The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1881-10-21
Original story.
A Story Of the Summer.

ing rooms, though few in number, yet
ample in demension and what can
be mere delightful than the large COM
nodious sleeping room Of country
home. Add 20 this the beauty of sum
mer eve in the natural scenery that
surrounds the home of Mrs. Marsh, and
YIN hev, the ol oaing scene in the story
1 a,n about to relate. She had just re-
turned from the village, mile distant,
aud was talking very earnestly to her
daughter.
"You see Mrs. Wilhomie promi ised
TO take them, and now that they are
all sick il is impossible, and as they ex-
pect TO be- here Thursday il will be u
great favor for us TO take them, told
her would see you, and decide this
evening"
"The party in question was Mrs.
IAIneque, "a wealthy city lady with
tso children, who wishing 10 spend
few weeks ia the country, had engag-
ed board at Mrs. Millers, near neigh
bor of Mrs. Marsh"
"Well l suppose we mas as well
take them" "Hattie responded, "but
how | do hate those fashionable wo.
man, and the pearly teeth came to-
gether by way of emphasis. 81 guess
we had best take them, Hattie" and
kindhearted Mrs. Marsh, hurried away
10 send messeneger. And now that
the problem bad beel. solved Hattie
Marsh turned new leaf and continued
reading. She was not a beauty this girl
to whom summer with It's rosy aplen-
dor and autumn with its gilded leaves
had come just nineteen times yet there
was something attractive about her.
In summing up the points of real
beauty, you would discord every fea-
ture until you came 70 the mouth and
chin /; lips closing over lows of teeth
that fairly risalled the old time pearls.
For some reason the story she was
reading Loaf It's charm, and the thought
of the coming visitors woulJ crowd
themselves in, until at last growing
impatient she laid aside her book, and
gave herself up 10 her wayward fancy
wondering vaguely how Mrs. IArneque
would suit, whether she would bee
pleasant or not, and thousand other
questions came surging mp until she
finally wished she had never heard OF
the individual. For Hattie Marsh
was an only child, and the widowed
mother had perhaps given her her own
way a little too much but under
meath the impatient words beat true
womans heart, and It needed only the
opportunity to prove il. la all her
life she had been, bright, happy,
joyous, girl. What il she had nor
read oves her books, early aud late,
she always passed creditable exam
inAtion in her studies, and then her
voice was always the Gnt in proposing
a picnic, and il was always Hattie
Marsh's laugh that rang so clear aud
loud, as the day wore away. She had
never mingled with the inhabitants Of
the city, indeed she had been there
but once, and that had been several
yeats before, so she dreaded meeting
Mrs. I.arneque. But now that it was
decided, she went 10 work. with n will,
planning and managing until the old
home looked very comfortable, 70 say
the least, and when on the evening
before the arrival she bad taken a last
survey Of all the rooms, from the kitch-
en- with its rooms of SHINING tinware
TO the quiet sitting room, with its old
fashioned fireplace filed with evergreen,
she breathed sigh Of relief.
"Well / have done the best ] could,
MOTHER" she said, turning TO the kind
faced woman, 10 whom she was all.
1ndeed you have succeeded in
making the old home look very pleas
ant, Hattie, only hope we will be
able 10 entertain eur visitor"
"Oh, never fear, mother, am only
thankful she did not deem it necessary
to bring her husband, brother or cous-
in with her, and now must 90 for q
walk"
The next morning dawmed bright
and beautiful, and At last the rnmblng
of wheels announced the coming ar-
rivals. Hattie, in her plain morning
dress of simple lawn, looked very
pretty. 81 her mother thought, az she
went down to meet them. To her dis
may who should hand the lady out of
the carriage but tall, dark faced man,
of perhaps twenty eight, whom later
Mrs. Larneque introduced as her broth
er, whom she bad insisted on bringing
/ with her fr few days vacation. Rs
covering from her surprise Hattie led
the way up 10 the house and Mrs
Marsh soon made them perfectly at
home. While Hattie with perplexed
face was holding consultation with the
girl that helped about the hoousework.
"There is no other way Esther that |
can see, but to give him my room. |
cant see why he had to come" But
there was no time for delay, so she
hastened away to arrange the room,
and tew minutes later Henry Floyd
stood surveying the room and It's con.
tents, am afraid with rather a critics
eye. The result was satisfactory, in a
degree, for he gave long, low whistle
and then slowly unused. SO she has
given me her room has she. Well it
looks like her what look she give
me this morning 1t WAS bad, my
coming with, out a word of warming
But MN here now, SO we had best be
friends And later when seated at
the pleasant tea table, over which
Hattie presided he iawaaly resolved
that it would be TO fault Of his if they
we're not very warm friends. Mrs.
Larneque proved a very pleasant
boarder. She was on1 of these bright,
happy dispositioned woman, who are