Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1880-02-26

care oil MIN Wnen Tie WAS blck-TuDDluR
" taller" as she called IL, on his nose
.ughl-artful creature working upon
his sense Of gratitude-oh, dear, OH
dearl"
"But suppose Fred persists in marry
ing her-we can't do anything" said
Minnie.
"I wender If we couldn't fix her up"
suggested Bessie; "she's not really bad
looking, you know"
Minnie caught eagerly at the idea.
mo, she's not bad-looking. and dress
has SO much to do with ones appear
ance."
"Oh, girls, don't give in that way;
do try to persuade him." begged the
mother.
"Oh. of course we will; you needn't
be afraid of our giving up-only in case
you know"
And 50 they rang the changes until
their messenger returned TO say, Mr.
Remington was coming now"
"I'll go and meet him." said Mrs.
Remington, getting up; you stay here,
girls"
SO down she went, crying all the
way. In the lower hall she was caught
in the aims of her son, who kissed her,
exclaiming:
MY dear, dear mother! What on
earth is the matter"
"Oh, Fred. Fred! how can you ask
such question: You wicked boy, TO
break my heart in this way-to think oi
marrying that dreadful creature!"
"What dreadful creatureP" demanded
Fred, sternly, standing up straight
THAT Miss Boggs. of course-oh, TO
think you should be so infatuated-such
Il coarse. vulgar creature"
MY dear mother" began Fred, Civ
ing an anxious glance at the parlor door,
you'll be overheard"
II don't care if I'm overheard fifty
times! she's Il coarse. vulgar woman,
who Just wants your money, and doesn't
care for you one bit"
"Mothern Fred half pleaded. half
commanded.
IF you only knew how miserable you
have made US all-you must give her
up!"
Fred turned white.
IL will not give her up"
'Oh, you wicked, dreadful boy! to
speak To your own mother in that way,
and Just for the sake of that vulgar, i'll
tempered, mercenary woman
And with that she left him, and
rushed upstairs.
The miserable youth turned into the
parlor, and was confronted by very
pretty young lady, who was almost
quiveriEg with Indignation.
Take me away instantlym she said !;
you should never have subjected me to
this"
II never expected it. believe me. y
cried the distracted Fred. | had not
the least idea-you shall not stay here
an instant longer IL / can help it. I'll
get the carriage at once"
And away he bolted. leaving the
young lady pacing the ingram carpet
ike, to use an entirely new sinIilc, n
Gagged lion.
To get carriage out of country
stable is rather a lengthy operation,
even when superintended by frantic
young man, and. consequently. Fred
was absent some time.
Meanwhile Mrs. Remington. anxious
about her boy. wandered down stairs
again and into the parlor.
" Do you know II my son, Mr.. REM
ington, is still hereP" she inquired OF
the young lady.
"Mr. Remington has just gone to
order n carriage" was the answer, very
stifily delivered.
The old lady sat down.
"Are you acquainted with my son ?'
g have that pleasure" yet more
stifIly.
A light seemed To flash over Mrs.
Remington's mind-this was Miss Pen
"My dear" she said. getting up md
putting her hand on the young iady's
h xx-tl Hst. g..
bring that boy to his senses"
What do you mean?"
"Oh, my dear, he is perfectly infatu-
ated with that horrid woman. I don't
know what TO do"
Hes not infatuated with any horrid
woman" cried the pretty girl, hotly.
He told me so himself said. Mrs.
Remington, solcmnly. "Of course he
is desperately smitten, and tries to make
her out perfectly beautiful; but | have
seen her. and she's the most dreadful
creature-at least. " recollecting herself.
"she's perfectly respectable, and all that
sort of thing; but she's so much older
than he Is"
"Oh, I can't believe itr' moaned the
young girl. - don't believe itm
"It Is quite true. / assure you," said
Mrs. Remington, soTrowfully. "Do
help me. my dear, you are so sweet and
pretty! lift had only been youl DO
try TO make your aunt see how utterly
out of the question IL is"
MY aunt"
"Yes. your aunt. dear; don't be angry.
know she's very nice, but she's so
much older. Don't you see IL your
selfp"
~ haven't any aunt"
why, yes, you have. Your aunt.
Miss Boggs. Oh, my dear, do explain
yourself; I'm nearly crazy. Are you
not Miss Penroy ?"
No, am Miss Boggs."
For the space Of five seconds two
utterly bewildered women gazed at each
other in the face.
"But what--who--was that tall
lady?" stammered Mrs. Remington
THAT tall lady with blue alpaca dress
and red flowers In her bonnetp"
why, that was my old nurse, Je-
NINA Stamfield."
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