The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-10-02
Their Two Summerings.

Rose Ellis, with eyes as blue as the
June sky that was smiling down on the
Fair earth that lovely morning, and hair
as palely gold as the first rays of early
sunshine, and face as pink and fair as
ever maiden's face was. And Vera, her
elder sister, tall, with beautiful, serious,
gray eyes under jetty brows, with lus-
trous jet-black hair, all waves and rip
ples from her broad, low forehead to
the Grecian coli low at the back of her
classic head-the two of them, sisters,
standing under the big chestnut tree at
the lane gate, reading letter, that one
of the farm hands had just brought
from the village postcffice, along with q
bundle of weekly papers letter whose
envelope was heavily monogramed and
crested, that was written on faintly-per-
fumed, cream-white paper, in square,
beautiful hand, and signed Cornelia
Caryl, and dated Newport, a day before.
Roses blue eyes danced as she read it,
and she clasped iher hands in a little
ecstatic way she was in the habit of doing
when she was pleased.
"Vera, it is just too splendid for any
thing! Aunt Cornelia is just too good
isn't shep Of course it will be you
it should be you! When shall you 60 ?
Only think-a month at Newport"
Vera folded the letter slowly up again,
smile coming to her royalty beautiful
mouth.
81 am not sure it is l who will ac-
cept auntie's kind invitation. You
haven't been away from the farm for
three years, Rose-not since we all
spent the delicious week in the Catskills
am very sure it is you who will 60 TO
auntie's cottage at Newport, dea1. 1
hope So"
Rose laughed gaily.
"What an idea, Verai Indeed,
shall not even think of such nonsense.
You're the beauty of the family; you
will 90 and create sensation, and come
nome with a photograph of my future
brother-in-iaw in your pocket-hand-
some, wealthy, elegant and-a German
count, or French duke, or an English
lord, just as like as not. Maybe Rus
sian prince! OF course you'll go, my
Princess Vera!"
Vera laughed-she could not help it
at the comical little way in which Rose
salaamed to her-veritably princess by
royal right of loneliness, and grace, and
womanliness.
"Honor bright, Rose, wouldn't you
like 10 gop"
The serious gray eyes looked in the
sunny blue eyes, and then tiny flush
began to warm to deeper lusciousness
on the wild-rose cheeks.
"That's not fair, Vera. That's what
1 should emphatically call leading
question. Do you want to go, toop"
"And under what head do you place
your inquiry, I should like to knowP"
Rose tossed her pretty head imperi
ously, with light laugh.
"Iwon't be catechised. but Aunt Cor
nelia's letter must be answered, all the
same, by return mail, according to re
quest. We will decide whether you are
to 60 or not-this way"
She stopped and picked up shining
little pebble from the edge of the flower
bed, and went through some mysterious
motions with her hands behind her,
then held out two tightly-closed, dim.
pied fists.
"Take your choice, Vera If you gel
the stone, you go. Vice versa. That's
fair enough, isn't it?"
Vera reached out her finger daintily
| and-touched the fortunate hand, while
Rose gave little shrek of delight.
"Now-now! Of course you'll be in
troduced to my brother-in-law-th
count, or the duke, or the lord! Lett
| go right back, and while / rip up tn
Swiss suit to make it over, with pinl