The Ebensburg Alleghanian. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1865-1871, 1867-04-04

v cry improper! SrOaOeu Aunt HIClSe.
"Aunt, [ wish you'd hold your tongue p'
sputtered Maude, growing pretticr every
moment in her bright indignation. 81
do love him, papa, with all my heart and
soul!" ais
Aunt Eloise uttered hollow sigh, and
Mr.. Bryant looked at his daughter with
face that was half troubled, half amused
"My little lily-fower," he said, gently,
"all this sounds to me like girls TO-
nance. Maude Bryant is scarcely fitted
to be the wife of young man like Charles
May" a@
"But why not, papa ?" pleaded Maude,
piteously. 81 love him, and II think
he loves me-"
"Fery probable" said Mr.. Bryant,
smiling. "But did it never occur to you
how very unsuitable a wife you would
make to man who has his own way te
win in the world ?"
"No, papa" said Maudo, eagerly, "I
can dust furniture, and can make Jelly
cake, and once l baked cranberry tart"
"Most important qualifications, yet not
quite all-suficient," said her father, with
the utmost gravity. "But just consider,
my dear; here, On tie one hand, is sala-
ry of eight hundred dollars year, OF
nine, We'll say. It's just possible that
out in Chicago, where he has gone, they
pay nine hundred dollars year, and here,
on the other, is Miss Bryant, with her
little, white, useless hands, and her luxu-
rious ideas, and her diamonds, and her
silk dresses. Why, my child. 1 don't
suppose you know what calico means"
eyes, indeed, papa, interrupted Maude,
earnestly. 81 had pink French calico,
once, with pink coral buttons that were
three dollars each-dou't you remember 2"
''You poor mans wife," went on her
father, patting her little, fevered hand.
"Maude, it would be like taking cne of
the white iaponicas out of the conservato-
ry, and planting it on bleak New Eng
land bill. What idea have you of the
trials and sacrifices of life, my little, petted
child 2"
"Papa!" sobbe6 the young girl, pas
sionately, "I am ready to endure any
oreeal-to make any sacrifice. What do
l care fJr diamonds ard dresses? Papap'
she exclaimed, suddenly starting up with
an emphasis thai made Aunt Eoise drop
her gold essence bottle, fLyod think me
mere butterfly that cares for dress apd
jewels ouly Now listen to me- For one
| year from this time-for enc year, mind
I pledge myself to wear no silks or
jewels. Will you believe me at the years S
end Z"
81 shall shink you very extraordinary
young lady, Maude, but-excuse me, dar-
ling-l have no very strong faith in your
persistence"
"You will scey" said Maude, shaking
her curls triumpbantly. "And oh, papa
if" .
J. "Maude," said Mr.. Bryant, with quiet
decision, 81 have already answered you
my decree admits Of no appeal"
She would not cry any more, this
naughty little girl--shc was too proud to
| cry but she rose up and went away with
compressed lips and eyes whose glitter
was sadder far than tears.
81 won't be discouraged for all this
she thought. 81 UiU show papa that I
am something more than doll"
"Maude, you are not going to Mrs.
Hemmingway's in that dress %
Mrs. Harrington, superb in wine-col-
ored velvet, with garnets blazing round
her plump throat and at her wrists, stood
horrltied as Maude came tripping down
stairs. L~ r.E
"Why not, Aunt Eloise ? [ think the
dress is very neat" ..ars.
Mr.. Bryant looked up from his evening
paper at the slender figure in white, float
| ing muslin, with white roses hanging in
among the blue-black curls that touched
her shoulders
81 think so, too,' he said, quietly
| "Stuff and nonsense ~ angrlly exclaim-
ed Aunt Eloise. "Richard Bryant's
daughter in white muslin, with paItry
roses in her hair You should have worn
| pink satin and diamonds" .H.s .saa
81 shall wear no more silks and Jewels,
aunt" said the little lady, very decidedly.
snow, Richard" said Mrs Harm gton,
turning to her brother, care you going to
allow this She will set half of New
York talking w
"Maude shall do as she pleases," said
the merchant, quietly, and Maude gave
him bright, grateful glance as she flut-
tered away like some snow-white bird.
The next morning small triangular
casket OF amethyst velvet lay beside
Maude's plate at the breakfast table. She
took it up with an ipquiring look at her
father. s.G
"Your birthday, my child" he said,
simply.
She opened the casket with a low ex-
clanation of delight as her eye fell on the
white CLEAN of magnificent pearl neck
lace. - ---z-
ooh, papa! how splendid this Is p
Don't thew look ike drona of frozan rooor-