The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1881-01-26
WINIFRED'S FLOTSAM.


man-hater that Guy AveriII, at th
age of seven and twenty, was still
bachelor, and heart-whole. Unit
this summer he had never been ric
enough to support wife; it was al
most more than he could do to tax
care Of himself, 30 he did not fee
justified in paying attentions to an,
lady seriously. Although he wa
Industrious and talented, client
were few and far between-were al
most unknown to the deserving
young lawyer until he did not 81
sorely need them. One week-sucI
is the perversity of fate-after ht
! got news that an uncle had died anC
left him his sole heir, and found thai
he was sure of an income of nearly
two thousand dollars a year, then
the world suddenly realized that
young Ayerill was very promising
lawyer. . .. ..
Having a good income and pros
poets plenty of remunerative busi-
ness, Guy Averill began to think
seriously of matrimony, and rather
eagerly accepted an invitation to ac-
company his chum, Cassius Barclay,
to the little town of New Myrtle,
where said chum's fancee lived, for
this fiancee, Helen Tremaine, had
two sisters, and, Mrs. Averill agreed
with Cassius Barclay, that there
were not three such girls in the world
as the three Tremaines.
Mrs. Averill had met them in the
winter in Washington, and after
wards had spent six weeks at their
house; hence Guys invitation.
Though he had never seen one of
the family, he knew them all by
description.
Helen was not pretty, but was
domestic, accomplished and charm
ing. The next one, Winifred, was a
great rider, swimmer, archer, skater
in fact, lawfully fast" and mag
nifcently beautiful; so Guy felt a
strong presentment that while he
would like Helen and tolerate Wini-
fred for her sake, he would be very
sure to fall captive to the charms of
19-year-old Marcia, the gentle, fair
and loveable girl whose picture he
had so much admired.
When he first saw Marcia he was
a little disappointed; her picture
fattered her, but he soon forgot that
in contemplation Of her graceful ig-
ure, her gentle voice, and her quiet,
womanly ways. He loved to see
womanly ways. He loved to see a
woman all womanly; thought a
needle, not a pen, should be her
tool; believed that the freside was
woman's sphere, and so on, all of
which.conditions Marcia filed.
"Your sister rides beautifully 7"
exclaimed Guy, a few hours after his
arrival at Mrs. Tremaine's.
"Yes," answered Marcia, sweetly.
" She ought to, for she spends hours
upon her horse" -r.-.. ..
"Do you ride?'
"Not much. Idon't care for such
such violent exercise In fact, l
don't have much time forit. 1 have
a good deal of sewing to do, and"
Marcia hesitated and shook out
her work ostentatiously.
II didn't know you had any little
folks in the house" remarked Guy,
his attention thus drawn to the
small apron in her hand.
ooh! we haven't. This is for
some of our poor Sunday-school chill
dren. When am at loss for en-
plOyment always know where TO
turn, in a manufacturing town like
this, where there is SO much suffer-
ing"
Do your sisters aid you?"
Helen can't; her trousseau keeps
her busy now, and Winifed-well,
I'd laugh to see her doing such
work"
I" AS what?" asked Winif,ed, who
had just entered.
Sewing or embroidering," repli-
ed Marcia, not quite truthfully; but
Guy, not knowing the difference be-
tween embroidering and plain sew
ing, was none the wiser.
What is absurdly known as fan
cy work L utterly abomlnate 1t
seems to me a great waste of time to
pass hours and hours in making
hideous tides and mats or high art
curtains out of ticking and such
stuff.
'EDont you ever sow?'
"Not if can avoid it; certainly
not for amusement F."
Not for the poor?"
"The poor?"
Yes; as Miss Marcia does"
"O-hI No, I don't work for the
poor-as Marcia does" was Wini.
ffed's contemptuous reply
And Guy was disgusted. How
was he tn know that the IittIa a1,ror