The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1879-01-30

"You may; but come back soon; for
kings may die and emperors lose their
crowns, but art is deathless and forever
reigns."
Eyes, sir" assents Jessie, demurely,
and trips away.
Mrs. Glenmoreland. sitting before
her desk, on which is piled many sheets
of paper covered with eye exasperating
chirography, her right hand nervously
waving her pen about, her left graspinR
her fluffy fair hair, to its great derange.
ment, allows the wrinkle of perplexed
thought on her brow to melt away as
the pretty girl appears.
"Gwendolen, my dear, she exclaims,
turning suddenly toward her, and there
by scattering the pile of manuscript in
every direction, "I want your ear. She
has the most correct ear this to an
elderly lady who is sewing industrious.
ly by small work table in the center of
the room. Now my prose is excellent
and my poetry not bad-so I am told
but sometimes my rhymes don't rhyme
exactly, but that sort Of thing is only
allowed to the very greatest of poets.
I'm introducing battle-song in the last
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doubt about 'hurrah and 'war -
'rah and war Are they twins, OF
are they not, Gwendolen ?"
knees picking up the scattered papers,
can reply, somebody comes down the
stairs with rush and bolts into the
sanctum.
Mother, kiss your little ink. stained
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must have Browneyes; want her arm.
My grape gatherer is waiting for the
wherewitbal to gather the grapes"
1T isl mean are they ?" asks Mrs.
Glenmoreland, as Jessie puts the manu-
script on the desk again, and places q
paperweight upon it. And then she
smiles at her son, who, after tenderly
ruffling the rufled hair still mora, kisses
the brow beneath it.
81 don't think they are," modestly
answers Jessie.
Thanks, dear" And the pen is
dipped into the ink again.
"And now, Browneyes, your arm
your arm ~ cries Denys, striking a
melodramatic attitude.
I'm afraid you can't have it Just yet
Mr.. Denys. 1 have promised your ia
ther my nose for an honr or so," says
Browneyes, dropping cunning little
courtesy.
"By Jove | is the governor at work
again? Ten to one he never finishes it
I'll look in on him for moment or two;
he'll turn me out at the end of that
time. By-by mamma"
81 really don't know what we would
do without her," says Mrs. Glenmore.
land, musingly, letting her pen fall and
blotting the sheet before Ler us the
young people vanish.
"Meaning Gwendolen, Browneyes,
Jessie, or whateve her name is?" in.
quires the elderly lady (who by-the-bye,
an aunt of the authors, on visit to
her niece for the first time in fifteen
years).
"Known as Jessie to her sponsors in
baptism, explains Mrs. Glenmorel eland,
"but Depys has always calle1 her
Bro vneyes, and L have habit of giving
her the name of my heroine for the time
being; it helps to keep my story in my
| thoughts. D. ar, dear, how many names
the little girl has answered to since she
came here four years agol And she
never objected but to two Phantom of
Yellow HILL and 'Hag of Murder
Greek And I don't much wonder at
her not liking them"
"Neither DO l." says the aunt, with a
grim smile. "But you have never told
me anything about her. Who is she p"
Haven't II Well. as 1 can't take
up the thread of my poem-that borrid
Depys II II take up the cat lifting a
pretty white and black kitten from the
floor" and narrate for your especial
benefit. You know when Gerald and 1
were first married we were very unprac-
tical"-
81 should think so," interrupts the
elderly lady, with decisive nod.
zone scribbler of sixteen, the other a
sculptor of nineteen"
"But dear mamma, with whom we
lived" her niece goes Cd, "made life
easy for us until nine years ago. when
she died. Then for five years all was
experiment and confusion. At first we
tried boarding; but the people with
whom We boarded objected to our break
fasting at odd moments between eight
and twelve, and thought it unreasonable
that we should expect little suppers at
midnight. And, besides, they also
complained that Denys-then only
twelve, but already developing the ar
tistic-used their best saucers, plates,
and other things to mix paints on; and
when the dear boy borrowed the marble
slab of the parlor table for the same
meritorious purpose, they became so
very violent we were obliged to leave.
Then we tried furnished rooms; made
coffee over the gas in the morning, and
dined at the restaurant in the evening.
But we were sooL obliged to give up
this mode of life; the principal on
being that the bill OF fare proved such a
temptation; and to our shame be- it said
having the most uncertain of incomes
that when our ventures were success
full we weakly succumbed to the tempt.
er, and ate birds on toast, and broiled
chicken, and omelette-souffie, and terra
pin, and all sorts of expensive good
things, as long as our money lasted, and
iu consequence were restricted to bread
and cheese and dried beef in the priva
cy OF our apartments for week or more
after. At last, after having dined sump.
tuously one day, with a few invited
guests, off medallion and a three-col-
nmned story, and then being obliged to
live for two weeks on one short column.
we concluded to try boarding once more
renting room at the same time in the
Raphael building, where Gerald could
fling his clay and plaster about to his
hearts content. and Denys, who would
not go to school, and would paint. might
be out OF the way OF the landlady's china.