The Van Buren press. [volume] (Van Buren, Ark.) 1859-1914, 1877-10-02

all the lamps in the house burning. And
II l had been dying, should have laugh
cd at Kitty, as she stood just within the
door Of the drcssing-room, holding up
in dismay mass of mud and finery that
she would never be able to make over for
herself.
/" Surely said Nora, looking In next
day, it's lucky the jintlemin wint OF as
he eeme tho night, for the masther was
that wild he'd ha' niver sane him.
"What gentleman ?" said l.
1.-THE wan Teddy whit to fetch an
missed" tr43 lu 7##slaH M
oh. Colouel McManus Then he's
Gomez" ...z., ...s.
AN gone. BY the same token, whin
he found there was diyil sowl to resave
him, an the dinner burned to cinder,
rs towld him, and he overlooked like,
he tarcs up and down, an ay twas Ted !
should be Gather, snyin' he was mad at
onst, but bein' jintlemin"-- And No
ra turned away her arms in her apron and
her nose in the air. But the sarcasm do
ing her good, she came back presently.
'Ye poor darlint! said she--I never
could teach my servants the least respect
for me- was that scared when ! see
himself bringin ye in, lump of mud,
an he white as the back of your hand,
that forgot intirely the message the big
colonel left, the divil fly away with him /!
'Messagei
'Jist that! To give Mr.. Parks his
card. and say that Colonel McManus--
bad cess to the likes of him had no
time to travel hunder miles twiceH
When was we'll and about again, we
we're out on the Long beach, another twi-
light, but taking excellent care Of our
steps, and keeping quite on this side of
the two great piles of drift wood that
adorned it.
How much wood do you suppose that
there is In these piles, Rex?' | asked.
Il don't know. Maybe foot
"A foot! How absurd---and the piles
half as high as am 7
oh, not any more. An eighth OF a
cord is putting it large
And how much Is wood cord?' ]
persisted, with aggravating pertinacity.
oh, come, now, Clara, know what
you are driving at. Eight or nine dol
larsr and he swore little under his
breath, l thought.
You'd better. said l. There's a
dollars worth of wood, there-l like to
scrutinizc my accounts, you know--lets
see what 1t cost US; one diamond-headed
pin, one carved coral necklace, one anne
thyst silk dress, one pair Of French
boots, one India mantle, one priceless
and antique intaglio. one dress suit. one
pair OF Paris CATERS, doctors and drug
gist's bills. Per contra, one foot Of
And the whole OF itv cried Rex, .
tribe, . bagAtelie. mere fraction. II cost
prise, that 8 justas sure 70 win as 'tn6 sun
is TO rise, to morrow. A deuced dear
foot of wood, Clara; nevor mean to
preach or practice one jot or title OF
economy, again. We may starvc, but
We II never economizc ?
That's dear boy! Now, let's burn
it; we piled 1t up to burn, you know.
And had snatched his match safe, and
was running to the piles, Rex following.
There it goes" said l, at last, com.
fortably retrcating. They arc funeral
pyres. Well throw on them all our
economy.
And our desire to be millionaires.'
And our quareling.
And our fear Of coming to the poor
house."
And, rs the great rosy sheets Of crack
ling fire went wallowing up the dark pur'
pie of the late twilight, and making the
shivering stars retreat before it, ANYBODY
up in General Gurceau's windows, look
ing down, might have seen two crazy
young people, with their arms about each
other in its light. who felt that they were
disposing of every care of life and thei'
small bills Harper's Bazaar.