Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1855-05-24
MN COUSIN HARRY.
By CARRY STANLEY.
CHAPTER |.


"And this. suppose. is TO be my home
for the future" thought |. as leaned
forward 10 view in the twilight the old
fashioned house before which the CARR
age drew up; aud in spite of the buoyant
spirits Of fifteen. I shrauk from that fu-
turr.
To live forever with old maids. and
their cats. and lap dogs. and wors,ed
,xork.-it was too horrible TO contem
plate, and mentally resolved TO escape
from such single blessedness rs soon as
possible.
But The door opened. and was already
in we'll lighted hall. warmed a, the
further extremity by huge stovc which
seemsd TO be nothing but fiery eyes as
the red Goals shone through the iesinglass
tina, lined the deliberately Gu; fancy work
Before the servant had time TO close the
one door behind me. another opened, and
d kind voice. in the parlor. said.
This way. dear. do come up TO the
fire and get warm, it's bitter cold night,
aud then veil hive tea. This is your
aunt Margaret" leading me up to fue
elderly lady 5y the iiIeside ''and I'm
your aunt Patty. dear. though we're not
,auch Of relatives. either. | believe"
And I'm your cousin Harry dear"
said knocking roice from the corner in
to which had not had time to peer.
A mellow little laugh from Aunt Pat
~ that seemed 10 say ,ha. the speaker
VS. a privileged character. and Harry
don't. You'll ftighten he poor child from
auHt Margaret. was all that knew of
cousin Harry at that time. foe there was
10 lamp in the room. aud he sat in toe
obscure corner for even the dancing.
mellow light of the hickory ase to i.lu
inmate.
How coy ard comfortable every thing
looked. after the paper flowers. aud wax
flowers. and dila pidated old ANNALS Of
the large. tawdry drawing -room Of the
boarding school. The wonderful twisted
legs of the old fashioned fursi ,use seem
ed to be dancing quiet little jigs. rs the
fire fitted on them; lions paw was,uow
and ,hen thrust forward in kind of
rough play. grasping a marvellous look
ing ball, from some chair. table or escru-
toire. The curious. black old cabinet.
IN the corner. stood grim and prim.
scarcely deignihg TO smile as the ruddy
;iire!tght played hide and seek over It's
multitudinous doors and dra wers making
one think of lost wills. and secret springs.
locks Of hair and faded flowers, aud all
the other romances connected with old
cabinets. Bat the freight fingered the
.Cheeriest around the liable in the centre
OF the room. with itssnowy damosk cloth
its old fashioned glittering silver. led
of by the pla,ina tea urn. with lis grim
lions heads. bIihxing inoffensively al one.
IS they grasped the huge silver rings
which served as handles. and the tiny.
egg she'll china cups. almost transparent
- thsir delicate beauty.
Orphan and stranger as was. all this
domestic comfort after three years i'm
pincaed boarding school. opened my hearI
TO my unknown relatives.
In the meantime my bonnet and wraps
plump hands. the bell rung and lights and
tea were being brought in.
And Margaret drew her spectacles on
and scrutin:zed me for moment.
You are very much like you mother.
Isabel" she said at last.
"Jezetel! what a me for woman"
put in master Harry, who now came for
ward, his saucY face lighted up With in
.expressible mischief.
Aunt Margaret wound her yarn up svs-
tie maticaliy to the last inch. stuck the
long needles through the ball. and laid it
upon the little work stand beside her
Aunt Patty busted herself with the bright
polished copper kettle which was bro'gh,
in over spirit lamp. bubbling away in
its merry. domestic manner; herself. il
seemed to me. kind of human kettle
with her CHEEKY freside hum and bubble
of content; then the servant placed the
mullins, as brown as an oak leaf in au.
tumn. and the strangely twisted silver
toss..rack on the table. and we took our
seats.
This is poor fare, isn't it. after the
samptuoos table you have been accus-
toned to at boarding SCHOOL, asked Har-