The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1872-09-27
IN LOVE WITH A CURL.
By HELEN LUQUEER.

sense" and the young lady shrugged
her lovely shoulders and adjusted her
pretty morning wrapper and took her
seat opposite to her trowning mother
at the table.
Hours before, the lord and master
had eaten his breakfast hastily and
alone, and gone down town to busi-
ness, feeling very like Mantalini-like
ian old horse on an old treadmill,"
while his wife and daughter were
sleeping away the fatigue of the
nightly dissipation of fashionable life.
Mrs. Gordon, in q faded, shabby
wrapper and curl papers, served the
coffee in such spasmodic jerks as to
threaten the destruction.of the deli.
cate china, and continued:
Il am ont of all patience with you,
Marcia. The truth is you are heart
less tiirtn
"Oh mamma, that's SANDER"
81 won't have any of the pretty,
impertinent speeches with which you
charm the men, replied the mother,
with deepening color. Il intend to
find out what you mean by your con-
duct, and why you treated Marina.
duke Singleton in the way you did
last night"
Treated him how"
And Marcia arched her beautiful
eyebrows and looked SO innocent out
OF her lovely blue eyes that her moth
er could have struck her.
You know well enough that YOU
have queened it in society for the last
three years, and by your caprices lost
scores of chances to settle in life
And here is Singleton at your feet
the best match by all odds, and last
night you positively suubbed him two
or three times"
But, mamma, took the very way
TO keep him at my feet. These mas
culIne butterflies want alternate pet
ting and snubbing. Didn't you see
how like slave he followed me into
the cloak room, and how tenderly he
wrapped me up. But. ah me-" and
she pushed her toast away untouched,
Il am heartily sick of This life and
the whole masculine world together"
She arose and walked TO the win
dow and began drumming with her
delicate pink, almond-shaped nails
upon the glass, aud at that moment
the subject of their conversation rode
by upon horseback, and bowed 10 the
figure at the window.
Il should like to know villa: you in
tend to do the rest OF your days"
asked her mother.
Live, move, and have my being,
l presume. That seems TO, be the
sum of existence"
| Marcia, come here. Sit down
Now listen. 1t is time for you to
know that we have spent lots OF mon
ey upon your education and bringing
out, TO no apparent result for your
good. Your sister, Victoria. will fin
ish her studies this fall, and then will
have nothing TO come out upon. 1t
has all been wasted upon you, and
your father is bankrupt. There!'-
and Mrs. Gordon placed her handker-
chief to her eyes and began to weep.
rs it in reality so bad as that, dear
mother? Why did you not tell me
before?"
Il hoped that the match between
you and Singleton would have been
settled before it was necessary"
"And / was TO have been palmed
off upon him in that style! Mother,
l shall 90 down into the country to
Aunt Mary's, or else turn governess
II don't care which. As for society,
| am done with it. Do what you can
for Victoria, and sell her to the high
est bidder l am no longer in the
market"
"UngratefuI child!" sobbed Mrs.
Gordon.
Marcia only replied by kissing her
mother, and then went up to her
room and indnlged in a good, long
cry. She was fully resolved to be no
longer burden upon her parents
She thought of her patient, hard
working father with bitter pang.-
| To resolve, with her was to ACT, and
accordingly she went TO her Aunt
Mary's and made herself as useful to
her relatives as one educated as she
had been could possibly do. She
manufactured all sorts of exquisite IT,
I dies and mats, until the little vine e-sha
ded parlor looked like fancy store
and indrlged variety of other useless
feminine accomplishments.
The dreamy days of summer passed
very happily to the city-bred girl
But with the first breath of autumn
came the news of her fathers failure
and soon after, that his jaded life had
suddenly ended, and she FASTENED tc
town to attend the funeral She
found her mother and sister in suite
of rooms. and the fashionable, world
ly woman sat in her widows weeds
and poured out reproaches and tears
together over her daughter, and theil
fallen fortunes and her lost opportu
mites. Marcia bore all in silence anc
looked SO fragile and lovely in mourn
ing that her mothers regrets changed
into sighs every time she looked a
her. But one day Marcia came home
, from weary search for situation
with light in her eyes and flushed
cheeks which told OF success.
Il have secured place, dear moth
: err, as governess to a little orphan
{ girl, OF eight years old, aud | ann tt
. have the wages of both nurse ant
governess, as / am to take entir,
charge of her.
"Oh, March, how can you stoop Sc
low? You haven't got my pride.-
Nurse and governessp
"No; I haven't, mamma, but T hav.
Just enough to prevent my living OF