Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1863-02-19
From the New York Mercury.
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OR,
High Life Glow Stairs.
BY DAISY HOWARD.

But she is well-born, Aunt Sarah;
and perfect lady
NO matter, child. she is poor, and
works for living y
% auntie that will not hurt her, or
make her any the less true woman
That is sufficient on the subject;
Mary Barton. You will not 60 to see
Mrs. Leighton with my consent. [ shall
not permit Evira Louisa to do so. Re-
, member, my daughter, 20 are not to call
upon Mrs. Leighton. .... s..
DO not fear me, MOTHER said the
promising daughter Of the high born (D
Mrs. Stinson; 1 fairly despise her white
face ant sad way of speaking. Fitz
ia mes said, the other night. she had the
most intellectual face Of any lady in town
besides being very handsome. That
was enough to make me hate her. |
don't see what such upstarts are permitted
to get into our set for. | think the Da-
venports and Lanes are crazy. Would
you believe it. mother? I saw Kate
Davenport cut walking with her yester-
day?'
why, Elvira Louisa ! you don't say
so? am surprised.
How does my dress do, mother p
Does it trail enough?
Yes, it trails about 6ngcr-length; i;
but Georgettc Leuic's trails a quarter OF
a yard. l do wish your father was not
SO much opposed to long dresses; they are
so stylish.
So do I, but between you aid |, moth
er, think father is getting to be real
old fogy, with his nankeen pants, yell
low vest, and queer ideas.
Dinner is ready, mum, said Irish
Bridget; and the ladies descended to
their dining hall.
Good heavens mother, where is the
dinner see nothing but bread and
butter. hope the scenes of last month
are not to be enacted over again.
Hush, darling in noisy whisper.
Biddy, bring me some water.
There water formost ye, mum
This is not fresh; carry it away.
And as the indignat Biddy carried l.
way the water, that was as cold as ice
could make it, Mrs. Stinton breathed
more freely.
My darling Elvira Louisa, why wi II
you make such remarks before the SER
wants. There is nothing in the house to
cook to-day. l had to use the market
money to pay for the making of your
new cloak. Martson, the mean thing,
would not let it come away till the bill
wa. paid. She said you let your other
bill stand so long.
The younger lady bit her lips.
There l have had enough of that din
ner.. Come up stairs and help me get
ready. I forgot to ask you. how you
put father off about the dinner i?
Oh told him Mary had gone a Wis
iting, and was not we'll enough to stand
over the range.
What did he say?
Oh. he seemed glad Mary had gone
to enjoy herself little; and said he
would cat his dinner down town; any
thing to save Mary.
I do wish we could afford to keep
another girl, mother.
Well, we never can, while Mary Bar
ton is here; and that will be till she is
married, or dead. Your father is as
stiff as mule about her. He says he
promised his dead sister to give her
home, and he means to do it.
I What is she doing to-day
In the out-kitoheD, washing.
Yes; but he wont find it out. .
Is my cloak becoming, mother 3?
It splendid Makes you look ten
years younger ? 1 tell you what, Elvira
Louisa, if you don't 20 off this winter,
20 never will! You are thirty. three,
you know. .-
Yo are mighty good at reminding me
of my age.
Oh, well, dear ncvor mind; no one
knows it but me. Has Fitz James said
anything tender to you lately, dear?
Yes mother: he said last night that
he sfrr
He did ? Well that coming to the
point pretty close. He II soon propose,
my dear
Goodbye, mother. And the amiable