Connecticut western news., 1879-01-08
The Cousin from Omaha.

The Cousin from Omaha.
 Company p said Matty Carver, with her hands lifted toward the ceiling, as if invoking some unknown power. "And come to dinner! And not thing to eat in the house Lucilla, do think we are the unluckiest people in the world !''
 Matty Carver was sitting in the midst of whirlpool of red merino cuttings and chppings-for Matty Carver was altering her ss street suit" over, for the third time-and the great Worth him. self, in his studio, in the act of creating a new design. was never more absorbed and intent than this village girl in her T. brcadths," and pipings," and bias trimmings"
 " Matty," said Lucilla, solemnly, ss put away that dress We must ccn- trive decent dinner as soon as we can"
 e won't p said Matty, with an ominous flash of her hazel eyes. "I must finish this dress, or I shall have nothing to sing in at the concert
 z But, Matty, reflect P argued the elder sister. It's our cousin from Omaha p
 "Oh, bother our cousin, from Omaha p tartly responded the little brunette, stitching away until her needle seemed to glance in and out of the ruby red material like miniature lightning. What business have cousins from Omaha to come bouncing in upon people in this sort of way, without word of warming? People, too, whom one has never even seen ! I dare say he's a great, awkward 1out, with a freckled face and red hair, and Whats that ?'' as the sound of something falling, in the adjoining apartment, attracted her attention.
 It's the cat, !" said Lueilla, who, with a pair of intent little wrinkles between her brows, had been counting out the contents of somewhat slenderly fur nished portemonnaie.
 No, it isn't" said Matty, turning red and pale, as she started from her work !" it's our cousin from Omaha P
 st Nonsense p said demure Lucilla. s' I left him looking at the honeysucklea in the front porch"
 "But tell you I saw his coat tails. ''
 "It's your guilty conscience" said Lucilla, laughing. "Now look here, Matty-here's dollar in change. Run out with that little covered basket, and buy pound and half of beefsteak, ane quart of sweet potatoes, and half Q pound of coifee-the very best Java, mind, fresh ground-and stop at Mrs. Mix's for pint of milk and half Q dozen eggs, and I'll stir up custard for dessert. And be sure you make haste. /"
 Matty looked longingly at the bright little circlets of silver, as they lay in he, hand.
 Lucilla," said she, this was to buy ribbons for my dress. 9
 We can do without the ribbons, y re torted LucilIa 'but we must treat company decently."
 hate company !" said Matty; s ani know shall scream out, to see that backwoodsman eating up my ribbon loops in the shape of custard, and swal lowing my crepe isse frills in his c',ffee } Must get Java, Lucilla? Maracaibo ii good enough for us.
 ss Do make haste !" said Lucilla, witl little imperative nod of the head.
 And Matty caught up her cherry ribboned hat, and went out, only pans ing to say, on the threshold:
 |" hate cousins from Omaha Ant the red merino dress won't be fit to b, seen without the cardinal loops."
 While MT. Julius Burgoyne, com posedly smoking his cigar, under tn, honeysuckle trails in the front porch smiled quietly to himself at this peel into the domestic economy of the tw' orphaned sisters.
 He had considerably walked out o the parlor, to avoid becoming an in voluntary spy upon the domestic dia logue; but the porch close to the opel sitting-room window, was equally ob jsctionable.
 Poor and proud, he said to him self, as he watched the futter of th cherry ribbons disappearing down tn back path. "It is what I have alway heard of the Carver girls. But the lii tie one is as beautiful and spicy as tiger-lily blossom, and rather like he way of expressing herself"
 And Mir. Burgoyne strolled in. leisurely way toward the telegraph office, and stopped in at the Unite s States Hotel, as he returned, to give a, order or so, and glance at the hote register.
 Where is he2' said Matty, as sh