`` I must be downstairs to receive , and ca n't wait another moment ; so put in the blue pompon and let me go , '' she said at last , with a sigh of disappointment , for the desire to look beautiful that night in Somebody 's eyes had increased four-fold . With a tragic gesture , Marie was about to adjust the pompon when the quick tap of a crutch came down the hall , and Lizzie hurried in , flushed and breathless , but smiling happily as she uncovered the box she carried with a look of proud satisfaction . A general `` Ah ! '' of admiration arose as Belle , mamma , and Marie surveyed the lovely wreath that lay before them ; and when it was carefully arranged on the bright head that was to wear it , Belle blushed with pleasure . Mamma said : `` It is more beautiful than any Paris could have sent us ; '' and Marie clasped her hands theatrically , sighing , with her head on one side : `` Truly , yes ; mademoiselle is now adorable ! '' `` I am so glad you like it . I did my very best and worked all night , but I had to beg one spray from Estelle , or , with all my haste , I could not have finished in time , '' said Lizzie , refreshing her weary eyes with a long , affectionate gaze at the pretty figure before her . A fold of the airy skirt was caught on one of the blue clusters , and Lizzie knelt down to arrange it as she spoke . Belle leaned toward her and said softly : `` Money alone ca n't pay you for this kindness ; so tell me how I can best serve you . This is the happiest night of my life , and I want to make every one feel glad also . '' `` Then do n't talk of paying me , but promise that I may make the flowers you wear on your wedding-day , '' whispered Lizzie , kissing the kind hand held out to help her rise , for on it she saw a brilliant ring , and in the blooming , blushing face bent over her she read the tender little story that Somebody had told Belle that day . `` So you shall ! and I 'll keep this wreath all my life for your sake , dear , '' answered Belle , as her full heart bubbled over with pitying affection for the poor girl who would never make a bridal garland for herself . Chapter I THE PROPHECY Trevlyn lands and Trevlyn gold , Heir nor heiress e'er shall hold , Undisturbed , till , spite of rust , Truth is found in Trevlyn dust . `` This is the third time I 've found you poring over that old rhyme . What is the charm , Richard ? Not its poetry I fancy . '' And the young wife laid a slender hand on the yellow , time-worn page where , in Old English text , appeared the lines she laughed at . Richard Trevlyn looked up with a smile and threw by the book , as if annoyed at being discovered reading it . Drawing his wife 's hand through his own , he led her back to her couch , folded the soft shawls about her , and , sitting in a low chair beside her , said in a cheerful tone , though his eyes betrayed some hidden care , `` My love , that book is a history of our family for centuries , and that old prophecy has never yet been fulfilled , except the ` heir and heiress ' line .
I am the last XXXXX , and as the time draws near when my child shall be born , I naturally think of his future , and hope he will enjoy his heritage in peace . ''
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