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

any property in my hands-not Mt
present, at least-that will meet your
expectations. I've plenty of unfur-
nished houses, and plenty to rent for
q year But for month? There isn't
any such real estate in the market
there isn't, indeed"
"We don't want an unfunished
house." said Angela Frost.
"And we have no occasion to use
house for year." added Josephine, her
tall, blooming young sister.
The agent bit the end of his quill
pen, and looked Mt them dubiously,
from behind the ink-splashed rails OF
his desk
We are schoolteachers," Miss An
gela explained, "and we have Just n
months vacation; and we want to spend
it in healthful country resort, where /
can botanize, and where my sister can
sketch in water-colors from nature"
"Ah !" 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 does the evening stage
leave the hotely' Josephine asked,
rather despondently.
"At five, I believe" the agent re-
piled.
And the two ladies went slowly out OF
the stuffy little room with its high desk,
its floor covered with cheap oil-cloth, and
its general atmosphere of stale tobacco
smoke.
I'm so sorry, Angel" said the
younger. "The air Of these pine
wooded glens is the very thing for your
asthma"
And the little river in tho deep
gorge is such an exquisite study for your
paintings, Jo," said Miss Frost, fondly.
Couldn't we live in n barn p sug-
gested Jo, with comical arch of her
eyebrows.
." I'm afraid not" sighed Angela.
The real estate agent, in the mean
while, had hardly smoked pipe and
read the local paper before the saloor
burst open and short, stout lady in n
pink hat and feathers came in.
Mr. Muggeridge," said she, handing
him key, "you may let Ivy Glen or
you may sell it--ready-fumishcd, with
acow, a poultry-house and the pony
ehaise thrown in"
Madam" said Muggeridgc, bcwil-
dered.
I'm tired of it, said the lady. "Su-
sic and Jennie are homesick 70 get back
10 the city, and so am /. I've been
without 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. 1 dare say he'll be
Vexed, but 1 can't help it. And I've left
word at the dairy farmhouse for my
brother Duke to follow u.s."
"You couldn't let it for month p
experimentally hazarded Mr.. Mugge.
ridge.
"Td let it for three days." said the
lady
81 could find you tenants for a
month";" said the agent. "And perhaps
at the end of that time something else
might offer"
every well, said tho lady "Thcrc
is the key"
And away she went; and Mr.. Mugge-
ridge clapped his hat on the back of his
head and set off, in hot haste, to the
hotel, for an interview with the two
young ladies who had so recently left
his Office.
And so it happened that Jo 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 buodoir, piano, all the pictures
garlanded with pressed ferns and dried
autumn leaves, and library Of novels
"Mrs. Fitch must have been q vorJ
literary person." said 10.
And musical" added Angel.
GAS for servant, one would only bs
q nuisance" said 10.
"rn groom the pony myself" SAID
Angel. "He's no bigger than New
foundland dog the darling"
"And I'll milk the COW and feed thu
dear little chickens" declared prott.
10.
IT'S really an earthly paradiae.' aai'
Abe elder sister.
$50 i j.. nsaenta1 10.
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