The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1880-05-29


as she was going off with Laddie.
They didn't any of them suppose so,
for all the animals about the place
seemed to have a fondness for Adele,
COWS and horses, cats and doves; even
the wood birds had way of flying low
round the charming head as she called
them. Some said it was her beauty,
for she was the lovehest little brown
haired, blue-eyed, hite-browed, dam
ask-cheeked piece of flesh and blood
one could imagine; others said it was
her gentle ways; and the rest fancied it
was some nearness to nature in her, or
some secret attraction like that of the
Indian snake-charmers.
"That is the same way she tanned
James brother Phil" said Lucia.
"Every one knows that Phil was the
haughtiest and most high-strung man in
existence, and rather despised women.
And now he just adores the ground she
walks on"
GAS for me-" said Miss Meyer, SCI
should be afraid that that sort of love is
glamour, and would break up some
day."
"There's no danger of Pills love for
Adele breaking up" said Jane. "And
how she does worship him! She never
mentions his name, but she writes to
him every day-and she even saves the
scraps of his writing on newspaper en-
velopes-she does indeed, girls!''
"Dear me! wouldn't want to care
so much for any one," said Miss Meyer
81 don't know any body that's more
likely to-" cried Lucia. 'When you do
fall in love, Maria Meyer"
"Don't you concern yourself, young
lady, about me-" said Miss Meyer,
sharply, walking off to give Laddie a
biscuit, which was at once stolen by
Jack, Laddie being engrossed in fine
romp with Adele. "They say she used
to care for Phil herself" whispered
Lucia to her neighbor, and then they
fell to comparing their tatting and
crocheting, and getting out patterns,
and Miss Mahoney joined them.
Miss Mahoney's morning toilettes
were as extraordinarily severe as her
afternoon ones were extraordinarily
superb. ooh, Miss Mahoney!" cried
one of the girls, one morning, &C. if we
had your laces, we shouldn't have to do
tatting."
awe hear you have such lovely
lace,'' said Maria Meyer, with her grand
air on.
81 have some very pretty pieces"
said Miss Mahoney. Our family is an
old Irish family, and l am the last of it.
and so in one direction and another I
have fallen heir to good deal"
Aud I oil oh
lace?" said Lucia.
81 know all about m1y lace. Some of
lis quite nice. AS pretty pieces" re-
peated Miss Mahoney, "of their size, as
one could see in America"
"What if you had a grand opening at
some time, and let us see them all? p"
asked Lucia.
"Why, with the greatest pleasure,
any time-now, if you say So" And of
course the girls all said so, and sprung
to their feet at once.
sob, is she going to show us her
lacesp" cried Adele, dancing up with
Laddie barking and jumping round
Jack, who had perched on her shoulder.
elbow lovely of you, Miss Mahoney!"
and she followed with the rest.
"This," said Miss Mahoney, when
she had opened her boxes, "is Venice
point
cit doesn't look any different from
tatting," said Maria Meyer.
"Only," said Miss Mahoney, Gas diff
ferent as mist is from water. This is a
bit OF Spanish lace made in q convent.
Here is a scrap of cardinals lace; no.
body but the cardinals at Rome have it.
| don't know how my grandmother came
into possession of this scrap-there used
to be an archbishop in our family some
where, but that's not a cardinal. These
are all old French laces-Mrs. Palissey
never saw their equal. But they are a
great deal of care. l often think that
piece of Valenciennes costs me as much
trouble as child. These are Irish
laces-they are like hoar-frosts and
blowing snow-drifts, somebody once told
me. They don't make them now. See
this piece of English point-old Devon
shire point"
"Oh, how lovely!" cried Adele, while
the others were exclaiming over this
and that. Talk of snow-drifts I" and
she took the Devonshire point in her
hands: it was two or three yards of
finger-deep edging in couple of pieces
caught together by thread, of the
most exquisitely delicate beauty both of
texture and design-idealized foam
wreaths, or the fancies of some frosted
pane spread on SPIDERS web. 81" How
perfectly lovely!" exclaimed Adele
again, and she wound it round her
blushing face before the glass. "What
finish for a bridal toilet" and then
she held it up in her hands in the sun
light, and the magpie on her shoulder,
cooking his head on this side and on
the other, looked more demoniac than
ever through the film of an end of it
that lay over his black shining feathers.
"You are exactly like one of those girls
holding little bannerols that come dane
ing out of the facades of temples in
those Pompeiian decorations of Phil ~"
cried Jane. "What pity that you're
not going to marry a rich man, Del,
who could afford you Devonshire point
and diamonds" she added, the least
atom maliciously, "instead of a poor
young architect"
- If Adele wound buster round her
she ':ould look decorated" said Lucia.
"Most folks would" said Adele, tax
ing off the lace soberly, and laying it
down. "But | must confess that /
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