not quite finish," said Rob, with a long-drawn breath. "I let him have $20 to accommodate him. I never dreamed he was trying to fool me. vou all the while he was talking, and I though to accommodate your nephew." "I am awful sorry Bob. My nephews name la not Mardon, but Munger, and when he comes he will not want to borrow any money from you. Some way that scoundrel has found out I was expecting a nephew, and so took that way to cheat. In here, he said he was Derby, from New York. And you just ought so have seen the eyes he tried to make at Sadie. I couldn't hoar all ho said, but he is just a perfect cheat and humbug, I know!"

Rob looked over at Sadie, who was struggling to look composed. After work was ended, he asked her to take a walk with blm.

She went, and as they sauntered along under tbe light of tbe now moon, he asked her if be had not waited long enough to have an answer.

Sadie began to realize something of the worth of a true, noble heart. The deceltfulness and foppery of the wouldbe Derby bad nearly cured her, and she looked up to say: "Well, Rob, do think I've bothered you

long

enough. I'm sorry vou lost

your money, and I am so disgusted with—with that fellow! I think it has shown me more of your real worth than anything else."

She had spoken out now truthfully and womanly, as be could never get her to before. "Then, Sadie, darling, if losing that money bas at laat caused you to speak I'm glad I loat It. I'd sooner lose another twenty along with It than have you back again where you was before, Now, Sadie, kiss me, and tell me you love me, darling."

But I shall not tell you whether she did or not. But I do know that he looked the happiest fellow alive ne*t morning. And before tbe first snow fell tbey were housekeeping In tbetr own oozy little

Ro§° says to this dajr that f20 was the best investment he fver made, for it gave him a glinopM of Sadie's heart#

They inquired at itbe hotel where Derby was^ hoarding, put were informed that be ran away, leading his board bill unpaid.

Afterward, tbey fc*nd out that be was tbe drunken sot of a worthless dentist, living near the Erie canal.

Sadie never told Hbb how near ber bead came to being jturned with bis flattery. Yet he was Isatisfied with tbe love of bis pure, swee^ young wife and was content.

Glria, just let ifl« your ears: Tbe trbe, plain, good man, of one who is steady an better than all the fine flirt, or tbe languisbini nothings tbey have to

itspera word in toneat love of a you knowindustrious—la tyings of a male sym

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