Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1875-11-04
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81 believe you We appropriated every atom
of Sunshine there is in the house. l al
WAYS thought my own room was charm
inc. ill YOU came and disenchanted it. >
And. indeed, Miss Drexel's parlor deserv-
ed his encomiums. 1t overlooked the
country through four broad windows,
whose embrasnres were filed with flower
ing plants here and there were little treas
ures saved from the wreck OF once lux
urious home; a writing stand OF Enghsh
lacquer-work, an antique char, re" ram
ily portraits Of ladies in satins ana leweis'
grandfather by Copely; an ormoiu cioeS'
with chime like distant cathedral pen
a Dresdon china vase, and Pompeian
lamn which illuminated the ordinary
boarding-house furniture, and lent the
room an air of quaint picturesqueness.
The sun heaped great bars OF goid on
the diuqy carpet, which made amends for
its depressed expression, and touched ana
Intensified every bit of color with its mag
ic. I'm the place made one dream Of paint
ed windows and the flash oftropical wings.
while the flowers in the Dresden vase pal,
pitated like gems, and the odd figures OF
the lacquer-work seemed starting out from
their dull background, and the geranlums
and fuschias burned like torches IN the
acknowledges. Miss Huldah suggested
that she shut out some OF the glare, alter
this, palpably limiting an injury to the car
pet. "Too much sunshine is bad Tor eyes
and carpets, Miss Drexel," she said. She
did not care farthing for Miss Drexeis
ewes; she was merely afraid OF the effect
on Mr.. Jeffreys. The room was getting
too pleasant 10 him. 1t was aGgravating
enough, no doubt, to hear Mr.. Jeflreys
and Miss Drexel chatting on the stairway,
going up and down, and in the hall TO
Know the conversation sometimes dropped
into such an undertone that it was impos-
sible for the best-regulated ear TO catch
the import; to find that when they went
out in different directions, they almost
invariably returned together, as if under
the influence of some magnetism hardly
understood by their landladies. 1t was
surely little annoying that Mr.. Jetfreys
should spend evening alter evening in Miss
Drexel's parlor at the whist table, espec-
tally as he had excused himself from the
game on the previous winter evenings on
the score of ignorance.
.Oh. thought you didn't play hist,
essayed Miss Huldah, with feigned sur
prise.
"pye been learning" he answered.
with the help of Miss Drexel, Pvie and
Cavendish. I'm partner fit for queen"
"Then come down and play with kath-
arine and me, sometimes. And perhaps
Miss Drexel will favor us too. I'm about
tired of dominoes."
They consented. to be sure, but the
scheme did not work. Miss Huldah be-
came SO entanglsd in the branches of the
family tree that she trumped her partners
trick. Katharine was Mr.. Jeffrey's part
ner, but he saw nobody but Miss Drexel.
Miss Huldah began to doubt if he under
stood that grandpapa had kept his car
rage and span, had entertained commo-
dore, and had built and lived n:Pimico
Place, at the court end of Marathon, where
she and Katharine had first seen the day
She forgot all this was an old story to Mr.
,Jeffreys, of which he was already weary,
and which affected him not nearly so
much as if they had been born in howell
and reared on mud pies. In spite OF her
plain face and commonplace style, Miss
Drexel was working mischief for katha-
rine, Huldah feared, and she took her
work up to that young reprobates room,
one afternoon, and read her an indirect
lecture on the improperly of seeing gen
tlemen alone in a clearinghouse. espec-
tally if you were young woman with no
family behind you, in q strange place,
where folks are ready to talk lu fact be-
fore the summer was half through, Miss
Huldah was at her wits end. She de-
clined to give up the cherished scheme OF
dozen summers for this upstart.
LCoNTINUED TOMORROW.