The Newtown bee., 1880-07-28
How Love was Lord of All.

Mrs. Steele was frowning, one of her eoldest, haughtiest frowns, and her penetrating blue eyes were looking straight ill Genevieve's face.
 A saucy, piquant, pretty face, in deli cate rose and pale olive tints, with we'll opened eyes that did not shrink from Mrs. Steele's-velvety bronze-brown eyes, full of resolution and intelligence, for all their lovely liquidness.
 She was Steele all over, from her broad, white forehead, where the brown hair rippled from its snowy parting down to the dainty little pink ears, to the high-arched foot that was especially 8 "Steele peculiarity."
 And by being "all Steele" was meant she was resolute, and decisive, and in dependent-a girl whose judgment was to be depended on, whose impulses did not run away with her sense-a sensi- ble, cherry, happy, healthy girl.
 Her mother, sitting in her hig l. backed rocking chair" the chair of state," Genevieve called it-laid the newly-opened letter down on her lap, took off her gold trimmed eyeglasses, and--frowned at her daughter, because her daughter had, after her silent read ing of the letter, returned 1t to her mother with this remark:
 | uare say AunG CulleG uSaIlS tO DC very kind, but shall not accept her in vii ation on those terms"
 II don't see why, Genevieve. I wish you would remember that every such invitation from my sister diminishes our expenses very materially, besides affording you chances. you would not otherwise enjoy, of seeing people and settling for fife"
 Genevieve's eyes flashed long before her mothers deliberate remark was ended.
 Don't mention it to me, mamma you wouldn't if you knew how horribly revolting it is! Yes, expenses are re- duced every time one of us goes to Aunt Juliet's for the season, and, so far, my sisters have succeeded in being married of, while you and I here at home were going without the necessities of life to l further their plans. Mamma. I tell you am thoroughly disgusted with it all. I don't want to go to Long Branch with Aunt Juliet. l don't want to go hus- band catching. I prefer to stay here with you, mammal
 She ended her brisk, indignant protest with an affectionate little sentence that certainly should have been very consol- | ing to Mrs. Steele.
 l [" am sure you are 8 very strange | child, Genevieve. I certainly feel very grateful to my sister for all she has done | for Augusta and Isadore, and no less fol the great kindness she displays in invit ing you on her summer campaign, ant | for so thoughtfully inclosing these two one-hundred-dollar notes to 'renovat, your wardrobe. I really wish you tt obey me in this affair and accept the in | vitation"
 | Genevieve began to display even nor, l than her usual hauteur. and by the wa, she held her head up, so perfectly re spectful for all it's positiveness, Mrs Steele knew there was battle in pros pect.
 {" could not think of going, mamma under the circumstances. So far as ac cepting Aunt Juliet's charity, have n, silly hesitation whatever, for she is ricl and can afford to buy the pleasur I of young peoples society; but, and her fathers look came start | lingly plain all over her lovely face, < i is because l know to certainty tha
 Aunt Juliet intends to leave no ston l unturned to bring about match a she unhlushingly calls it, betweel
 Lance Fielding and myself, and i shocks, and angers, and disgusts me Nor under any circumstances will I %
 unless auntie positively promises tha
 her bet animal shall not be paraded fo I my benefit, or exhibited for his." Il Mrs. Steele smiled frostily.
 Quite dissertation for one so un
 skilled in society lore Almost an
 young lady would feel enraptured at th
 simple prospect of meeting Lance Field l ing young, rich as Crmsus, or will b
 when his mother dies, handsome as d
 Apollo, and most charming, refine renf1pYn a1y--rufnssf rql1 q fh0rs11 oh 1,rp tsociety mantle very one above a,