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Show whether any tear stains wero visible on her face she opened the door as little as possible, that she might not be seen. Her mother-in-law's maid stood in the hall. "Mrs. Clifton is ready to see yon, ma'am, whenever you wish to come," the girl said respectfully, "Very well, Jane; I will bo there in a few moments." And giving another peep into the glass to be sure that her eyes were not red Elizabeth went to make her regular morning visit to the invalid. The young cor.plo had spent the flirt part of their honeymoon in a pleasant trip to Niagara, returning thence to' pay a visit to the elder Mrs. Clifton in her pretty country home in one of the picturesque pict-uresque valleys of Pennsylvania. The bride had never seen her husband's mother, und had rather dreaded the r-deal r-deal of making her acquaintance. She fonud her very charming, but was haunted by a secret fear that her admiration ad-miration was not returned; she fancied that she was undergoing a critical scrutiny scru-tiny from the fond parent whose only child she had married. This morning Elizabeth particularly shrank from the interview, for she feared thut her face was a telltale one. However, the visit must bo gone through with; so, summoning sum-moning all her courage, she boldly knocked at the door of her mother-in-law's sitting room, and was at once admitted. ad-mitted. "Good morning, my dear," said the elder Mrs. Clifton in a low, sweet voice, and the young lady knelt to receive her usual kibs. Tho invalid prossed her pale thin lips against Elizabeth's soft rosy ones, and then, laying her hand gently on her daughter-in-law's shoulder, looked mildly but searchingly into the npturned face. "How do you feel this morning, mother?" moth-er?" asked Elizabeth gently. "Very well, thank you, for me. But how are yon, my child? Didn't yon sleep well last night? Your eyes look dull and heavy." "I have a Blight headache," answered the young wife, hoping thus to account for hor clouded face. "How did you think Henry seemed when he stopped in '-ay good morning and good-by to you ' he came into breakfast?" she eon-' eon-' ug to speak carelessly. "cry well splendid," was s'You think bo. too?" I lyes, Ihe face tv ead of wavy v in antique silk anew. The Van and curly and the snow artistically waxed. Aroun ders hangs a military cape of ta, of 1 K-10. Under the cape is a long, . Prince Allert coat and a waistcoat , fancy stuff. His boots are small an exquisitely polished. From his watel pocket a curiously carved golden charnr hangs on a black silk fob. He carries a slender gold headed cane. His figure is light, sinewy, graceful, almost jaunty in its bearing. He stops now and then aud looks around J wj" t he won viraiof a; ' n whiN i wand" ' "(tintrj An ele' ti veet f t i I and he va it ' ", il j almost sta, 1 f , Ti courtly sail tur f y la 1 , v i for the brig (iris wno K food as th. The writer Jin at the opera t hcr night, carrying his ninety nine-ty years as though they wer twit thirty. He enjoyed the music heartily, and between be-tween the acts visited the various boxes to chat with the occupants. This is Gen. George W. Jones. Dubuque Cor. Chicago Chi-cago Times. ONE (K . MORNING. Flowers stood on ' , window sills; all sorts of pretty knit i-knacks and feminine femi-nine appointments brightened up young Mrs. Clifton's morning room, while over everything tho soft autumn suns hine fell with enhancing touch. The golden rays lingered longest in the chestnut braids which crowned the bride's shapely head, but they found no reflection in the face beneath; its beauty was clouded by a look of sorrowful perplexity. per-plexity. Elizabeth Clifton had been married just a month, and the first shadow had come over her happiness. "I suppose it was some tiresome business busi-ness that upset Henry so," she sighed, 'for it was just after he had read his letters; it must have been the one he thrust into his pocket that had tho bad news. But how completely his manner to me changed! I don't understand it. When I asked him if anything was the matter ho actually mumbled something I couldn't make out, and then the clock struck, and we heard the whistle of tho train; that provoking train! it always comes at the wrong time. But the worst of all was his not kissing me good-by! To be sure, he had done so once when he first got up from the breakfast table, thinking he wouldn't wait for the mail, aud I know he was irt a hurry when that whistle sounded, for it just gives him time to reach the station; but it wouldn't have taken a minute to say good-by again,' and instead he rushed off without a word!" By this time the young wife, in spite of herself, was crying quietly. But she was a brave girl, and did not give way any more than she could help. After a little she decided to go 9ut and take a walk. She would probably have time before her mother-in-law had risen, aud the fresh air might do her good. No, she would not sit and mope any longer; so, jumping up suddenly, Elizabeth carefully care-fully removed all traces of weeping, and put on her garden hat. She was about to step toward the door when a knock 60unded thereat. Looking hastily in the mirror to see |
