Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1873-10-24
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| Nelly.
Oh said Miss pieklel,nry, ssI have
an idea that the literary one and thi
Escllosl teaching one arc very ineiiicien,
though
Indeed, Aunt, yo,a are aaite inista
ken, I-n s.
Oh, well, never mind all that, said
Miss Picklebury. Only I'm glad youl
mamma sent tho sensible one of the
family .ssa
Clara Courtenay plunged into the
domestic details of Hiss Pieklebury's i
establishment like q bee iii honey
suckle bell. She made preserves, con
cocted cake and revelled in .jallies ;sIlts
cleaned house after d style that made
Aunt Picklebury open her eyes in ad-
Inirafion she prepared the best room,
and was discovered by Harry Hayden
ou the top of a step-ladder, with her
chesnut braids tied up III q towel, and
wliitewasliing. s
AIsn't she charning?.' asked Aunt
Picklebllry, confdentially.
"Delicious..D answered the young
lawyer, with emphasis.
And SO he came autumn evenings
to read poetry to Miss Clara, while
Arni Melissa hurtled away off in one
corner, and took shrewd and not I'M
satisfactory notes of things in gen
c1al. y.
"Tell me about your sister, said he,
one evening. 8
(which sisterw said Clara, who was
skillfully putting together a marvel
GUS mathematical silk quilt Of her
aunt's.
"The authoress.n
"Oh,p said Clara. s'WeIl, she is a
good deal like me.v
"As youngp ~
"As prettyfn .t la'5 #
Snow that's nonsense" said Clara,
seriously. "Of course both my sisters
are a great deal better looking than j
am.n
them, said Harry, " and if | wasn't
afraid she was spectacled and inky |
should almost be tempted to fall in
love with her. Would she love me, do
you think ?"
Clara colored and bent closer over
her work.
/ sI--I don't know whether shesyoa.d
or not, Y said she.
I .s5Nell, / shall not try" sail Harry,
Isl'o tell you the truth,
have always had holy horror of au
thoresses."
! '.Very complimentary to my sister,
said Clara, poilting.
And of course Harry had to pacify
her; and just then Bridget called Miss
Picklebuy into the kitchen, and when
she came back the young people had
great news to tell her. They were en-
gaged!
..Ah,r said Miss Picklebury, rubbing
her nose with her knitting needle.
..I'm glad to hear it. / knew my SEN
sible niece would be appreciated here
in the West.n
Mrs. Squire Seabury came to the
office of Hoyt & Hayden the next
morning.
ssOh, Mr.. Hayden said she, such a
star as hope to secure for my recep-
ton to night, real, live autlloress.-
And then, just to think that she has
been living incognito among us for SO
long,
"Whom are you alludigg top asked.
the young lawyer.
f'Miss Courtenay, of course. Annie
Courtenay, the authoress."
ssOh, you are mistaken y said our he
70. stThis young lady is Clara Courte
nay.n
.sAnnie Clara Courtenay,n distinctly
enunciated Mrs. Seabury, wisely nod
ding her head sDon't you see! Annie.
G. Courtenay-that's her inyariable
Harry Hayden went to the Pickle
bury mansion just as soon as he could
decently get rid Of Mrs. Squire Sea-
bury.
CLARA said he, what is your first
namen
Clara hung down her head.
Harry, are youvery angry with mep
t.Not a bit. Didn't tell you was
almost tempted to fall in love with
Annie Courtenaygn n
s.You see,n pleaded Clara, aStisie
had just commenced a German course,
and Marian couldn't leave her school,
and-and there seemed no one but me
to come. And thought Aunt would
forgive me if did write stories for the
papers,
ssI'l answer for her pardon" said
Harry, laughing.
Miss Picklebury was a little aston
ished at first, but with Clara's arms
around her neck, as matter Of course
she could only forgive the sly little
diplomat.
.ssWho would have suspected you Of
being literary p said she.-In Sterling