The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-11-06
Taking a Situation.

wen, girls, 0ai0 my UnCl6 bhE nt'
bas, and now what do you propose
to do about It o.
We sat around the FIRE In discons0-
late semi, circle, that dreary, drizyling
May night, when the rain pattered
against the window panes and the poor
little daffodlls In the borders shook and
shivered as II they would fain hide their
golden heads, once more in the mother
soil. My mother. Eleanor and |. The
first, pale, and pretty, and silver hair
ed, with the widows cap, and her dress
Of black hom bazine and Grape |; the
sweetest-looking old lady, Think, that
ever saw. Eleanor sat besides her,
looking. rs she always did, like prin-
cess, with 10 ge, dark eyes, Diana like
features, and hair twisted In sort OF
coronal around her queenly head. While
/, plain, hOmespun Susanpah-com-
monty called, " for Short" Susy--
cr0uched upon footstool In the corner,
my elbows on my knees and my chin
In my hands.
Uncle Barnabas Berkelin sat In the
middle Of the circle, erect, stiff and
rather grim. He was stout and short,
with grizzled mustache, a little, round
bald spot on the crown of his head, and
two glittering black eyes that were al
ways sending their dusky hgbtnings In
the direction least expected. Uncle
Barnabas was rich and we were poor.
Uncle Barnabas was wise In the ways
of the world. and we were inexperienced.
Uncle Barnabas was prosperous In all
Ia Aid xvliIa 10 fbora v-yoo 1. hc1 hor
gain to- be made, we we're pretty sure
to be ones 70 make It. Consequently.
and as matter Of course, we looked
up to Uncle Barnatas, and reverenced
his opinions. Z Gta0 GE-lfi&C
"What do we propose to do about
It 2" Eleanor slowly repeated, lifting
her beautiful jetty br0ws, "a .F
n "Yes, that's exactly IT," said my
mother, neryously; because, Brother
Barnabas, we don't pretend to be busl@
hess women, aud it's certain that We
cannot live comfortably on our present
income. Something has got to be
Done" aa|
Aud then my mother leaned back In
her chair with troubled face. sftt5.
"Yes," said Uncle Barnabas, 'some-
thing has got TO be done But who's
to do it?" 3-'4 -
And another dead silent succeeded
"Isuppose your girls are educated?"
said Uncle Barnabas. 81 know found
enough old school.bills when l was
looking over my brothers papers.
"Of COURSE" said my mother, with
evident prile; their education has
been most expensive. Music drawing,
use of the globes W~'
eyes, yes, of course, - interrupted
Uncle Barnabas. But is 1t practical?
Can they teach p, .osis.
Eleanor looked dubious. / was quite
certain that could not. Mime. Len
DIR, among all her list Of accomplish
ments, had not included the art of
practical tuition. .Cl.q
Humph I" .grunted Uncle Barna-
bas. "Queer thing, this modern Idea
OF education. Well, ifyou can't teach
you can surely do something What
do you say, Eleanor, to q situation ?"
ia situation p" ~ eI's'
The color auttsred in Eleanor's
cheeks, ink pink and white apple bios
some. :. Ia - "' - ~
81 spoke plain enough, didn't P'
said Uncle Barnabas, dryly. Yes, q
situation 10 -.
"What sort of a situation, Uncle
Barpabas9'' e'F ll10Il' ad1 : Ntta
"WeII. can't hardly saw. Part
Servant. mart comnanion 10 an elderly
lady +" exclaimed 'the old gentleman.
GOh. IJncle Baruabas. / couldn't do
that" IU-l-- ~
"Not do it9 And why not ?"
"It's too 'much--too much IL whis-
pered Eleanor. losing her regal dignity
in the pressure Of the emergency Tllke
going out 10 seryice.i' - ~
"1 nd this IL precisely what II Isi''re.
torted TJncIe Bsrnabas. noddins bIs
head. "SeryIce Why, we're all out
AT service In one wav or another. IN this
world 4" -
UOb vas. 7 know" faltered poor
Eleanor. vho. between her dIstaste for
the nronosed man and her ANXIETY mot
IN nfisnd Uncle Darnabas Berkslin'
dIdnss onite know what to say. aBut
I~I,va slwavs bean edneatad 10 be :
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