The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1881-04-08
miscellaneous.
wv Glen,

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For month? Really, ladies' I'm very much
afraid haven't any property in my hands
not at present. at least-that will meet your
expectations. I've plenty to rent for a year
| But for month There isn't any such real
estate in the market-there isn't indeed"
1--WE don't want an unfinished house.
said Angela Frost.
"And we have no occasion to use house
for year." addedAosephine, her tall, bloom
| ing young sister
The agent bit the end of his quill pen and
looked at them obviously, from behind the
| ink -splashed rails of his desk,
1--WE are school-teachers," Miss Angela ex-
planned, land we have just a months vaca-
| ton and we want to spend it in a healthful
country resort, where | can botanize, and
where my sister can sketch in water colors
| from nature"
"Ahw said the agent-ahw Indeed, I'm
very sorry, ladies, but | don't think there's
any property in the market hereabouts that
will meet your ideas"
what time docs the evening stage leave
the hotel?' Josephine asked, rather despon-
IDENTIFY.
AT five, believe" the agent replied.
And the two ladies went slowly out of the
stutfy little room with its high desk, its floor
covered with cheap oil-cloth, and its general
atmosphere of stale tobacco smoke.
"rm so sorry, Angel" said the Younger
"The air of these pinewooded glens is the
very thing for your asthma"
And the little river in the deep gorge is
such an exquisite study for your paintings,
Jo," said Miss Frost, fondly
"Couldn't we live in barn." suggested
10, with Il comical arch of her eyebrows
I'm afraid no" sighed Angela
Tho rno1 IL, ba nt,.bi1 lilo
had hardly smoked pipe and read the local
paper before the door burst open and short,
stout lady in a pink hat and feathers came
| in.
"Mr. Muggeridge," said she, handing him
key, you may let Ivy Glen or you may
| sell it-ready furnished, with Il COW, poul-
| try-house and the pony chaisc thrown in"
"Madam," said Muggeridge, bewildered.
"Tm tired oft" said the lady. "Susie and
Jennie are homesick 10 get back to the city,
and so am l. I've been without u servant
since Monday, and now I'm going to take
the evening stage TO town and meet my hus-
band before he starts for Ivy Glen. dare
say he'll be vexed, but can't help it. And
I've left word at the dairy farmhouse for my
brother Duke to follow us
You couldn't let it for month 2" expert
mentally hazarded Mr.. Muggeridge.
| L u ltt IL ioi thi'V bNN Suit
81 could find you tenants for n month"
said the agent And perhaps at the end of
that time something else might offer"
Every wei" said the lady. "There is the
key"
And away she went and Mr.. Muggeridgc
clapped his hat on the back of his head and
set off, in hot haste, to the hotel, for an in
terview with the two young ladies who had
so recently left his office,
| And SO it happened that 10 and Angel
Frost took triumphant possession of Ivy
Glen, romantic cottage, half covered
with the dark green, glossy leaves of the vine
from which it derived its name, with bou-
doir, piano, all the pictures garlanded with
pressed ferns and dried autumn leaves, and
library of novels.
Mrs Fitch must have been very literary
person." said 10.
"And musical" added Angel.
"As Tor a servant, one would only be a
nuisance, said 10
an groom the pony myself" said Angel.
"He's no bigger than Newfoundland dog
the darling"
"And III milk the COW and feed the dear
little chickens" declared pretty 10.
It's really an earthly paradise" said the
elder sister.
$50 it is assented 10.
The two sisters passed three days of I'M
mitigated happiness in the deep ravines and
| cool ilower-enameled woods that surrounded
Ivy Glen
Angel made various valuable additions to
her herbarium, and 10 sketched leafy hooks
bits of falling water and sunset effects to her
hearts content, until finally good, old. fash
toned rain-storm set in, of a July afternoon
and prisoned them in the cottage parlor.
"Iow stupid this is ~ said 10, starting up
| from her book, as the twilight shadows
brooded darker and darker in the ROOM
Lets go down to the barn, and talk to Dick
and Frizzle. Poor dcars they must be as
| lonesome ms we are"
(Now Dick was the pony, and F'rizzle was
the COW ; and 10 and Angel were already
upon the most afiectionate terms ofintimacy
with them.) ......s #.t...
1t was quite dark, when Marmaduke
birmingham opened the hall door and strobe
in, shaking the rain drops from his shoulders
as if he had been huge Newfoundland dog
and fiinging his fshng-creel and tackle or
the table.
"Lour' he called, all over the house, in 8
CHEEKY, stentorian voice-"Louisa p
But, as might be expected, no answer wa!
returned and he went up to certain pretty
little circular-waled room, where he ha(
been wont TO keep his slippers, gun-case, ant
sundry other masculine appurtenances, wher
soiourning with his sister, Mrs. Fitch, at Ivy
Glen. 'eH' NJ
"It's as quiet here" he muttered unde
his breath, "as an enchanted castle. Wher,
Is Lou ?-where are the childreng"
But he paused on the threshold, Ever