The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1880-10-27

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tour, and stop.at Mr.. Leighton,s."iS =
"And, oh, susieI Susie had sud-
denly disappeared through The open
door of the panty-9Mrs. Leighton
is going to give a reception--a lawn
partyl What do you think of that2
You're invited; Mary Ann, Mrs.
Leighton's niece, said she saw both
our names on the list. Won't it be
delightful
Susie reappeared with the powder.
ed sugar she had gone for, and began
to sift it over theeggsshe had beaten.
Jennie gave a little scream as she
looked at her.
Goodness me, suel What is the
matter? You are looking as pale as
a ghost!"
"Pale2" responded Sue, the blood
that receeded to the heart suddenly
returning and crimsoning even the
temples.
swell, yes. AT least 1 thought
you looked soa minute ago." said
Jennie a little puzzled, but too full
of herself and the news she had come
to tell, to.giveit more than pass
ing thought.
: Jennie staid a few minutes longer,
rattling away without pausing for a
reply, in her usual reckless fashion;
then she went away.
A few minutes later Mrs. Barnard
came in from the garden Susie had
heard, through the ope window; by
which she stood, Jenr talking,with!
hsrssssiher.a ssila akseils Y
Seating herself in aI9@, broad
window seat, Mrs. Barnard began to
sort over the ripe clustersof currants
she had gathered, glancing in the
meantime at her daughter who was
"icing" the cake she had just taken
from the oven.
ibid Jenny tell you the news?"
There was a motherly anxiety in
the look and tone of the speaker.
"About John Harmon's marriage?
Yes. Don't you expect Mr.. and Mrs.
Cole to.day?'
This drove everything else from
Mrs. Barnard's mind.
81 had forgotten all about it. They
wrote they were coming today and
l don't believe there is a thing done
to their rooml"
mo NATTER l shall have time to
look to it. 1 have got the baking so
far along that Mary can easily finish;
so perhaps l had better go along
now"
81 think you had; they'll want to
go to their room as soon as they
come. You know which it ISL"
Susie looked back from the half.
closed door.
"Yes; it's the one Mr.. Harmon had
last summer"
AS busy as Mrs. Barnard had been
last summer, with her house full of
dodgers, she had not been altogether
unmindful of what was passing
around her.
"she don't mind it," was her in.
ward reflection, as she listened to
those retreating footsteps. II was a
little afraid; but there's no nonsense
about SUSIE"
"No, there was no nonsense about
the brave-hearted girl; but as soon as
she found herself alone and secure
from observation, she threw her
arms up with look of agony and
despair upon tie young face that
was pitiful to SEQ.
But it was not like Susie to re-
main idle while there was anything
to do. springing to her work she
soon brought order out of the chaos
which surrounded her.
As the mother remarked, with
motherly pride, Everything that
Susie done was done WE'LL" Nor was
there anything omitted now. Not q
speck of dust could be seen upon the
carpet, chairs or bureau, while the
mirror was polished till it glittered
in the stray sunbeams which flick
cred through the vines that Chamber
ed over the window.
Knotting back with rose.colored
ribbons, The muslin curtains, Susie
glanced around her. How fresh and
pure and sweet everything was on