Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1880-07-15
IMP, OR ANGELO

My aunt Urania is n woman of great
energy and penetration. If she sets her
self to discover q secret, she never rests
until she has enlightened herself down
to its inmost recesses. When my pretty
friend Elizabeth Terry was holding us
all in suspense as to her intentions with
regard to the interesting widower who
now speaks of her SO affectionately as
"my present wife" Significant not only
OF q certain past, hut of q possible
future), Aunt Urania invited the wary
Elizabeth to take long country drive.
And, my dear, I'll have it out of her,
If we don't get back till midnight" she
said. They were gone only two hours,
and my aunt entered with q triumphant
face, the grays all in lather from the
victorious haste of her return. while in
strong contrast was Elizabeth's serene
inconsistencies.
"How did you do iti" I inquired, at
the first possible moment. "Did she
confess it alp"
Confess! my dear, not word. She
hasn't an idea that she has betrayed
herself. only asked her, quite casu-
ally, how many children Mr.. Will Is
has, and she answered Three" with
such look, such sigbw
ness, and made her more than ever to us
all an object of admiration and terror.
1t was rather unfortunate for me that
Aunt Urania put of her projected Jour-
ney to Europe for six months-the six
months which decided my fate in life.
should have enjoyed them much more,
and managed my affairs much more
smoothly. uninspected by her keen eyes,
unadvised by her keener tongue. I
shall always believe it showed very
persistent state of feeling both In Harry
and me not to retire discounted from
so watchful a sentinel.
Yes, of course, your attachment TO
the child is very natural, my dear" she
would say, "as I said to Mrs. Dubois
only yesterday. Nothing said, can
be more natural. Susan Bardmore,
Henry Bent's first wife. was like sister
TO my niece; no friends could be more
intimate; and of course she feels very
much for the little boy"
IL wish you wouldn't talk so, auntyr
exclaimed. Henry Bent's first wife,
never heard that he had more than
oner'
"Oh. no, not rs yet, my dear, but it
Is only question of time; and pretty
general y very abrupt question, and
course he must have somebody TO look
af.rr that child; / never saw in all my
lie child that needed it more. The
most saucy, spoiled little wretch-a per-
fec: little impi"
"Auntyl Hei is perfect little angel"
sAiu |. las fer care, Coralie keeps him
ir beautiful order, and he Is entirely
E,nlthy and happy here in the country.
fn.. It Is all very well tosay, OF course
lie must have somebody to take care OF
lie child, of course he must marry
when you know that IL he had no child
you would say, OF course he must
marry, poor fellowl he Is all alone; If
he had even child to care for, it would
be different" For my part" added,
iIate second marriages"
oh, you do" said Aunt Urania; !;
and then ensued pause, broken By
a'humpinR at my door with little closed
Hsts.
LET me in, let me In, Nora" said
the dear little voice, in just his mothers
old. sweet, imperative way. And the
dancing eyes that laugh up at me out OF
that fair little face are Susie's very eyes.
i want you, my own Nora" said the
darling. There Is . little calf In the
barn, and papa says can 20 to see 1t,
and you must take me-"
Iioity-toitym said Aunt Urania.
That Is pretty way TO talk to lady.
Must take you, indeed"
Papa DIDN'T say Just that, did be
BardieP" asked, annoyed TO ieel nv
sell coloring under aunty's keen eye.
lie said mustn't go unless had
the best of care; and ! know he meant
You, because Coralie Is very careless /; be
said slle was yesterday, when ! got my
boots wet. And the old COW butts at
me II | 90 near her. So You must