Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1876-07-07

her name Sald Uncle DarnaDaS,
didn't I tell you? It's Prudence
Mrs. Prudence,
Whata nice name, said /. I know
| shall like her.
Well, ! think You will, said Uncle
Barnabas looking at me kindly; and
| think she will ike you. Its a bar
gain for the nine o'clock train to-
morrow morning.
Yes, / answered stoutly, taking
care not to look in the direction of
my mother and Eleanor.
You're the most sensible of the
1t, said Uncle Barirabas, approving
ly.
Bnt after he had gone to bed in
the best chamber, where the ruf1ed
Dillow-cases We're, and the chintz
cushioned easy chair, the full force
of the family tongue broke on my
devoted head.
Il can't help it, quoth /, holding
valiantly to my colors. We can't
starve. Some of US must do some
thing, and you can live very nicely
mother, darling, Oh twenty dollars
month.
That is true, sighed my mother,
from behind her black-bordered
handkerchief; but never thought
to see a daughter of mine going out
to service.
And Uncle Barnabas isn't going
to do anything for us, after all, cried
out Eleanor, Indignantly. Stingy old
fellowl | should think he might at
least adopt one of us? He's rich as
Croesus, and never chick nor child.
He may do as he likes about that,
l answered independently; I prefer
to earn my own money. -
So the next morning | set out for
he unknown bourne Of New York
life.
Uncle Barnabas, said ], as the
train reached the CITY,, how shall ]
find where Mrs. Prudence Lives 2 /
Oh, I'll go there with you, said
be.
Are you well aquainted with her ?
I ventured to ask.
Oh, very well indeed. answered
Uncle Barnabas, nodding his head
sagely.
We took hack at the depot, and
drove through so many streets that
my head spun around like a teeto-
tum before we stopped at pretty
brown stone mansion-it looked like
mansion to my unaccustomed eyes
and uncle Barnabas helped me
out.
Here is where Mrs. Prudence lives,
said he, with . chuckle.
A neat little maid with q white
frilled apron aud rose cofored ribbons
in her hair, opened the door with
courtesy, and was conducted into
an elegant apartment, all gliding,
exotics and satin damask, when
plump old lady dressed in black silk,
with the lovliest Vallenciennes lace
at her throat and wrists, came smil-
ingly forward with sixty-year old
sunbeam.
So you have come back, ,Barnabas,
said she, and brought one of the dear
girls with you. Come and kiss me,
my dear.
Yes, Susie, kiss your aunt, said,
he, fiinging his hat one way and his
gloves another, as he sat complacent-
/ ly down on the sofa. sFfd y Z
My aunt, l echoed.
Why of course, said the old lady;
don't yon know i? Pm your aunt
Prudence.
But I thought that l was coming
to situation.
Well SO you are, retc,rted Uncle
Barnabss. The situation, of adopted
daughter in my family. Twenty
five dollars month, spe nding mon
ey, the care of aunt Prrldence's cat
and canary, and TO make yourself
generally useful.
Oh, Uncle, Eleanor would have
been so glad to come, if size had
known it.
Fiddlestrings and little fishes! IL
logically responded Uncle Barnabas.
Pve no patience with a girl that's
too fine to work. She had the stu
alton offered her, and chose to de-
cline. You decided to come and
here,you stay. Ring the bell, Prue,
and order tea, for Pm hungry as a
hunter, and / dare say little SusY
would relish cup of tea. fFtr.
And this was the way I drifted
into my new home. Eleanor in the
country cottage, envies me bitterly,
for she has all the tastes which
wealth and a metropolitan home
can gratify; but Uncle Barnabas
viii not hear of my exchange with
her.
No, no he says; the girl I've got
is the girl / mean to keep. Miss FL
eanor is too fine lady to snit me.
But he lets me send them liberal
presents every month, and so I am
happy.
IT's A BoY.-One evening recent
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