Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1867-06-26

WINNIE, SAID Mrs. farker auth0r1ta
lively, put on your hat and shawl, and G,
to Waters lace store at once for Miss An
geline's parasol.
rent of rain with sinking heart.
IF | might wait till after the shower
ma am, she pleaded in low voice.
obey me this instant" calculated Mrs
| Parker, with an imperative stamp of the foot
So Minnie went.
Mamma" said Angeline, day or two
atterward, Il didn't sleep two winks last
night with Minnie's coughing. [ do wish
you would put stop to it. y
'Minnier' exclaimed Mrs. Parker, turn
around to the pale young girl, who was pol
| lshing the windows, what do you mean by
disturbing Miss Angeline?
Indeed ma am / could not help, it
faltereG poor Minnie, "but my cough was
very bad indeed. | got so drenched with
the rain the other day that
Pooh-nonsense it is all affectation,
4 every bit of it, said Mrs. Parker petulant-
ly. ''Ihe idea of putting on airs. and pre-
tending to be an invalid-but will not en-.
have reason to complain again.
All that night Minnie tossed to and fro,
trying to stifle her hectic cough in the scant
pillow, lest Miss Angeline pampered slum-
bers should be disturbed and wondering if
all the world was as joyless and dreary as
the brief glimpse she had already had of it.
When she rose In the morning. pale and
tunressed, with dark circles round her eyes
and dizzy feeling in her brain, the snow
was piled high against the attic window
panes, and the wind was shrieking in shrill
gusts down in the street.
Minniel Minnie'' echoed Mrs Parke er' s
sharp discordant voice up the stairway, get
your broom and the snow shovel ami clear
the snow off the side walk. Those loafing
men charge quarter for doing it, and you
may as well save the money for me- Come,
make haste. %
Its very cold, ma am" pleaded poor
Minnie, 'and my head aches terribly
''Stwfi" exclaimed Mrs Parker. 81
won I have any fine lady airs, the fresh air
is all you want. Be quick, now, and you'll
finish before it's time to set the breakfast
table
Half an hour subsequently, Mrs. Parker
was startled by brisk peal of her front
door bell
WELL what's wanting now?" she de-
manded, pgtting her pink cap ribbons gin
gerly into the snow. BLESS me, whats
the matterp"
For stalwart policeman stood there, his
anu SIiOuIucTS lu1Chly DOWucGcu Will
snow, and dropping figure supported in
his arms.
Matter? your girls tainted away or
somethiag It's shame to send such
white faced thing out in storm like this -
And Mrs. Parker took poor Minnie in,
secretly gnashing her teeth at the idea of
bound girls having mortal frailty and weak
ness. Truly, it was great presumption.
what pity that Mime should take it !
into her ridiculous head to be sick at such
time as this, groaned Mrs Parker as she |
took out her silver and cut glass for the
decoration of a gala dinner table. ''And |
that rich East India client of your fathers |
coming to dinner, too.
Isn't Mime any better to-day?" asked |
Angeline, awning.
mo, | suppose not; any way, she won't
get up
''Pshaw!" said Angeline spitefully, shes
as well as | am, if she only chose to say so. y
Your father was saying something about
sending for doctor if she didn' get better. -
''Fiadlesticks ~ said Angeline. "A doc
tor, indeed it's only that she likes lying in
bed better than working. Mamma, what
dress shall [ wear? It's great shame that
Minnie can curl my hair for me- -
Put on your blue silk, Angeline, with
the white lace trimming it is so becoming
to your fair head and delicate complexion.
Those old bachelors are uuaccountable crea
lures, and there is no saying but that he
will put the whole of his business into your
fathers hands if You succeed in making a
favorable impression
Accordingly, Mrs. and Miss Parker were
attired in their best that afternoon, as the
door opened and the two gentlemen came
in-Mr Parker tall and thin, with green
spectacles and cadaverous countenance,
and Mr. Elliott portly, brown-faced man,
with fiery black eyes and a mobile mouth,
but partially concealed by heavy gray
Delighted to see you, 1 am sure, Mr..
Elliott" said Mrs. Parker, sweetly, while
Angeline courtesied nearly to the floor.
Pray take the easy chair. -
"Yes, yes, II dare say, spattered the
East Indiaman, beginning a nervous trot up
and down the room. ''but don't want to
sit down. Parker don't keep me IN sus-
pense any longer.
Mrs. Parker looked at her husband In
surprise. Mr.. Parker was polishing his
spectacles.
things-very, indeed Mr.. Elliott has been
making inquiries. since his return, after an
only sister he had somehow managed to lose
sight of-married against his wishes, be-
ieve-and he learns that she died in this
city about FIVE years ago, in very INDECENT
"How very sad p sighed Mrs. Parker,
sympathetically. , :.
'Leaving," went on Mr.. Parker, "a
laughter, who was sent to the Medbrock
Orphan Asylum. 7
Mrs. Parker opened her gray eyes very
vide. !