Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1881-08-11
AT GRIGGSTOWN.

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liberating wife and daughter.
They were lettering round the
breakfact-table in the bright sun
shine, discussing the relative mer-
it's Of fashionable summer resorts =
papa, partly ponpous, gold>sealed
mamma, tall, aristocratic, languld,
W ith some wonderful fairy fabric ot
Valenciennes on her faded blonde
head ; Cordelia, a second edition OF
mamma, and the beauty of the fam
lily.
Mr.. Worthington, who had
worked his way from a country
farmhouse to a Madison Square
mansion, though proud of his ar
istocrat1c wife and daughter, fee
bly, resented this annual outlay,
and was inclined to ill-:emper &C
cordingly.
Il suggest Newport said Miss
Worthington, whose emphasis on
the pronoun seemed to seal the
suggestion.
Cor the Catskills,' sighed NAM
ma, refectively.
NO. coolly vetoed Cordelia,
we've done them so often. Now
let me see.' And needless of lrate
papa's impatieDce, she fell to med
ltating. what shall we do with
Bert 2 she questioned, carelessly
looking up, as though Bert were a
superfuous piece of furniture,
scarcely worth the price of rtorage.
Leave her at home with Miss
Mills said her mother, promptly.
A child like that should not neg
lect her studies for amusement
AS papa stood on the hearth
rug, dangling his gold seals and in
wardly fuming, there was the rip
pie of light laugh without the
oaken doors of the breakfast-room;
then a quick rush dawn stairs-the
last three cleared with a leep-a
rapid turn Of the handle, and start
ling all, flushed, painting, laughing,
slim young ffgcre burst into the
room.
Bertha =
Mammals voice was stern with
dignified reproof.
Beg pardan, all ! l thought
breakfast was over. Hector and
were having a run in the yard, you
know. How he barked Did you
hear him, Coodelia 2 And when
went up stairs. there was Hector
behind me, and
sWe are not interested in the ex-
ploits of your canine companion,
interrupted her elder sisters smooth
tones. 'We were discussing some
thing more Important
'Oh = BERTHE said, apologetical-
ly, feeling slightly crushed, and
still standing with her back against
the door.
The keen sunshine showed the
two faces-Cordelia's regular-feat-
ured, pale, proud-llpped, with light
blue eyes, and masses Of dim-gold
lair coiled smoothly behind her
head and Bertie's- we'll, not ex-
actly pretty, but infinitely more
charming than that Of the acknowl-
edged beauty of the family. Her
long, thick hair was blown into
loose waves by the cool morning
wind her eyes were shining hel
cheeks as bright as wild poppies.
1T shall be Newport decided
Cordelia, rising, at last.
'Going to Newport 2 cried Ber-
tie, the irrcpressible. sWhy don'1
you go to Griggstown?' g
'Grigwsrown! = scornfuIly
sWhere Is Griggstown g
And she condescended to look a
her younger sister as she said it.
why, don't you know really
It's the place where Cousin Saman
tha lives. Way out in the country
somewhere
what a lucid explanation
sneeringly. sWay out in the coun
try somewhere! Well, we do no
purpose spending the summer in
common farmhouse. with Doors 70
associates--'
'Cordelia !'-the fresh, youn,
voice rang out in indignant re
proot-'you ought to be ashame
Of yourself! If it is a commo
farmhouse, it was good enough 70
papa, and ought to surely be goo
enough for us. Doors F! Just wis
some of your languid nonentitie
from the Esthetic Club were ha
such thorough gentlemen-that
alp
: Bravo, Bert You're your ia
Theirs daughter, every inch Of you
cried Caleb Worthington's voic
in ringing approval. 'It's tie jol
: liest old place under the sun, if it
a comm on farmhouse, and I'll tai
you down there this June. Sec
l don't!'
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