Charles City intelligencer. [volume] (Charles City, Floyd County, Iowa) 1864-1866, 1865-11-09

My dear, there must be an end t
this sort of thing !"
The rosy bloom mounted into Mil
dred's cheek she began nervousl,
playing with little turquoise ring oil
her finger. -.a r.. -...r ....
| What sort of thing, mamma ?"
Mr.. Glen is a very worthy an,
amiable young man, don't doubt Mi
dred-bui he is poor--in fact, nothins
on earth but clerk-and you reall,
must aspire to q wealthier match"
But mamma" a.h "...|
"My dear, we won't argue the point,
said Mrs. York, setting her lips togeth
er with that firm contraction that Mil
dred knew boded no good. al wan't
you to come and help Evelyn about
that tulle trimming now-it's such q
pity that Aunt Patience should come
just at this time when we are so busy.
Evelyn York, sitting at the window
in the midst of cloud of tulle and white
ribbon, was very different from hel
sister. Evelyn was tall and finely
formed, with large, imperial black
eyes, jet black hair, and a naughty
sensitive mouth-a modern Cleopatra
without the royal tiara aaaa
Where have you been, Mildred 9r
she asked petulently. al am tired to
death of being lectured by that horrid
old maid-thank goodness, she's taken
herself off at last" .@" ..@@ a.ar~s1
Lectured about what, Evelyn ?"
"Oh, she thinks it very extravagant
for us to dress so handsomely and &c
out SO much with papa's salary, and
she has been giving me her opinion on
the subject impertinent old thing !"
Mildred looked soberly down at the
white tullc. ,........ ..........
II am not sure but what she is
right, Evelyn "l'" Ta@
Nonsense-what an absurd idea.
We are poor, Of course-that is, we
are not rich but we shall never
marry advantageously unless we dress
like other girls. Oh, Milly, l do s,
wish we had some rich relation whc
would leave us ten or twelve thousand
dollars. | should like to have as
much money as 1 wanted just fol
once ~ sz-.'I ss ard
Evelyn" said Mildred, rather alb
sently, where has mamma establish
ed Aunt Patience ?" snt.. ..... s..sa
:" don't know; in the last attic,
believe" ~.s ,.s 20. ...rs.s ..a....s
Not in that dreary little room
with no fireplace and two broker
panes Of glass !" .n.af-aaa
Why not? Isn't it good enough
for her Besides, there is no other
apartment that can be spared" lan
THAT will never do" said Mildred
springing up, she shall have my
room" .... -3 ... .ra / .fsT, a.ra..'
Your room And where will you
sleep?" dar ~a as -
!" In the attic, to be sure it won't
hurt me. Aunt Patience is old and
childly, and it would be cruel to ban.
ish her to a firelcss room in the depth
of winter" ....... .......... ......... .'...
And Mildred went up to make the
exchange, aa ssu... s.. .... .-.
Yon're very good girl, my dear
la good girl said Miss Patience
Perkins, as Mildred stirred the. brigh
anthracite fire an hour afterwards anC
drew forward the chintz draped easy
chair. I didn't think you would have
remembered the old woman's rheumat
ic bones. One day you will be ole
yourself my dear, and thenr perhaps
you'll remember how kind you were
to me-"
Old herself! Mildred could hardl,
realize that, as she looked down OF
the shriveled little old creature, will
Ter stiff crimped cap, and Stiffl,
stretched tucker, and the string Of ole
fashioned gold beads round her neck
Would the time ever come when hel
blooming youth would be transformec
to such a contrast?
And now, my dear, if you'll bring
my spectaclcs, and the knitting work
and my reticule, and don't forget Ii;
little plant brought from Vernon,
with me. It's only rose geranium
But Pve had it this ten years, anc
somehow the smell Of the leaves take.
me back to the days when was ;
girl Dear, dear only to think how
long ago that was Z" l1a.'s
1t was a thriving plant in som,
antiquely shaped pot of some reddisl
glazed ware, and the old woman look
ed greedily at it as Mildred placed il
in the sunny window, where the warn
noon-day rays could interweave theil
yellow beams round tin scented leaves
There, dear, that'll do; and nov
would you mind giving old Aunt Pa
tience "a kiss % i-al a rsa ar.
Mildred hesitated moment. Sh,
could not help feeling an instinctiv,
. aversion to placing her rosy lips
against that witched skin but it was
only momentary. She bent and kiss
| cd the aged crone with sweet cordiali
ty, and then left the room
Ridiculous |" said Evelyn, curling
her lip, as Mildred returned once more
1 to her work. The idea of your in
conveniencing yourself SO much for {
creature like that ="
/ She is old, Evelyn, and very poor.
Then why don't she stay up among
her own native wildernesses an
sure we don't want her here"
Hush, Evelyn /! the door is partial
ly open, and she may hear you"
Il don't care if she does. Lool
Mildred, would you arrange the trim
ming in this way, with cluster O
beads at every loop2"
j And in the absorbing interest Of hel
new ball dress. Evelyn York soon for
got all about the unwelcome intruder
who sat like some fairy god-mother o
nursery lore, beside the bright fire il
the adjoining room"
i Aunt Miss Patience slowly expand
! ing her claw-like fingers over tn,
Goals, and greediiy watching the vel
low play Of the sunbeams above til,
lcherishcd plant did not forget.