The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1870-12-22
er I am or not tY' shortly demanded
Miss PenpGpaeker.

OF tnlns, answered the oqulre, anu
wouldn't let my house to one Of 'em "
"Well. them" said Miss Grace, brave.
ly. Il do believe in woman's right to
vote If she chooses, to lecture II she
chooses. and to be just exactly as i'll
dependent as she chooses. II that's
being woman's rights advocate, I'm
one" .r
"Then," said the Squire, thrusting
his hands deeply into his trowsers
pockets, "I'd rather not let my house
to YOU" ,"s.u
"Then you can let it alone" said
Miss Grace, tipping her round hat de-
family over her resroussee nose. "Comc,
Gerty."
| And the ohedient niece dutirully fol-
lowed in her warlike aunts footsteps
"What shall VIC do, aunty?" Ger.
trude asked, when they had walked u
little way. .a.
"There are houses enough" said
Aunt Grace; land I won't be dictnte'l
to-! ltelI you what, Gerty, the more
one sees ofman, the more one gets dis.
2usted. I wish l knew of an island
somewhere Inhabited solely by wo-
men"
80 do l, aunty," said Gerty, cling
ing closer to Miss Grace's protecting
skirts.
Miss Pennypacker selected the next
most eligible house on her list--a
Swiss cottage on hill, owned by an
apathetic old lady, who would have let
her house to Mephistopheles himself,
il he had come with dress coat,
French boots, and suitable recon-
mendation from the real estate agent
"What kind of neighborhood is
it," asked Miss Pel.nypackcr.
"Well," drawled old Mrs. Hall,
"tain't very lively. The doctor, he
lives in the big house--an eccentric
sort of a man, that won't have wo.
man nowhere round; and there ain't
no society, and"
III don't want society,"" interrupted
Miss Pennypacker. ''Give me the
keys, and I'll take possession at once" :"
Great was Miss Penny packers glee-
full self-congratulation, when she found
herself safely installed in Laurel
Lodge" which was the name of the
Swiss cottage on the hill
"Roscs, dafodis, honeysuckles, and
plenty of currant bushes" she chuck
led. "I'll send for load of books at
once; and get your easel up in the
north room, Gerty."
ut will be so nice, aunty," suid Ger
trude, who was one of those human
mirrors who reflect the thoughts, ideas
and propensities of those who sur
round them.
Miss Grace Pennypacker was fat,
fair, and thirty-Gye-a snooth-browed,
merry-eyed old maid; and Gerty, at
sixteen, was just like daisy, fresh, in
nocent and blushing. Miss Penny
packer believed in the independence of
women, and had store of theories
which she ventilated on every possible
occasion. Gerty believed just what
her aunt did.
"And now," said Aunt Grace, "Ill
show that old blockhead Northall
whether two women can be independ-
ent or not. won't have 3 man about
the place. for l always believed that
whatever man can do, woman can do {,
great deal better, II she only choose to
turn her whole mind to it"
So Aunt Grace had her walls white
ashed by an Irish female, her garden
hoed by q stout German frau, and he'
piazza colums painted by sharp-faced
daughter OF the soil who "worked al
round the neig ghborhood' for ten shil
liugs day and her hoard.
doesn't this suit you, my dear p
said Miss Grace, coming in from the
flower borders with her apron full Ol
pladiolus bulbs, and trowel under hel
arm. ..
| "Yes, aunty DEAR" said Gerty, who
was reading The Loves of the An
gels" behind the honeysuckles.
But on Sunday morning, when Cert,
descended from her chamber. with
purple vel, ct. bound prayer book in he
hand. and white muslin dress, ant
round hat to match, Miss Grace de
|, INJURED somewhat.
aI'm only going to church, aunty,'
said Gerty. ..
TO hear . man preach "
{, "But what shall ! do, aunty?' mp
!. pealed Gerty.
"Bet,er stay at home and read ser
\ mon."
I'VE haven't any sermons, aunty."
II could preach one myself, l dar
. say" said Aunt Grace ambitiously
! Nv ell. go--just for TO day. Next wee