Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1873-07-19
WRITING FOR THE PAPERS.

Clara Leslie had just turned dow,
the narrow, chestnut-shadea path tha
led along the riverside to the ouie
old farmhouse, where she was spending
these sultry summer days--a slight
violet-eyed young girl, with heav,
masses of gold brown hair, cheek,
rather pale, and a dress of simple
french calico, made and trimmed b,
her own hands.
Eudocia Martip looked almost con.
temPtuously y after her, as she stood al
s4e s9 pend @ o. the road, leaning lightly or
Mr., Wyford's arm. -
g1lss Martin was tall and finely form.
ed, with bright color, sparkling black
eyes, and way of throwing her head
back as she walked. Moreover, her at
tire was of dainty checked silk. and she
wore gold ornaments in her ears and at
her throat. The two girls were of as
qlherent types OF beauty as could easily
be conceived.
Isn't it strange" said Eudocia care
iiessly, that Miss Leslie prefers that
ihorrld, stuffy little farm house to the
MOTEL, where everybody else that is
worth knowing stays %
Perhaps" began Mr.. Wyford quiet
ly, " Miss Leslie's taste"
Oh, it isn't that, interposed Eudo-
cla, somewhat sharply. "It's from a
motive of economy"
Do you think so %
am quite sure of it. Don't Won
observe how shabbily she dresses
callco dresses, linen sets, and not q
jewel about her but that plain little
gold brooch that looks as if it might
have come down from the ark"
She looks very neat always, I am
:" just like mans verdict" laughed
Miss Eudocia. "But is it really true
that she writes for the papers ?"
L oelleve so, answered Mr.. .Wyford,
as ne walked slowly along toward the
Heathdale Hotel with his companion.
But L thought people that wrote
for the papers were always 80 smart and
quiet" '''N
81 don't altogether agree with either
OF your differences, Miss Martin"
" What does she write ?" asked Eudo-
cla, somewhat sharply.
Have you never read those exquisite
little sketches under the signature of
'Clarice in the NeaO York Guest 2"
"Oh, those insignificant little affairs?
Yes, Of course | have You don't mean
to say that the editors pay her for that
silly, sentimental trash %
!" | believe they do"
Miss Martin was silent. for moment
or two. Devoted as she was to dress.
show, and Thousand other minor ex-
travagances, money was considerable
OBJECT In her eyes, and she almost en-
wed any woman who had the faculty of
earning it, as it were, for herself.
Mr. Wyford," said she, with a little
laugh that was meant to be very capti-
waiting, without being conceited I do
believe that [ could write great deal
better than that Clarice' nonsence. It's
SO slmple-iust like one person talking
70 another--no fine words or elevated
phrases"
" [ am told that is considered the
chief charm of her pen," observed Mr..
slightly elevating his eyebrows
in the dusk = q ii0t'!l =
" I dare say it does very well, when
they can't get anything better, !" said
Eudocia, tossing her head supercilious-
ly. " Now Ivegot the plot of charm
ing Moorish story in my head, with old
castles like the Alhambra in it. and a
band of robbers, and magician in a
black velvetlrobe, and But Just wait
until write it out, and I will read it
70 you. Don't you think the Ne,o
York Guest would be delighted to pub
Lish it p
Really" said Mr.. wyford, du-
biously, 81 hardly know. I believe
5he quiet impersonations Of every day
life"
"Pshaw p said Miss Martin, conf
IDENTIFY. "Who cares about everyday
life when they can read of princes and
robbers and bandits caves ? [ think |
shall call it The Scourge of the Moors.
Or would Black Alfonso, or the HUI
rlen's DOOM" be better? Oh, here we
Ire at the hotel, and must run and get
ready for tea.
She was thinking, however, of ''Black
all the time she was BRUSHING
out her black curls.
am sure I could write a great