Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1881-03-24

that surrounded Ivy Glen.
Angela made various valuable AL
ditions to her herbarium, and 10
sketched leafy hooks, bits of falling
water and sunset effects to her hearts
content, until finally n good, oldfash
ioned rain-storm set in, of a July after
noon, and 'prisoned them in the cottage
parlor.
"How stupid this is !" said 10, start
ing 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
dears they must be as lonesome AS we
are"
tNow Dick was the pony, and Frizzle
was the COW; and 10 and Angel were
already upon the most affectionate terms
OF intimacy with them)
II was quite dusk, when Marmaduke'
Fnmingham opened the hall door and
strobe in, shaking the rain-drops from
his shoulders. as if he had been hugo
Newfoundland dog, and ilinging his
fishing-creel and tackle on the table
Lou!" he called, all over the house,
in a CHEEKY, stentorian voice Louisa"
But, as might be expected, no answer
was returned; and he went up to GER
tain pretty little circular walled room,
where he had been wont to keep his
slippers, gun-case, and sundry other
masculine appurtenances, when soiourn-
ing with his sister Mrs Fitch, at Ivy
Glen.
ITS as quiet here" he muttcrcd,
under his breath, "as an enchanted
castle. Where is Lou?-wherc are the
children"
But he paused on the threshold
Even By the waning twilight he could
perceive that general transformation
had taken place.
4 pretty easel stood near the window.
the tall standards of the cld-fashioncd
dressing bureau were knotted with blue
ribbons, the chairs were freshly drapcd
with chintA, and fairy work basket
stood beside the sofa, while upon the
table lay a Gower-twincd gipsy-hat,
bunch OF wild flowers, and pair Of the
tiniest gauntlet gloves that Mr.. Framing
ham had ever set eyes upon.
Hello" said Afarmaduke; "Lou's
got girl company. And she's put EN- in
here, by Jovcr
He struck match, lighted the
prettily-paintcd candles in the brass
sconcos, and stared blankly around him.
At the same moment, clear hutc-likc
voice sounded below stairs.
Come in, Angel, quick Goodness
how the rain drives in at the door
What's this in the hall? A-man's
coat -
Burglars :" shrieked Miss Angela,
who was not strong minded in practice
as she was in theory.
And there's a light up stairsr'
cried 10.
"Prcsorve rs :" said ANGELA,
beginning 70 trcmblc; the house is on
fire 10, 10. don't stir step | insist
that you shall not go up stairs =!
But Miss Josephine deftly evaded her
sisters grasp, and rushed directly up to
the little apartment which she had con
fiscated to her own use.
"Who are you, sirT' she sternly
demanded, as, standing in the doorway,
her gaze fell upon Mr.. Marmadukc
birmingham.
IL beg your pardon" began that
gentleman.
Leave the housc!" said 10, in the
imperial accents of Queen Elizabeth
condemning one of her courtiers to
death.
"Jo, 10, don't" pleaded Angela, who
had crept up in her sisters shadow and
was now weakly tugging at her dress.
"Perhaps he's got band Of accom-
plices outside-pcrhaps he's crazy
man !"
Ladies'" said Mr.. birmingham, "if
wa VIII 'Aiis IfAhAAA iAt w 'NIlihlh
Nothing can explain an intrusion
like this !" declared Josephine.
my sister, Mrs. Fitch, the occupant
of this house"
1--WE arc the occupants of this house."
inexorably interposed Miss Frost.
"Mrs. Fitch has left the premises these
three days ago"
II assure YOU" said -sSarmadukc,
"thas was quito igp .tSNt of any such
change OF arrangements | have been
on fishing excursion up the hill, and
supposed, of course, that my sister was
here"
("rm quite sure he is a crazy man !"
interposcd Angel, soto voce.)
"And as it is such q stormy night, l