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VOL. XVII NO 36
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THE n ISTAKEN LETTER
CHAPTER III.
"I has dc pleasure ob stan'in
befo' Miss Brown, Ma'am. De
kaig air ready."
With elaborate politeness the
old man took her bundles, and she
followed him to the carriage. For
the first time in her life she lean
ed back among the comfortable
cushions of a real carriaeg.
With the sense of comfort l.er
nervous fear vanished, and she en
joyed the slow drive through the
lighted streets of the fine old
southern city. The houses far
back from the streets, with banks
of llowering shrubbery and hedges
of glistening evergreens and tang
les of jessamines and rose vines,
all indistinct in the lights that
gleamed fiom the windows and
along the streets, were like fairy
palaces to the girl, who almost
held hei breath in wonder and ad
miration. And at last the carriage stop
ped, and she had reached her new
home.
It was hard to realize that she
was not dreaming. Her heart was
Hutteiiug with delight. Still it
was a very quiet little woman who
stood for a moment, waiting to be
Jet in.
"Two telegrams! Ah, yes, one
is from Ruel. He has been oblig
ed to go out of his way on account
of a railroad accident, and he has
run up with Eloise Dwight. That
is nice. Let me see she went
West for a little tour with the
Wiley's and is coming home alone.
I'm glad they met. Aud they'll
beheie to-morrow Get Ruel's
100m leady, Juno.'
The pretty little old lady looked
up tluough her glasses, and the
tall old negress nodded her scar
let tin ban gravely.
"And the other why it's from
my niece, Mary Brown! You re
member, Juno, I was so troubled
aftei I'd written to to ask her to
visit us. I could'nt recollect
whether the place was Morris ville
or Mooiesville. But Ruel said
the letter would come back if the
addiess was wrong. This telc-
giain is the answer to it. She is
coming to-morrow also. I hope
she is hem, I hope, Juno, that
she is liko ei like the rest of
the family "
"I hope so, Miss Ruth, but
'We'll liae to make the best of
it. One can't rest nights, Juno,
with one's kith and kin unprotect
ed, you know. She is Allie's
child."
"Das so, Miss, she air."
"And we n ust make the best of
it. I'm sorry, but it can't be
helped. I have a horror of people
of that kind. Ifc was a great shock
to me. a great shock. I hope she
will tec the propriety of living
quietly though only Ruel and you
and 1 know the shameful storv.
Such things will leak out, all the
faster if one is indiscreet. Have
the Hast room aired for her, Juno.
Miss Bacomb was a typical
Virginia housekeeper, and a typi
cal Southern woman. She was
very conservative, very unyield
ing in her notions of propriety. It
had been a great cross for her to
send for her sister's daughter, but
she was as seveiely good as she
wasseveiely proper, and her per
sonul feelings never stood in what
c)ie thought to be right.
And go Allie's daughter had
been offered a home in the grand
old mansion, not because Miss
Bascomb wanted her there, but
because it seemed right.
It was a little singular that her
niece and her brother should ar
livcby the same train. But of
course Ruel would not know of
fhjs. Tr.e carriage must be sent to
nieet them, though it was likely
that Ruel would never wait for it.
They were not it the habit of
meeting him.
The train was late. Miss Bas-
com was as regular as clock work
in her habits. At ten o'clock Bhe
must be in bed.
And co it oame about that Juno
met the tired little traveller who
who waited at the door.
"Marse did'nt come!" the old
woman asked, looking up at the
driver.
"He come, but he went off in de
Dwight kaig. I could'n 'track
his 'tention, nohow," the old man
said, handing the woman Polly's
bundles.
"You' s welcome, Miss Ma'y,
ter Hilton. MiBS 'low I's ter look
after ye tell mawnin "
"Thank you," Polly said in her
soft, low voice.
Juno heaved a ponderous sigh
of intense relief. At least this
person was possessed of one lady
like attribute, and the old women
recognized it.
"Come in honey. Hits gittin
late and we air arly folks here. I
am gwinter show ye your room
and letcher go to bed at onct. I'll
take de bundles."
"Polly followed her into the
wide, shadowy hall and up the
shallow, softly carpeted stairs to
the pretty East room where a dim
light burned on the dressing case.
The cool night air came in at
the open window and swayed the
soft white curtains gently. The
place was full of sweet odors, and
drowsy night sounds and restful
shadows.
"Oh, how good it is to be here!'
Polly exclaimed rapturously.
Juno turned up the light and
looked at her as she stood in the
middle qf the room, her sweet lit
tle face all aglow with delight.
The old woman's heart soften
ed at once. She stretched out her
long arms and laid her hands on
Polly's shoulders.
"Yes, chile, this air a good
place ter be. Les keep hit so.
Mind, honey, Miss Ruth's awful
sot. Be sho ter let bygones be
bygones, an' ack as modes' as ye
kin. Dars yer tea. I'll sen' fur
de tray. Ef ye want anything,
jes' ring de bell. Yon's at home.'
And Juno went out and left her
alone.
Polly made herself comfortable
and sat down to enjoy the dainty
little supper that had been spread
for her. Every detail was a fresh
delight. She threw herself down
beside the bed and tried to utter
the thanksgiving that was almost
bursting her heart.
The soft carpet, the dainty bed
clothing, the elegant furniture of
the pretty room, delighted her
very soul. It was what she had
dreamed of and longed for all her
life.
She slept like a happy child
In the morning she awoke with
a start. She was so used to hur
rying with the breakfast.
She laughed softly as the bless
ed truth came to her, and falling
back upon the pillow listened
dreamily to the sounds that float
ed up to her. She heard the heavy
rumble of a wagon over the flag
stones and the shrill cry, "ice,
ice." How delieious it sounded
to her. Next the jingle of the
milk man's bell attracted her at
tention. It was all so new and
restful, so diff rent from the hur
ried, rasping life ghe had left.
After awhile she dressed herself
and went down stairs.
She found her way to the hall
that had looked so wide and shad
owy the night before. It wae
bright enough now bright with
sunshine and flowers and beauti
ful furnishings.
She hesitated when she had
leached the last step, her hand
resting on the stair rail.
In a window at the end of the
hall stood a little old lady in a
quaint grey gown with fine white
lace about her neck and wrists
and little smooth grey curls nest
ling about her temples.
This must be Aunt Ruth. The
meeting was near at hand.
Polly's eyes strayed from the
quaint little figure and rested up
on another that had been hidden
by a fall of pale green ivy. She
started and colored, as she recog
nized the face that had interested
her on the cars.
And then Miss Bascom saw her
and Polly hurried forward. They
met her half way down the hall
"Why, my dear,' Miss Bas-
com said as she took the little toi.
stained hands in hers and looked
into the sweet, grey eyes, "how
young you are. What a child! Is
Bhe not, Ruel! I'm afraid I shall
have you in pinafores. Kiss me,
Mary."
Polly kissed hei tenderly.
"I am so glad you let me come,'
she said simply.
"And I am glad too, my dear.
This is Ruel Dr. Berkly, my step
brother; and Ruel, you of course
know that this is Mary Biown,
my little niece."
Polly looked up to meet a
friendly glance from the bonny,
blue eyes.
"You are sure to like living
here," he said. "Ruthie makes
everybody happy and I am glad
she has you."
He held out his hand and she
laid hers in it. He held it for an
instant and looked down at the lit
tle toil hardened palm. She saw
his eyes soften as he let go the
hand.
"Breakfast is ready now. Mary
if you are not too tired I should
be glad to have you drive with me
when it is over."
"I was never so lested,'' Polly
said with a happy thrill in her
voice. "And I shall be delighted
to go with you."
She thought of the Sims' kitch
en, hot and steaming with the odor
of fried bacon and boiling coffee
of the coarse breakfast on the hur
ried spread table of Mrs. Sims
with red arms bared to the elbows,
and Mr. Sims in his shirt sleeves
and mentally compared it with
the quiet, shaded room, the ex
quisitely laid table, the dainty
breakfast and the elegant little
mistress who pored the amber coffee
from its heavy silver urn into the
delicate china cups, with an old
fashioned grace and dignity that
was charming.
And Polly felc completely at
home so entirely in her native
elment. There was no painful
self consciousness, no awakward
ness only a chil lish delight than
added to her simple, natural man
ner a singular charm
She went away to get ready for
the drive and Mits Bascom' s eyes
followed her to U12 door.
"How pretty she is, Ruel, and
what a child! It seems almost
includible that she could have
known such as we kn,ow has
been hers. Why, 1 forget it in
her presence. Theie is something
so fresh and simple about her. I
dreaded having her, but I'm al-
rAmltr lnnrninrr t-n lnro Tior ''
Dr. Berkly laughed softly.
"It must be hard work to spoil a
really sweet, good woman, Ruthie,'
he said.
"I'm goin to see Eloise just
for a moment, yon know. Is she
looking well!"
"Remarkably so . I never saw
her brighter. She seemed quite
tireless."
"I am glad you ran up with
her."
"Yes,"' Dr. Beikly said, select
ing a rosy peach from the dish on
the table. "I was very glad to be
of use to her.'
"And she brightened your trip,
of course," Miss Bascom said with
one of her pretty half-smiles.
"Chivalry demands that I con
sent to that, but -
"There, Ruel.'
He tossed back the heavy yel
low curls and laughed a little.
"I must be going, now. Do you
know if Harold has cured all my
sick people. Because if he has I
shall be out of a job and you'll
have me on your hands.'
'He threw her a kiss and went
out.
"He never will forget. It's al
ways such a pity when a man is
born with a woman's h art. And
clip is cn libi T.in.i tnn .l
.J..V. w w i -..-, M
Miss Bicqui rang her little sil
ver belle and then left the room.
Just outside the door she stop
ped and looked down the long hall.
At the foot of the stairs stood
Dr. Berkly, his hat in his hand
and his laughing face turned to
ward Polly who had stopped on
the stairs and was leqinj over
fl.o fail liar TirorHr fana oil ilim.
Lled and rosv. and her brown
1 IUD .., .- r''V .v mi iuui
lcarls under tlie rhn of her white
sailor hat. She was dressed very
simply in a little white frock that
made her seem almost a child.
"What a pity it is,' Hiss Bas
com said softly to herself, as she
went toward them.
The drive was delightful to Pol
ly. Her enjoyment was so genu
ine that Miss Bascom felt her own
pleasure greatly enhanced.
"We stop here, Mary," she
said as the cariage drew np be
fore -an elegant mansion. "Some
dear friends live here, and I can
not pass. Ton do net mind stop
ping, do yon!"
"Oh, no. I shalllike it."
And so they went in.
Polly almost held her breath.
She had never "dreamed of snch
beauty, and elegance as this.
She Bank into a chair and look
ed about her with wondering eyes.
Miss Bascom scribbled a few
words on a card and a velvet-foot
ed servant took it away.
All at once Polly's attention was
riveted upon an object near her.
In a small alcove stood an ex
quisite statue of a lovely woman,
and across it was draped a dull
blue Bilken drapery, with a drift
of butterflies across the end.
But Miss Bascom was calling
her name, and she turned to meet
the pretty brunette she. had seen
on the cars.
"I am glad Miss Ruth brought
you with her," Miss Dwight said
kindly.
"Why, you were on the cars
with us. We are quite good
friends already. I am one of the
'Bascom pets,' don't you know!
And of course you are one also."
"No, I am quite a stranger,"
Polly said, "but now and then I
quite forget it.''
And then the pretty, dark little
hostess sank down ampng the
crimson cushions of a luxurious
divan, and began to talk brightly
in her high, sweet flute like
voice and with many dainty French
gestures.
"It was too bad, to -leave the
party, she was saying, but Lina
is so very unhappy and she per
sisted in making a confident of me.
You know her way. And really
Charlie acted terribly. It began
at a dinner where we had wine.'
"What a mistake." Miss Bas
com said in a grieved voice. "And
of course--."
"Yes, of course. And when
at such times he quite loses him
self, and the pretty voice broke
off with a sob.
The ladies seemed to have for
gotten the presence of a stranger.
"It'B too bad, too bad. Poor
Lina! I don't know what she
will do . Think of a long life spent
like that. How terrible a thing it
is for a husband to ruin his wife's
life!.
"Yes, her life is all spoiled
she can never be happy again!'.'
Miss Dwight said Badly.
"What a pjtyl Oh,, it ought
not tobel "iTp.q dpn$ kn,ow wh,a.t it
is like to be unhappy always
every single day!" It was Polly
who spoke. She was leaning for
ward her small hands were press
ed together while her face had
grown almost colorless.
Both ladies looked silently at
her.
"I know," she went on hurried
ly, "Oh, I know! She out to
get a divorce I "
"Maryr
Miss Basoom's face was terrible
to see as she stood before the as
tonished girl.
She turned to Miss Dwight and
bade her goodbye in a few hurried
words.
Polly followed her out. The
drive home was a silent on.e,
Polly Bat BjtiU,; wondering what
cpuld have b?en the matter, but
something in her aunt's manner
kept her from asking questions.
At the foot of the stairs Miss
Bascom laid her trembling hand
on Polly's shoulder.
"TTnw rnnld vnnf ' nhfi aalrpd ro-
proachfnlly, and then when the girl
would have Bpoken te, went on;
"Sever dp again. That sub -
ject shall not be brought into any
conversation. Do yon forget our
contract so soon!'
And the little woman looked
like an insulted queen.
"I 1 hardly know 1 mean I'm
very sorry, but '
Poor Polly stopped in co ufusion.
"Let it pass, but remember. I
forgive you this first offence
though it has come so soon. I be
lieve I could think of you as an in
nocent child, Mary, if you would
let me. Go now.'
The little old lady swept away
down the hall, and Polly crept up
to ber room to wonder what it all
meant, and to cry until her pretty
eyes were red.
But she could not think of any
thing wrong she had done.
"It must be that I was too for
ward in speaking so when I had
not-been-addressedshe -thought,,
"but what subject; could she have
meant! Ah, yes. I let the pretty
girl know that I had known trou
ble and sorrow. After this I must
be more careful.'
' Miss Bascom was quite herself
when Polly met her again.
CHAPTER IV.
Sometimes Polly felt half in
clined to tell Ruel of Miss Bascom's
strange manner on the day of
their visit to Miss Dwight. He
was bo kind to her iu his quiet,
gentle way, and she sorely needed
a friend..
Miss Bascom took her diiving
often, but they made no more
calls together. She was introduced
to a few people who called espscial
ly for her, but after her severe
lesson she learned to sit quietly,
seldom speaking, while others
talked merrily.
Dr. Beikley noticed this, and
spoke to her about it.
They were standing in the pret
cy flower window at Hie end of the
hall. She as wearing a little
pink frock with a libbou tied in
quaint fashion close under her
arms.
Last night some young people
had gatheied in Miss Bascom's
parlor, and she had been sent for.
In the course of the evening Dr.
Berkley had dropped in, to find
her sitting demurely at his sister's
side while the young folks chatted
gaily.
"I quite ieaied you were not
well," he said now, looking into
her eyes.
"It was"ot that," she answered,
flushing a little and bending over
a newly opened rosebud.
"I wonder if you would mind
telling me just what it was?"
Sho looked up and the smile in
his bonny eyes won her.
"Once I talked too freely. In
an indirect way I referred to my
past life and you know I should
never do that."
Polly had known so few men,
never one like Dr. Berkly, ex
cept in her mother's old fashioned
novels. She had thought of love
and marriage only in the vaguest
way. So. her manner was per
fectly frank and natual, and en
tirely free from coquetry.
"Pnnr lirHfi Hiirur!"
he ex-
claimed involuntarily.
His quick sympathy brought
tears to her eyes
"Never mind,'' 3he said, smil-
ine bravelv. "f am sure it must
be right. Even this is not quite
I mean she wouki not like it, and
she i.s 50 good to me."
('But you must be often lonely
and ,'' he was going to say
'homesick,' but after the slightest
possible hesitation he went on:
"and we aie stiaugers to you."
"Somehow I have never felt
that. You aie not like htrangers.
And I never think of being lonely.
The ideal Lonely here?" She
spread out her hands and glanced
swiftly about the beautiful place,
bringing her eye3 back to his with
a sudden, sweet smile.
"You can't possibly know how
T eniov the beautv and comfort
and peace of this lovely home
"Rvervlhinir is a iov to me. It is
as if I had been blind and deaf
before and had suddenly come iu-
ft the Ugh.t and music. You can't
know because you have had no
P life to compare with this,
You are accustomed to ic all.
The soft voices of the women, the
chivalrous manner of the men."
She stopped short, catching the
look of astonishment on his face.
Instantly he smiled.
"I was never in the West," he
said, "but no doubt the life there
is very trying to persons who are
not acenstomed to it."
She could not reply at once, his
words sounded stin and conven
tional. She knew that he bed
spoken them to cover, her con
fusion. "I was accustomed to it of
course," she said qnietly after
awhile, "but I do not like it I
could never feel at home, never in
my element, yon know. It seems
to me that I might have been born
here in this house."
"I think I understand yon," he
said JiandXaia elad it is so. Do
you know it is a real joy to find
anyone so genuinely appreciative!
Child, I hope it will last that
you may Keep this treasure. Some
of us lose it."
"TO BE CONTINUED.!
American Waste of Food.
A writer to the New York "Her-
aid" says: "I've been pretty much
over the world in my time, and
I've seen quite a bit; but I know
I shall astonish yon when I say
that the thing which had im
pressed me most is, the economy
of food abroad and the waste of
food at home.
"Understand all this statemit
implies. Absolutely noting is
thrown away or wasted in con
tinental Europe. And the econo
my of food is more marked in
China, Japan and the Asiatic
countries. There is no doubt in
my mind but that we in the Unit
ed States waste more food in a
year than is consumed in France
in the same time. What a single
New York servant girl throws in
to the garbage barrel every week
would support a dozen Chinese
families. And yet our people are
always making wry faces about
getting along in the world.
"This waste begins at the very
foundation of our soeiety and
business, and rnns all the way
up. The American farmer is a
man who has burned off great
tracts of valuable timber, worth
five times the land on which it
grew, to raiss grain to burn for
firewood. This land to- day is
but half-tilled, taking the fields of
Germany and other European
countries into the comparison.
Until very recently all the refuse
about mills and manufactories
was destroyed; now many of them
turn their slabs into furniture and
their sawdust into fuel. Again,
as to food. Anybody who has
traveled much and knows what
sort of food one gets in the South
and, West, anywhere outside of
he big Eastern citiea-r,will ap
preciate it when I say that at
least one-half the food is wasted.
This iapartly throngh bad cookery
and partly through mere wasteful
management. (All food not as
similated is wasted worse than
wasted, for it wears the system
out to no purpose. The common
hotel and family cookery makes
assimilation practically impossi
ble So, much for what is eaten
That which is actually thrown
away would feed millions. If it
could be diverted into the proper
channels it would make human
suffering from want of food im
possible in this country. More
over, the waste would feed the
indigent hungry of the whole
world here is something ac
tually criminal in all this. But I
presume it can't be helped until
the American nature shall have
undergone a change."
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WITH THOMAS JEWELRY HOUSE.
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