The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-08-22
WHY He Changed His Mind


excellence in your hOusekeebing-the
one particular smartness of your child
or relatives; the one branch in which
twiukles your little lustre, and take of
the bushel under which 1t is hidden.
These people never remember that your
broth + john married grOceps daug1-
ter, or that Maria Areminta had thatuu-
lucky Irritation with The Italian mu SIC
master. They don't recognize your last
winters hat that you made over, or
detect the fact that you have turned
your old gown. They put everything IN
its right place; their voice is always in
the right key; they KNOCK nothing over;
and no matter how berutf1 ID, or In how
much OF porcupine state they find you,
they are tolerably sure to leave you with
u smile on your face and sunshine on
your brow.
one OF those blessed mortals was
Edith Hepburn. She labored under seri-
Gus disadvantages when sne first came
amongst us-tor she was wealthy, talent
ed, and rarely beautiful; but girlish
plque and prejudice quickly melted away
in Lne sunshine of her lnlmltable tact;
ana long before we graduated she was
our chieI, and we her sworn SUBJECTS anu
loyal abettors in everything, from non.
sense to downright mischief. when 1
say we, l mean the thirty girls oi
Madame Duvernay's pensIOnnat, to each
and all OF them Edith was bound by
promises of undying friendship aud un-
tagging correspondence; but four of the
uumDer were cronies-ner "lntimates
and contidentiais," she termed us; and
we four, Georgiana March, Lille Reade,
Esther Marcy and my humble sell, were
as one heart and soul in iolIowing where
ever Edith led the way.
1t was The third week since we had
graduated; cold, gray day IN January
-noG clustering, but SO stllly-keenly
cold, that it made us glad to hover
around the glorious wood fire blazing in
the library Of ner iather's fine, old coun-
try house, where we were spending the
holidays with her. All that morning
Edith had been uncommonly silent,
Emitting zealousIy at huge shawl in
tended for the handsome shoulders of
Georgiana March, frowning often to her.
SELF and puckeriug Ominously her rosy
little mouth as though she and somebody
were at feud, ana somebody would
presently hear from it, in which case we,
VINO were privately watching her, were
decidedly of the opinion that "some.
body" would get the worst OF it.
"Who ever heard OF such name ~ she
said, at length, abruptly.
Everybody went on at once in par.
oXysm OF mystltication.
.What name? What was she talking
aboutT
"You wouldn't ask" she said, rather
nettIshly, "if it were diuned in youI
ears as often as it is in miner But since
you don't enjoy my facilities, l will gra
ciously conuescend to enlignten you
PangDurn is tue delignttul and eupho
NOUS word that l have been sounding
| TO myself Ior the last hal.-Aour. Pang
burn-,hlnk OF it, girls! Edith Pang
Uurnw
You don't mean," we all exclaimed
together, that there is"
| II do" she Interrupted. "There is a
lnot 10 miuce mat ters-a husban darken
| ing all my horizon just now; not only .
possible or probable husband, but a,
accepted oue-that is, by my father, ant
OH condition tuat he likes the article; b,
name, Pangburn; by occupation, presi
deut Of bank; d man OF meaus; elderly
/ am given to understand; lame of OH
leg; wearlnga wig; Drlei and sententiou
IN his ways, ana vi a red and puffy ap
pearauce generally"
80! OPP groaned we.
"Nlce, isn'L it?" queried she, knittin
lfurlously. -...
"Nice2 It's abominableI Can't some
thing be done! Won't your stepmoLhe
inLertereT
'.she WISHES me out of the way"
"Aad your latherr
"Ips mere matter of business wit
him.
"Are you going to marry him, Edith ?
asked Lille, tmIdly.
Il We put her DOWN at once.
"Our Edith marry red, puffy PAM
burn? Lille Reade, how dare you?p
Yes, how dare youw cnimed in E
ther Marcy, the strongest spirit anon
us.
"Why, it's atrocious even to think O
You must set tnat ready wit of yours
WORK, Edith"
Edith laid down her needles with
flourish.
t Light of my eyes, and friend of m
i soul, l have done; but first, girls, WI
you stand by me2'
''To the deathW
"Good! You are my little army-n,
forlurn hope-my picked guard. No
listen to your general, my flowers
chivalry-my hopeiui young sprIgs
devotion, while | lay down ior your be
tit anu assistance some rules glcane
from his Royal Highness Prince FreQe
: ick Charles Of Prussia. TnaL gen ttema
commences Where we will. He say
lgbod soldiers Mai ch forward. He noll
That moral is superior TO physical fore
: Consoling and encouraging Tor us, tina
: He says Lne French advance in serrie
: ranks on "a Dadiy-disclplined enemy;
I will we attack this wretched Pangbui
: when ne is uuprepared. He further d
/, clares that they fight like skirmishe
= against veterans. Don't forget tina
e girls. When this puffy, sententio,
4 Pangburn brings up the recruiting for,
3 of his dignity and stupidity, let us nal
, ourselves Veritable zOuaves of tofLur
STAB b m to death with needles; set hi
Wild Win pin.pricks. The royal auth
a declares that When an attack Is once
q solved upon 1t can not be executed t
: quickly. There, also, he is so fortuna
y as Lo secure my unqualified approbatio
j, land now, glrls-l mean gentlemen al
y fellow sol diers-l ask you, in the wor
OF the immortal Canrobert, Are y
o equal to tT"
l. 1--WE are" answered we, with sublil
l. unanimity.
y "rhen," said Edith-but the story W
Z tell best what she said. Suffice it ii
IL Mr.. Pangbprn came: short, TAI, Dig-nOst
+ hair DYED blue-biack, and elaborate
o curled--looklng, as Edith said, eve
h inch Pangburn. He found Georgia
e and my sell in the libtary-Georgle res
"A | I ta,ifn IA