Weekly Trinity journal., 1876-01-08

ter, VINO had many years before been
Tilted by a gentleman named Timothy
Hoarhound Perhaps he used to go
courting some false creature in that hat,
with that umbrella in his hand, and they
were mementos of the past"
Meanwhile the young doctor, who had
attended upon Mr.. Shippen, had been
told that Miss Shippen had been sent for,
and that her uncle had declared that he
had left her something"
Every penny, no doubt" said Mrs.
Smith, thinking of her oldest son, and of
how we'll it would be for him to captivate
the heart of such an heircss as that, and
quite unconscious that the doctor had
made up his mind that ho would at least
see what the girl was like, and if she was
presentabe make an impression upon
her.
And when that evening carriage roll
ed up to the door and II figure in the finest
mourning stepped out of it, not only
were the people in tho block all at their
windows, but the four gentleman dodgers
were in the hall, and the doctor at the
carriage door on one side and young MIR.
Smith on the other.
AS tor Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Petting
they greeted her with display of white
handkerchiefand tears editying to behold.
Miss Anna Maria was girl of eight
cen, not quite so pretty as she evidently
thought she was, who wore thce OF great
glee and triumph under her Grape bon
net, and made no pretence OF sorrow.
The pocket handkerchiefs were pock-
eted very shortly after she had declared
that she never saw anything but crus-
tiness in poor Uncle Shippen, and that
she was amazed that any one should cry
about him.
" I'm going to show him every res
pect, though" said Anna Marin, al de-
clare you wouldn't believe how much my
mourning cost, and real jet jewelry is ms
expensive rs almost anything. I've got
II black fan and not bit of white about
me. Every respect l'll show him. And
black does become me. lvo such fine
color"
" Mrs. Petting and | were saying how
we'll you looked in it," said Mrs. Smith,
and my Edward said to me:
"' Ma, | always thought mourning was
IA gloomy dress, but when | saw Miss
Shipper in it, | declare thought it about
the most becoming style u lady could
wcar."'
Which was your son P' inquired Miss
Shippen. "Tho red haired young man p
mo, that was the DOCTOR" said Mrs
Smith, My son has black hair, lovely
black hair and mustaches."
ia like something to ea!," said Miss
Shippen-" something hearty"
And suppose you won't wait to SEQ
the poor gentleman tonight" said Mrs.
Petting.
Z" Don't want to see him at all. Never
did while he was alive, and don't see why
| should now he ISM" said Miss Shippon.
"To be sure it can't do him any good, ,"
said Mrs. Petting.
"Of course not" said Miss Shippen.--
:: say, what DID he say he left mo 2''
"He didn't state" said Mrs. Petting.
" | expect it's the whole Of his for
tune" said Miss Shippon. Pm his on.
ly relation. Ma and pa died when | was
over so little. Pa was his brother. |
never used to do as some people do either
never curried favor with him. To be
+surc, no one ever thought he was rich
but used to torment him so. That um-
brella most Of all. He used TO bring it tc
the dinner-tabe and be MS precious Of il
us if it was gold. l used to make fright
ful fun OF it. And, oh, how mad he'C
get. Especially when asked him if il
was Mrs. Harris umbrella, like Saircy
Camps you know"
"Eh ?" said Mrs. Petting.
"a queer old thing in one of Dickens
novels that went out nhrsing," said Miss
Shippen.
"Ah !" said Mrs. Petting, highly Of
Tended, "and think Mr.. Dick ems had
NJ much TO do to ridlcule ladies that are
honest way, and an umbrella is very use
ful and needful 10 such as go out in all
weathers, and anyway | shouldn't cast
up about any ones umbrella, however
old fashioned, when the poor dear was
dead and gone. 1t may be respectable
respectful for relations, not SO much ~ Il
shed tear for them that's left them for
tunes, but that isn't the way ] wa
brought up. No, I'm proud to say if
have come to nursing in my elderly year
after living in splendor and having th'
best Scotch ale for dinner, and whateve
| thought of, rs long rs poor dear Pet
ting lived" and Mrs Potting aounced out
Of the room.
What temper I" said Miss Shippen.
"Myi / wouldn't get along with her
I'm u regular witch-always was-teasC
and torment every ono. Didn't | TEASE
old Uncle Shippen Ny see him now
banging his umbrella on the floor anC
vowing to punish me and after all, Pm
his heiress."
" You ought to know my son." said
Mrs. Smith. =" He does love IL joke
And Mrs, Smith shortly introduced young
Smith, after a private warning that the
young lady liked fun.
Before this, however, the doctor had
introduced himself and had been favored
with an account Of the practical jokes
which Miss Shippen had been in the habit
Of playing on her uncle, and few of hen
plans for the future, and finding the gir
by no means plain, and very stylishiy
dressed, had resolved to make sure
thing of it, and began to make love al