The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1878-03-07
VOLUME XI.

were.
When there was no immediate diver
sion offered in the way Of promenade O
bah, one or the other Of the sisters ha,
been known to pass a whole tay at
time, oblivious of everything except tn
deeds or misieeis Of some hero of IN
Stathmore type
/ Look here, Oily, said Annie, sweet
ly, when her brother had come up int
her room: +" want YOU % DO something
for me, like dear good fellow.
What's mp now p asked Oliver, tn
more grutlly, because he knew his siste
had motive for pleasing him.
Il want yOu to post these letters f.
me without letting ma know"
"Why don't YOU post EN- Yourself |?
dnwled he, ungraciously. turning on
envelope after another 10 study the al
dresses.
30, You know well enough, Ouy j
does not do for young ladies to run on
On the street without fixing up--now, /
don't matter about boys bit "
That's what you always say, re-
turned her brother, remembering tn
many times he had been left out at th'
elbow because in Mrs. Mayne's system
Of household economy the girls ha,
always to be- supplied first.
But Annie knew well how 10 avert ap
unpleasant argument when II Was pollt
10 do so.
Never mind-see here" said she
slipping a small piece of money into hi
hand.
He became percephbly better nature,
on the moment
I "Say, Amie," he cried. still intent OF
the envelopes, "Tn bet my head yoJ
are doing all this on account of Mr.
Pick"
He got no further, for his sister, turn
ing red as rose, hustled him ont OF th,
door. How had he spied that name
when she had put Mr.. Pickens' invita-
ton in the very middle of the packet?
Unconscious of these Vaccinations
Mrs. Mayne was drudging away in tn,
kitchen with that intense absorption il
her work which denotes the thorough
manager.
Annie found her over the ironing
table.
Mother" said she, al should hk,
very much TO have some company her,
next Wednesday evening.
Mrs. Mayne, who had been admiriuF
the petticoat Just finished so satisfactor
" and hung on the clothes horse To air
turned about sharply.
Amanda, she exclaimed, "you ar,
a fool. :"
Whatever luxury Mrs. Mayne denie,
herself, she certainly did not deny her
self the luxury Of plain speech.
I'm sure | don't know what you NEAR
by that, ma.
81 tell yon ii is not TO bethought OF
not for one moment" replied hei
molher, punctuating her sentences witt
vigorous thumps Of the smoothing iron.
i've got my plans all laid ont for mex
week" H
"What is there to do on Wednesday 2
"Mrs. Nesbett IS coming to cut ano
baste your polonaises, and want to gei
a good days work out of her: SO you see
Wednesday evening, of all evenings, is
the worst for company.
Amie naturally wished now, that she
had not been so hasty about sending th,
invitations However. regrets were use
less, so she said:
"But, mother, why need that inter
fere-"
Her mother cut her short peremp.
torily.
"Don't argue with me, Amanda G.,
along and get your worsted work, and
tell Essie want TO hear her practicing
right away"
Strange to say. Annie wasn't So eour-
ageous as usual so she idled about
without renewing the forbidden topic,
aud having looked into the small square
mirror hanging by the sink more from
habit than from inclination, thought
What hideous complexion this glass
gives me, and walkel ont OF tbs room.
/ The moment she shovel her face TO
her sisters. they knew she was disqp-
I pointed. After she had detailed her
conversation with her mother, and had
been rated for not being bolder, Midge
cried spiritedly ..
Never mind, Annie, I'll go right ont
and see ma myself.
She was the most demonstrative of
I the family, was Midge So she stole up
behind her mother AMI slipped her arm
around that ample waist. Mrs. Mayne
was too warm and busy 10 be in tend
ermood, so, without turning about she
I said;
That's you, Margaret, know your
tricks {; go along"
"You look so tired, ma; do let me
help you"
"You can't do this-go along"
30, you never think anybody can do
anything bat yourself !" laughed
Midge.
"Becanse il Is so much easier to do a
thing than to b1tber showing somebody
! else.
Nevertheless Nudge C axed so a1mira-
bly, that her mother left her work and
sat down by the table A handy
stroke or two OF the iron having put
/ Mrs. Mayne into good humor, Midge,
the sly rogue. began.
I Say, ma, dear, why won't you let US
have company on Wednesday evening p
Well, upon my word, you girls are
ridiculons | thought | settled all that
with Amanda"
Af't bhh NNaAs PN 'NN'4NA - 49,
wrong way 10 suit us. y
/ 90, know your tricks, Margaret, and
you are all alike. You make up your
minds to anything, and there is no get
the notion ont Of your heads.
F" Now, mother dear, II we. are self.
willed," exclaimed Midge, rognisbly,
chow did we possibly become 40? We
couldn't inherit il from you. of course.
Why can't you have Mrs. Nesbett here
some other dsy7"
"Why can't Amanda have her com
pany some other EVENING""
7 "Well," I" replied Midge, slanting hel
/ head with an air OF being very critical
over her work As she bore. hard across q
rough place, "because she has already
sent ont the invitations.
Mrs. Mayne's temper was instantly al
ablaze. .
"Get away from there, Margaret,
she cried, "you are pulling that bias
seam the wrong way; give me the iron.
But Midge was determined not to lei
the main question drop,
"You needn't worry about baking,
said she, mildly, "because il would bt
SO easy to order few things from the
| confectioner." t
Don't let me hear another wort
about it, l tell you," retorted hel
mother, in high dudgeon. And yor
may tell Amanda for me that whoevel
sets his foot inside the front door OF
Wednesday evening, if he was the Pope
of Rome, would be insulted."
! Notwithstanding this edict, and th'
fact that Mrs. Mayne's pleasure had no
been softened meanwhile by entreaties