The weekly herald. [volume] (Cleveland, Tenn.) 1876-1888, 1879-04-24
The Three Sisters.

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"Really it's quite a riddle, when one
comes to think of it, " said Mrs. Dale, put
ting the tips of her ringed fingers medta-
lively together "Jeannette is a charming
girl with most taking way with her I'm
sure there can be no doubt about her mar
rying satisfactorily. And Marion's music
Is an excellent card to play. But when one
comes to Philippa-"
"An odd little Gipsy, isn't shel" said
Nr. Dale 'Decidedy impracticable, |
should think
'Neither pretty, accomplished, nor wo-
manly ~ sighed Mrs. Dale, gloomly,
Mrs. Darel Dale had no children of her
own, and she knew the social position
which any middle aged matron gains when
she is surrounded by pretty girls. So Mrs.
Darrel Dale had invited her brothers
daughters from Hemlock Hollow, in the
Catskill Mountains, to spend the summer
at Niagara Falls with her.
81 dare say, said she, confdentially, to
her sister-in-law, the farmers wife, 'they'l
all marry well before the season is over
and, in any event, the experience will be
worth great deal to them.
And honest Mrs. Humphries took all her
ten years savings out of the Hemlock Hol-
low Bank, to equip the three suitably for
their summer campaign
Jeanette took to watzing and the Ger
man as naturally as if she had been born to
them, Marion slipped gracefully into a
musical and literary groove; but poor little
Phillippa seemed to fit nowhere. She was
shy and silent in the ballroom, struck un-
accountably mute when she ought to be
talkative, and seemed to prefer the woods
beside the great cataract, when all the
world flocked to the ballroom of the Cliff
ton House or the International.
because, Aunt Theo, said honest Phil
ippa. 81 never know what to say to the
gentlemen when they ask me to dance"
''But my dear child, said Mrs Dale,
that's not the way to get into society"
''I--I don't think | care so very much
about society, Aunt Theo," said heretical
Philippa
"Then you'll never get married in this
world"
All the party, however, felt a deep
interest when the cards come out for the
grand fancy masquerade ball at the Inter
national Hotel and Mr. Dale gave each of
his nieces a hundred dollar bill, to enable
them to appear suitably for the occasion.
81 shall personate Undine," said Jean
nette thinking how well she would look in
sea-green Grape, crystal fringe, and water
lilies
"And l shall be 'Sappho,'" cried out
Marion
Capital" said Mrs Dale "And you
Pliippal"
81 don't know yet, said Philippa, con-
tracing her black eyebrows. 'Nlr. Morti-
mer says ought to go as gypsy"
''Then, my dear, " said Mrs. Dale, "be a
gypsy, by all means. If Mr.. Mortimer, is
good enough to express an opinion, it should
not be neglected. "
y And both Marion and Jeanette looked a
little jealous, for the Hon. Hugo Mortimer,
from Montreal, was the lion at Niagara
Falls just then, and his gracious notice was
enough to insure the lucky recipient front
place in the ranks of fashion.
"When did he say that, pussl" demand
ed Jeanette, jerking out the ribbons of her
sash
"Oh, yesterday, when we were over on
Goat Island" "
'Did he walk with you2'
"A little way"
81 hope you made yourself agreeableI'
suggested Marion, tartly.
81 don't know whether | did or not, "
said Philippa. "And now, Aunt Theo, if
you'll give me the bundle of work, I'll take
it to Elise Dupre. There will be just time
before tea for us to walk there and back. "
"But the band will play presently and"
"Thank you, Aunt said Philppa;
"but don't care for the band.
"Philippa,' said Mrs. Dale, 81 do think
you are the strangest girl"
Elise Dupre was slim, consumptive
looking girl, who lived among the spruces
and tamarocks on the Canadian side, and
took in what sewing, embroidery and lace
mending she was lucky enough to get--a
girl whom Philippa Humphries had become
somewhat interested in, perhaps because
she was so friendless, and shadowy, and
forlom.
But instead of being singing at her work,
Phlippa found poor Elise sobbing at the
window, while her grandmother a hook
nosed, saffron skinned old crone sat rocking
herself back and forth by the tireless hearth.
The girl put her brown warm hand on
Else's shoulder.
'Elise," said she, "stop crying. Tell
me what is the matterl'
Don't touch me, mademoselle, walled
poor Elise, "They are coming to take me
to prison tonight ,
And then, in answer to PhilippO's startled
eyes of inquiry, she told her how Mrs, st.
George had sent white moire dress there
TO be retrimmed with costly Spanish blonde
Mrs. st. George of the Clifton House,
whose pearls and diamonds, and splendid
toilets were the marvel of the phce-and
how by some accident, the old grandmother
had contrived to upset a Kerosene lamp
upon IT, go,
at is ruined, of course, said Elise,
clasping her hands; "and | cannot pay Tor
it--so am to be arrested for the money II
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