The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-11-15
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AOQy, Sno cTleu, WIaCnIully, II
am ast0nished at you!''
'You are always being astonished at
me" pouted the young lady.
t'To spend your time flirting with a
mere travelling photographer!'
cts so dull here" retorted Miss
Brownson, land one must do some
thing
"Oh, yes,' scornfully spoke the ma.
iron. "But you'll find out presently,
miss, that you're playing with edged
tools. You'll fall in love with him -
II, mamma - echoed -Adela, con.
temptuously. :'What do you take me
for?''
Cor he with you!''
"That's great deal more probable"
interposed Miss Brownson, with a con-
scious toss of her head that set all the
ferns and roses to quivering.
"And then,' added indignant Mrs.
Brownson, 'swhat is to be the end of
it?''
''The end Of 1t, mamma?''
eyes, the end of it!'' and Mrs.
BrOwnson elevated her voice with some
energy.
"Well, you needn' t shout, " said calm
Adela, placidly tanning herself. ''The
end of it will be that shall amuse N.Y.
self until DR.. Fenton's nephew appears
on the scene, with his three hundred
thousand dollars; and then-why,
shall go in for business
Eyes, but Adela-''
''Mamma.'' angrily interrupted the
daughter, "don't be a fool! Earnest
Harcourt is very good looking and
very agreeable, but should no more
think of marrying him than of allying
myself to chimney sweep. Love in a
cottage never would do for me.
have been extensively brought up
my tastes are luxurious; I must mar
ry we'll -
And this little family discussion went
on under the open easement of the
second story apartment, in which Mr..
Earnest Harcourt was looking for the
fugitive volume of poems.
"a chimney sweep, eh - muttered
Mr.. Ha~court, with a comical express
sior on his face. s'And DIR. Fenton's
rich nephew? I wish Miss Brownson
Joy of the wealthy match she has
in contemplation-and L shall be most
happy to make my bow and step
aside.''
And he put the book back on the ta-
BILE.
Yet, with all the philosophy one can
muster, it not pleasant to awake sud-
deny to the fact that one has been
made plaything of and Mr.. Har.
court, in spite of the off-hand way in
| which he took the tidings had little
sting yet smarting in his inner con-
seriousness.
AS he went slowly down the back
stairs little sob reached his ears. It
was Minnie, curled up in one corner
like wounded kitten.
"Why, Minnie, what's the matter %
kindly asked the travelling photograph
er.
"1'm going away sobbed Minnie,
I've broken Aunt Tabitha's best china
teapot, and she says she won't have
me in the house another day and,
| indeed-indeed it was cracked before!"
| "Wbere are you going?"
| II don't know" said Minnie.
She looked so pretty and disconsolate,
so like a rosebud that has been beaten
down by the rain, that our hero paused
in spite of himself.
"But you have no home %
Minnie shook her head.
''Then what is to become of you?"
questioned Harcourt.
81 don't know again uttered
Minnie.
''Minnie, look here!'' Mr.. Harcourt's
heart, in it's rebound was very tender
and susceptible. "I'll give you a
home."
"You, Mr.. Harcourt! But you
can't
'sBut can, if you will consent to
mar: n T. me'' asserted the young man.
Eyes, YOU
"But am only Minnie, she persist
ed.
''You are as beautiful as an angtre,
and as innocent as dove! Don't shrink
away, my dear, dear little girl. Answer
me, yes or no. Will you give yourself
to me % <-.--~,,:,c, -.~ d.
And Minnie, letting him take her
hand in his, whispered
''Oh, l love you so muck, Mr.. Har-
COURT love you so much -
OF course there were various criti-
clSmS when it Was acertained that En-
nest Harcourt was actually married to
Minnie May, the old maids niece and
drudge in general.
"Tastes differ,' said Miss Brownson
contemptuously.
''What can you expect of a travelling
photographer? said her mother.
just as the argument was waxing
spirited. 4 carriage drove up, and a
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