The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 18??-1882, 1881-09-02

| fire in Mrs. Clements room, as the nigh
was damp, and brought out her dainti
est cup and saucer. with the fadeles
old roses wreathing them.
Wonderful kind, reflected Mrs. Gle
ment, as she combed out her wisps O
gray hair and cOnlided the false front
to a box. Wonderful kindness fol
seven dollars aweek! She's new to tht
trade. She'll learn better. Human
nature doesn't change with ATTITUDES
She'll find it doesn't pay to consider the
comfort of poverty stricken old crea
ture.'
But, in spite of her worldly wisdom
Mrs. Clement was forced to confess that
Della had begun as she meant to hold
out, though other boarders came to dc
mand her attention, to multiply he
cares. The fret and jar of conflicting
temperaments under her roof was o
new experience to Della. When Mrs.
Gresome complained of the mosquitoes,
with an air as if Miss Rogerson were
responsible for their creation; of the
flies, as if they were new, acquaintan-
ces; Of want Of appetite, as though
Della had agreed to supply it, along
with berries and new milk; of the
weather, as if she had pledged herself
there would be no sudden changes to
annoy her boarders; of the shabby
house and antiquated furniture, "tOo
old for comfort and not old enough for
fashion"-then Della doubted if taking
boarders was her mission. N
What makes you keep us my dear p
asked Mrs. Clement, after day when
evt ythjng and everybody had seemed
to 60 wrong. why didn't you ever
mary? You had lover, dare say? ?
Yes; long, long time ago.
Tell me about him-ity
There isn't much to tell. He asked
me to marry him. He was going to
Australia. l couldn't leave father and
mother, you know (they were both
feeble) ),and he couldn't stay here.
That's all ... N'r
And you-you-'
Now all men beside are to me like
shadows
And you have never heard OF him
since?' r
eyes. He wrote; but where was
the use? 1t could never come to any.
thing. 1t was better for him to for
get me, and marry. l was milestone
about his neck. 1 didn't answer his
letter."
"And supposing he should return
some day, would you marry him?"
81 dare say" laughed Della, gently,
as if the idea were familiar, "let the
neighbors laugh ever so wisely. I've
thought of it sometimes, sitting alone,
when the world was barren and COM
monplace. One must have recreation
of some kind, you know. Everybody
requires little romance, a little poet
ry, to flavor everyday thinking and do
ing. I'm afraid you think me a silly
old maid, Mrs. Clement"
"No. The heart never grows old.
The Skin shrivels, the color departs,
the eyes fade, the features grow pinch
ed; but the soul is heir of eternal youth
it is as beautiful at fourscore as at
sweet and twenty Time makes
amends for the ravages of the body by
developing the spirit. You didn't tell
me your. lovers name. Perhaps you
would lather not" &-+
eHis name was Stephen Langdon,
Sometimes Capt. Seymour runs against
him in Melbourne, and brings me word
how he looks and what he is doing;
though l never ask, and Stephen never
asks for me, that can hear" .-..s.
Delia's summer boarders were not q
success, to be sure. If they took no
money out of her pocket, they put none
in. She was obliged to exc out her
support with copying for Lawyer Dun
more and embroidering for Mrs. Judge
Dorr. One by one her boarders drop.
ped away like the autumn leaves; all
but old Mrs. Clement.
Il believe 1 will stay on she said
I'm getting too old to move, often.
Perhaps you take winter boarders at re-
duced rates. EhY
do you think my terms high?'.
by no means. But when ones purse
is low
Yes, l know. Do stay at your price.
l can't spare YOU She had grown such
fondness for the old lady that to re-
fuse her ut her own terms would have
seemed like turning her own mother
out of doors; besides, one mouth more
would not signify. But she found it
hard to make both ends meet, and often
went to bed hungry that her mother
and Mrs. Clement might enjoy enough,
without there appearing to be Just a
pattern At Christmas, however,
came ray of sunshine for Della, in the
shape of hundred-dollar bill from an
unknown friend.
1T can't be meant for me- she cried
It's directed to Della Rogerson,' said
her mother; and there's nobody else OF
that name, now that your aunt Delia's
dead e 7.h 4. Ast ia--a
I'VE are not sure she's dead,' object
ed Della.
Horrors! Don't you know whether
your owh aunt is dead or aliveY asked
Mrs. Clement, in a shocked tone.
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