Ednas Sacrifice and Other Stories | Page 5

it was
he, when he met me at the hall door, and said:
"Edna--Miss Linden! can it be?"
"Yes and no, sir--both--Edna Linden; but, Doctor Graham, not your
Edna. You will find her in the parlor," I answered, saucily, glad and
sorry, both, at his coming.
Ah, she welcomed him with profound joy, I know. He knew all; papa
had told him. And if he loved the beautiful girl, he then worshipped
that noble woman.
"Thank God! Mine at last!" I heard him say, with fervent joy, as I
passed the door, an hour after.
How beautiful she was, when, a few weeks after, she became his very
own. I stood beside her and drew off her glove. How happy he looked
as he placed the heavy gold circlet on her finger! How proudly he bore
her down the crowded church aisle!
Ah, little Lilly was no doubt his dear and cherished wife. But this one,
'twas plain to see was the one love of his life.

WHO WAS THE THIEF?
Fred Loring's toilet was at length completed, and turning from the glass,
he said:
"Well, I'm off now, Nellie. Good-by."
"At last! Excuse me, Fred, but just now quietness is more desirable than
your society. It is impossible to get baby to sleep while you are flying
about the room. She sees you, and wants to get to you," answered
Nellie.
"All right. I'll get out of the way. By-by, baby."
And kissing the little one, Fred hurried out.
Ten or fifteen minutes passed. Baby was quiet at last, almost asleep,
when the door opened, and in rushed Fred again. And up started baby,
with a shout of welcome. An impatient look came into Nellie's eyes,
and the tone to her words:
"Oh, Fred, I had almost gotten her to sleep. And now see! And I am so

tired. What has brought you back so soon?
"Well, well, I'm sorry. But I left my revolver behind. I guess she'll soon
be quiet again," Fred said, unlocking the drawer and taking out his
revolver.
"Fred, I declare I never did see such a man. You cannot leave the house
without being armed. Do you forget there is a law against carrying
concealed weapons?"
"I remember to be on my guard, and prepared to defend myself if it be
necessary. Every day we read accounts of persons being robbed,
knocked down, and such like. I tell you, Nellie, sensible persons go
armed always."
"Perhaps, Fred. But I think the nervous and suspicious persons are
more likely to. Indeed, I never like to see you carrying off your
revolver. I'm in constant fear of something dreadful happening."
"But never in dread of any one murdering and robbing me. Of course
not!" Fred snapped forth.
"Oh, Fred! You are so quick and suspicious of every one, that my great
fear is you'll hurt the wrong person some time!" said Nellie, with a
really anxious look on her pretty face.
"Indeed I am not aware of ever having gotten hold of the wrong person.
I think you are calling on your imagination for facts, Mrs. Loring!"
Fred said angrily.
"Now, Fred, to defend myself I shall have to point to facts. Do you
forget catching hold of poor old Uncle Tom, and choking him so he
could not explain he was carrying the clothes to his wife to wash,
instead of being a thief, as you supposed? And--"
"And will I ever forget your handing me over to a policeman, for
having attempted to pick your pocket in the streetcar?" exclaimed a
bright, merry-looking girl, who entered the room during Nellie's
attempt to defend herself from Fred's accusation.
"Oh, Fan, don't, for mercy's sake, I cry quarter. Two at a time is more
than I can stand. And besides, I had hoped that you would not have
exposed that miserable mistake!" Fred said, with a reproachful look.
"I intended to keep the secret. But really, Fred, I've been almost dying
to have a good laugh with Nellie over it. And to-night the opportunity
was too tempting to resist."
"Mercy, Fan! If you tell Nellie, I'll never hear the last of it."

"Oh, I must. It is too late to recede. Nellie will imagine it worse, if
possible, than it really is. But I'll not prolong your agony. I'll be as brief
as possible," said Fannie.
And amidst the cries of "Don't! don't!" and "Yes, do, do!" Fannie
began.
"The day I reached here, just as I came out of the depot, I spied my
beloved and respected cousin Fred entering the street car. I hurried up,
and got in immediately after him. Even if my veil had been raised I
could hardly have expected him to know me, as I have changed much
in five