The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-04-28
IVY GLEN.

( very much afraid I haven't any property
on my basds-not at present, at least
that will meet your expectations. I've
plenty of unfurnished houses, and plen-
ty to rent for year. But for month
There isn't any such real estate in th'
market-there isn't, indeed. "
'7Ve don't wantan unfinished house,
said Angela Frost.
''And we have no occasion to use {
house for year, added Josephine, be-
tail, blooming young sister.
The agent bit the end of his quill-pe
and looked at them obviously, from be
hind the ink splashed rails of his desk.
1--WE are schoolteachers, Miss Angela
exclaimed, ''and we have just a months
vacation; and we want to spend it in &
healthful country resort, where l car
botanic, and where my sister can sketch
in water colors from nature"
"Ah." said the agent-'ah, Indeed
I'm very sorry, ladies. but don't think
there's any property in the market here.
abouts that will meet your ideas"
''What time does the evening stage
leave the hotel" Josephine asked, rather
despondently.
"At FIVE, I believe" the agent replied
And the two ladies went slowly out oi
the stufy little room with its high desk,
its floor covered with cheap oil cloth, and
its general atmosphere Of stale tobacco
smoke.
sI'm so sorry, Angel" said the youn-
ger. ''The air of these pine-wooded
glens is the very thing for the asthma. .
''And the little river in the deep gorge
is such an exquisite study for your paint
ings, Jo." said Miss Frost, fondly.
Couldn't we live in barn?" suggest
ed Jo, with comical arch of her eye
brows.
II am afraid not, )" sighed Angela.
The real estate agent, in the mean
while, had hardly smoked o pipe and
read the local paper before the door burst
open and a short, stout lady in pink
hat and feather came in.
'sAfr. Muggeridge," said she, handing
him key, you may let Ivy Glen or you
may sell it-ready furnished, with COW,
a poultry house and the pony chaise
thrown in.
Madam" said Mudderidge, bewild-
cred.
''I'm tired of it, said the lady. "Su-
sic and Jennie are homesick to get back
to the city, and so am I. I've been with
out q servant since Monday, and now I'm
going to take the evening stage to town
and meet my husband before he starts
for Ivy Glen. l dare say he'll be vexed,
but [ can't help it. And I've left word
at the dairy farm house for my brother
Duke to follow rs.
''You couldn't let it for a month";" ex-
perimentally hazarded Mr.. Muggeridge.
I'D let it for three days" said the
lady.
II could find you tenants for q
month, said the agent. "And perhaps
at the end of that time something else
might offer"
VERY well, said the lady. "There
is the key"
And away she went; and Mr.. Mugge,
ridge clapped his hat on the back of his
head aud set of, in hot haste, to the ho-
tel, for an interview 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
boudoir, piano, all the pictures gar
landed with pressed ferns and dried au
tumn leaves, and library of novels.
Mrs. Fitch must have been very
literary person., said 10.
.'And musical" " added Angel.
s'As for a servant, enc would only be
nuisance, said 10.
''And musical" added Angel.
"I'I groom the pony myself" said
Angel. "He's no bigger than a New
foundland dog-the darling"
''And I'll milk the COW and feed the
dear little Chickens" declared pretty 10.
It's really an earthly paradise, said the
elder sister.
80 it Is, assented Joe.
The two sisters passed three days oi
unmitigated happiness in the deep ravines
and cool, fower-enameled woods thai
surrounded Ivy Glen.
Angela made various valuable additions
to her herbarium, and 10 sketched leafy
hooks, bits of falling water and sunset
effects to her hearts contents, until final
ly good, old-fashioned rainstorm set in,
of q July afternoon, and prisoned them
in the cottage parlor.
''How stupid this ISL said 10, starting
up from her book, as the twilight shadows
brooded darker and darker in the room.
Lets down to the barn, and talk tc
Dick and Frizzle. Poor dearsl they
must be as lonesome as we are"
(Now, Dick was the pony and Frizzle
was the COW; and 10 and Angel were al.
ready upon the most aiectionate terms
of intimacy with them.)
1t was qlite dusk, when Marmaduke
birmingham opened the hall door and
strobe in, shaking the rain drops from
his shoulders, as ii he had been huge
Newfoundland dog, and hinging his fish
ing creek and tackle on the table.
''Lou!" he called all over the house, ii
a CHEEKY, stentorian yoice-s'Louisa."
But, as might be expected, no answer
was returned; and he went up to GER
tam pretty little circular walled room,
L hal EN..gl l.