The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1875-03-31
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iofilv. The parlOFs are 70 De ueC- :
Grated with real flowers and similax J
in YOUR best style. My aunt wishes
this TO be the most elegant entertain ,
meut of the season" +,
The florist bowed low. F.,
eve want the conservatory near
Iv filed. went on the young lady,
land to hire an orange tree in fruit
for the evening"
But miss, ] am afraid
Expense is no object, emphatic
allv pronounced Miss birmingham
MY aunt says
But here she checked herself, a
the same s.cond fixing her eyes, VIE
a strong glare Of naughty surprise on
a tall. slender girl who stood beniha
the counter busily making up a bou-
met from the piles Of pale, fragrant
~Tiole,s crimson rose buds, feathery
stenbanotis and scarlet carnations
that Law ia perfumeG drifts on their
beds Of wet moss
She was very pretty, or, 70 speak
more correctly, beautiful, with pure
Greek features, black hair knot.ed
low at the back Of her head, and
large. almond shaped eyes, with the
least possible soupcOn Of haughtlness
in the droop oftheir white lids. Her
dress was Of black silk, with lace
frills at the throat and wrists, and a
large brown gingham apron was
fastened about her TO protect her
from the moisture of the flowers.
Miss F~erninghsm stared at her, as
fflike ancient MedGsa, she would
transform her to stone, but the fair
disciple Of Flora took no sort OF notice
OF he fossiliziag look.
Have you : small pink camelia,
Mr.. Hardie?" she asked, as she went
briskiy on twisting vine stems around
the flowers, and slipping bits Of green
fern and dainty %geranium leaves
among them to relieve the o gslei
exuberance Of color.
"Here is one, . said the Horst.
Take care, you are getting that
bouquet to- still"
mo, L am not LYrh
She held up the rainbow-unted
mosaic of flowers as she spoke.
Miss Ferningham gave a great
sniT of contempt as she turned away.
You'll be sure to remember ~
said she to the proprietor.
Il shall not forget Mr.. Hardie
answered ~courteousiy. except the
the orange tree in fruit, ] am not
certain that
1--WE must have i'll" insisted Miss
F~erningham. Il tell you again that
vou bill will be promptly settled,
whsteTer the amount may be"
Aad then Miss FerEingham, step
ming into her silk cushioned landau
bade the -eeachmaa drive home at
once"
She hurried Gp stairs into her
aunt's boudoir, where that august
lady sat surrounded by crested enVel-
opes, perfumed paper and fancy
writing material.
'You haven't sent Of any Of the
invitations vet, have you, Aunt Pen
alope ?" painted the young lady.
Not yet. Why ~
Don't send Clara Anneslie's.n
Not sead Clara Anneslie's ingi-
tatioGg Why not?" exclaimed Mrs.
F~erningham, with vide open eyes
and mouth gradually el0ngating
itself to correspond.
Its al true about her money he-
ing lost ID the San Antonio"
"How DO you know? Have you
seen her lawyer 2"
"No, but l hare seen her. She's
selling flowers behind Hardie's coun-
ter. rhe next thing We know she'll
be g~alloping up and down the aisles
of the opera house selling ten cent
bouquets on a board. Clara AnHes-
lie never had any pride. Why
cJuldn't she take iE sewing OF give
music lessons, or DO something gen
ieei If she masi earn her own liv-
ing"
Did she see yoG ~
'Yes, Of course she did. Welovk-
ed each other full in the face"
"Did she speak,"
Il didu't give her a chance. j
turned away as cold as ice. II IL
lust as yell that She should under
stand first as last that the %aristocracy
will not pat ap with that sort Of be-
hind-lhe-eounter business"
That was right" said Mrs. Fern
ingham, app%roYingly, as she tore zap
the scented note that was to have
been sent 10 Clara Anneslie the Open
Sesame" Of the soiree. where no eS
pense WAS 20 be spared.
Miss BIRMINGHAM frightened up at
once. 1t had been the darling ambi-
tioB of her heart before Clara Annes-
lies beauty eclipsed berl humble
light, to become her cousin Herbert's
bride. Perhaps il was yet upon the
cards that she should gain this acme
of happiness.
So she put on her torquoises,
sresbened up her laees, aad tied pale
blue ribbons in her lusJreless haXen
hair. And in her pretty childish
way she affected when with Der
cousin Herbert, she told her story.
A horrid bore" SAID Mr.. Herbert
Ferningham, playing with his oynx
sleeve buttons. NO end Of a Gui-
sanoe. And Clara Anneslie tho pref
1iest girl out, too. What Is il that
Shakespeare says about 4 dear ga
zelleg I've got it somewhere il an
cid scrap book, l believe. But Of course
ghere's 40 use Of a fellow making
ewes at a shop girl. If / marry at
all it must be a girl with money.
Didn't some one say that Hattie
Courtenay bad three thousand a year
of her OWN"
= = s.
Clara my dear! - Mrs. Estcote
checked her little ponies on the cor
uer OF the street aud beckoued her
young friend to take q seat beside
her, where are you going?"
TO Surini's to look at some oas
so r~elievos.n
well. IN take you there. Jump
10. Have you heard the news -
Il haze heard nothing special"
80 l concluded said Mrs. Est
cote, laughing. People are always
last to hear what directly concerns
themselves. You didn't know then
stay, here comes Mr.. Herbert Fern