American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1879-02-01

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the pretty girl appears.
"Gwendolen, my deer" she e,
claims, turning suddenly towards hel
and thereby scattering the pile of mar
uscript in every direction, 81 want you
ear. She has the most correct earl
this to an elderly lady who is SEWN
industriously by a small workable i
The center of the room. "Now m
prose is excellent, and my poetry nc
6dd-so l am told; but sometimes m
rhymes don't rhyme exactly, and tina
sort of thing is only allowed to the yer
greatest of poets. I'm introducing
battle song in the last chapter of m
novelette,, and I'm in doubt about 'hur
rah' and 'war'-srah' and war; ar
they ttcinS, or are they not, G,Cendo
len?"
But before Gwendolen, who is on he
knees picking up the scattered paper
can reply, somebody comes down tn
stairs with rush, and bolts into tn,
sanctum.
"Mother, kiss your little ink-stainet
fingers" he says. "But all the same
must have Browneyes; want her arm
My grape-gatherer is waiting for thu
wherewithal to gather the grapes"
4" Is tt mean are they 2" asks Mrs
Glenmoreland, as Jessie puts the manu-
script on the desk again, and places {
paper-weight upon it. And then she
lac Iax IL
rufliing the ruflled hair still more, kisse:
the brow beneath it.
al don't think they arc," modestly
answers Jessie.
"Thanks, dear!" and the pen is dip.
ped into the ink again.
"And now, Browneyes, your arm
your arm!" cries Denys, striking mel
odramatic attitude.
"I'm afraid you can't have it just yet,
Mr.. Denys. L have promised your
father my nose for an hour or so," says
Browneyes, dropping a 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
plotting the sheet before her as the
young people vanish.
" Meaning Gwendolen, Browneyes,
Jessie, or whatever her name is?" in
quires the elderly lady (who, blythe
bye, is an aunt of the authors, on a Wis
it to her niece for the first time in Is
years..
"Known as Jessie to her sponsors in
baptism" explains Mrs. Glenmoreland,
''but Denys has always called her
and have habit of giving
her the name of my heroine for the time
being; it helps to keep my story in my
thoughts. Dear, dear, how many names
he little girl has answered to since she
came here four years ago! And she
mas never objected but to two-sPhan-
,om of Yellow HILL and 'Hag of Muir
Ter Creek And don't much wonder
1t her not liking Mens.''
Neither do L." says the aunt, with
! grim smile. "But you have never
old me any thing about her. Who is
he PSI
"Haven't Ip Well, as can't take
Up the thread of my poem-that horrid
)enys!-I'll take up the cat''-lifting a
pretty white and black kitten from the
loor-''and narrate for your especial
'enefit. You know when Gerald and
we're first married we were very I'M
&C. should think So" interrupts the
lderly lady, with a decisive nod. some
scribbler of 16, the other sculptor of
g."
"But dear mamma, with whom we |
lved," her niece goes on, "made life
asy for us until nine years ago, when
he died. Then for five years all was
experiment. and confusion. At first we
ried boarding.; but the people with
yhom we boarded objected to our break
asting at odd moments between eight
nd twelve, and thought it unreasonable
nat we should expect little suppers at
Midnight. And, besides, they also COM
lained that Denys-then only twelve,
ut already developing the artistic-used
heir best saucers, plates, and things to
Xix paints on; and when the dear boy
the marble slab of the parlor
ible for the same meritorious purpose,
hey became so very violent we were
bliged to leave. Then we tried furnish
4 rooms; made coffee over the gas in the
forming, and dined at the restaurant in
lie evening. But we were soon obliged
, give up this mode of life, the principal
Jason being that the bill of fare proved
lch temptation; and to our shame be
said-having the most uncertain of in
when our ventures ,Oere sue
,ssful we weakly succumbed to the
mpter, and ate birds on toast, and broil-
l chicken, and omelette-souffle, and
rrapin, and all sorts of expensive good
lings, as long as our money LASTED, and
consequence were restricted to bread
i'd cheese and dried beef in the privacy
our own apartments for week or
ore after. At last, after having
ned sumptuously one day, with few
vited guests, off a medallion and
story, and then being
,liged to live for two weeks on one
lort column, we concluded to try
,arding once more, renting room at