Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-06-13
PEGS PUG.

Peg,) consisting OF the mother ana three
elder daughters, werc aquiline.
Peg, brown-haired, gray-eyed, cherry
mouthed Peg, was Enthusiastically pug.
Her nose, mean, of course. Somebody
says that lovely eyes are as plentiful as
blackberries, but handsome nose is rare
ly met with. And somebody adds-which
is also my own experience--that Uhep
met with it usually belong to an intensely
stupid person. 1t seems as though brains
never did go hand in hand-no, that
won't do-never above-that's better-a
faultless nose.
Pegs pug was not the puggiest kind
of pug, but with the sauciest little tilt
to it, enough that way to be unable to
deny its relations. A third or fourth
cousin, as it were, of the old original pug.
Follow your nose," said her sister Au-
relia to her one day, when the child was
asking directions to some place whittier
she was bound on an GRAND.
eff do" said Peg, with mischiev-
GUS twinkle In her pretty gray eyes,"
t'you will get no answer to your note. I
shall go straight to heaven
Mrs. Thrush, Pegs mOther-a tall wo-
man, with fair, lustrous hair, rather prom
inent light blue eyes, rosy complexion,
wide mouth, and cleaning white teeth,
In all OF which particulars her daughters
Aurella, Amanda, and Arabella, closely
resembled her-had never ceased to be-
moan and bewail the fact Of Pegs Pug.
+'That nose," she was wont to:say, looking
In an aggreved manner at her husband,
"never belonged to any of my family,
Captain Thrush. Some of your ances-
tors must have owned it, and | think
they might have much better kept it to
themselves instead of bequeathlng it on
an unfortunate child of mine" During
which remarks, and others of like nature
the old captain would retire moment
or two behind his newspaper or book, and
then emerge with smiling face to bestow
a caress upon the brown-haired little girl
at his side.
Poor Peg q needn't say poor Peg, how
ever, for she had the,happiest, sunniest
disposition, and sweetest nature, and
brightest face in all Laureltown), on &C
count OF her nose-I can see no other
reason-became the Cinderella OF the
Thrush family. Not that she sat totally
neglected among the ashes, like the Gin
derella OF the old fairy tale-for she was
the darling of her father and baby sister
but she fulfilled the duties of waiting
maid and seamstres to her elder sisters,
thankfully accepting their cast-off cloth
ing in return for her services (the cap
tain had but a small income for so
large family, and she took almost
entire charge of the youngest, who
had made her appearance in the must I'M
expected manner when Miss Aurelia was
twenty, and she assisted Lucy, the SER
vant-maid, at odd moments, and also
read to her father whenever she got a
chance.
But Peg was happier than either of
her high-nosed sisters, after all, with her
father to bless her and the baby to kiss
her; and though she sometimes looked at
her small red hands with a sigh, and
mentally compared them with the deli
cate white hands of theI other Thrush
girls, she never thought with anger of the
hard work she did in order that those
other hands might be delicate and
white.
Well, things went on in this way
Pegs sisters reading, dressing, walking
and playing the piano and /croquet, and
Peg baking, sewing, busting, and
taking care of baby Effie and her father
until Peg was eighteen, and then arose
a great commotion In the the quiet coun-
try place in which the Thrushes then
lived.
There had always been a dearth, a
great dearth, of men in Laureltown The
fact is, all the boys bern in that beauti-
full but very secluded place rushed away
as soon as they became old enough to
seek their fortunes in neightoring cities,
and with the exception of Tamisin Brook,
who married jeremiah Toothaker, the
blacksmith, there had been no one mar
ried in Laureltown for the last eight
years. No, there had not even been an
engagement, let alone wedding. Bella
Thrush came very near one with DR.. Pei
let, the homeopathic physician OF the
place, who, having little money, had
settled there in the hope Of finding a
practice-a tall, thin, grave, honest man
of thirty or Whereabouts, who, being pas
sionately fond of music, a luxury extreme
ly rare in Laureltown, had been caught
by Bella's passable rendition of his favor
lite songs. .
"How glad 1 am I told him I'd think
1t over!" said Bella-he had proposed the
day before the news arrived-"for now
may be able to do much better"
"Why, you wouldn't jilt DR.. Pellet at
ter trying so hard to get him, would you,
Bella9" asked Peg, with wide-opened
eyes.
"Jilt, indeedp' answered Miss Arabel-
La, with sharpness. "Dont talk about
things you don't understand"
But the welcome news Three most
eligible men, according to the Laurel
town Standard, were coming to spend the
summer among the hills and valleys of
their native place-Captein Sparkman,
son of Mrs. Sparkman, of the big house;
Arthur Thorne. artist, brother of the two
old maids of Honeysuckle Cottage, and
David Onion, ESQ, the wealthy bachelor
merchant (woolen goods, I think), pro-
prietor of Lilac Villa. Of these gentle
men, Mr.. Onion had been in Europe for
three years, and before that had never
spent but week or two at a time in
Laurcltown. Captain Sparkman had only
paid flying visits to his mother and sister
the last ten years, and Arthur Thorne
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