The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1873-04-17

than Ada and considered reasonable,
and was only animated by the somewhat
frequent arrivals of the object. They
were " engaged" parents had bestowed
their consent and blessing, and the
wedding was to come of in few
months so we thought, perhaps un-
reasonably, that Netty might have TAX
en- it little more coolly, and having
studied the case to the full extent of our
opportunities, and decided that we
would have acted very differently under
similar circumstances, we began to feel
a little injured and wished that Netty
would either become rational or 60
homo. We were having very lively
time, but for her. Picnics, and walks,
and drives and rides, and tea drinking,
went off in rapid succession, like a pack
of fire crackers all lighted at once, as
they never did anywhere except at
Aunt Sully's; but the object could not
be at all of them, and when he was ab-
sent, Netty moped. Remonstrance was
useless she responded with pity for
our forlorn condition and our ignorance
of her bliss satire and irony were met
with mild superiority. We were be-
coming desperate, when delightful
incident broke up the monotony, gave
us new phase to study, and revived all
our Interestingly quarreled! | can
not for the life of me remember what it
was about, but think Netty had worn
dress which his highness considered
ugly, upon some festive occasion which
he graced his presence, and he came to
the wise conclusion that she "dd it on
purpose, as the children say, At any
rate, we heard what sounded from the
piazza like a pretty serious argument,
honorably remaining too far off to catch
ANYTHING but the tones. We saw the
prince depart, forgetting his hat in
his wrath, and obliged to make
an ignominious return for it, and we
found Netty, flushed and indignant, at
the piano, warbling saucy ballad in a
clear and rather unnecessarily loud
voice, which she managed to keep up
until the prince was fairly out of the
lane, when she broke down hysterically
and rushed sobbing to her room, deaf
alike to questions and consolation.
For one long and miserable week the
object was unheard from, and nothing
but the study of the new phase consoled
Ada and myself for the gloom which
pervaded the house, for Aunt Sally in
stead of laughing at Netty, or scolding
her we'll, had, to our utter astonish
ment, taken to petting her in a snrrep-
titious manner, in her long fits Of silent
meditation. To cap the climax, a dis
NAL storm of wind and rain set in, and
the chimneys moaned and demonstrated,
and whimpered until we We're nearly
out of our senses.
Ada and were sitting in the library
by the blazing od-fre--a real wood
fire on an open hearth with andirons-
the second evening of the storm, yawn-
ing undisguisedly and wishing heartily
for bedtime, when Aunt Sally appeared
upon the scene with resolute face and
NO work in her hand. We were loung-
ing upon the hearth-rug, too lazy to
support ourselves, and so supporting
each other. Aunt Sally placed low
chair for each of us on the two ends of
the rug, picked up first one and then
the other, and put us into the chairs,
then raised Netty, who was stretched
out upon the lounge at one side OF the
fireplace, in the same unceremonious
manner, and stuck her in the corner ef
the lounge, in manner which remind
ed me of how I used to make my doll
"slt up like lady"
"Girls," she said, "you are too lazy
for anything. l am going to tell you a
story, but you'd all be asleep in five
minutes.
This startling announcement galvan-
lied the three inert voices in manner
amazing to behold. We had always
wanted to get Aunt Sally started upon
her own history, and now we had feel
ing sense that our wish was near its
fulfllment. Three earnest voices tes-
tilted to three wide-awake eager listen
ers. ..
"Well, then get your work, " said her
ladyship, severely, " and don't all sit
staring at me or you'll put me out. -
knitting and oroohet-work were obe-
diently produced, and the oracle, as
suming the attitude into which she in
variably fell-or rCse-in her few brief
hours of leisure-bolt upright in her
chair, with an elbow in each hand-be-
gan her narrative.
"Iknow you all want to know why /
am an old maid. You need not think |
have not heard your little cacklinss
and whisperings about it, and you need
not blush, either ; curiosity is nothing
to be ashamed of, so long as you take
no mean way to crafty it. l know very
we'll what most of my kind friends and
relations think they takeit for grant
ed that I have alwaws been as
fierce as 1 am now, and that 20 man ev-
or dared to come within shooting dis
tance Of me and they may think 80 il
they like, it makes no odds to me-only
tiokles me to soc how mistaken wise