Arizona weekly enterprise., 1881-10-22
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Mildred ParmeEter sat in the lit' ,,rlor, beating her feet in1pati n l. le striped rag carpet. Two neigh, lad dropped in to see her aunt, and ' tree ladies, vita their knitting-nttI md occasional resort to their b D ,pier-mac snuff boxes, were discu ig the probable fate of disagrera. tanner in the vicinity. whose theft of caring" WAS the chief topic of -rsation in all the farm houses with. ,lins of dozen miles.
 N ,ss M-lhred caught up her hat ,untered out of the front door. On IVY rois away wer the pine woou ,ol, still and fragrant.
 A wagon came ratt5hg along [ cooked, sandy road. Her uncle 'urning from a trip to the village. ii he drove into the shed, he called o, her:
 Letters, darter."
 It WAS always his name for ber-sl as SD like a daughter he had lost. ; diEed for the letters, not very i,pi .nly. There were only two of thy ,he one from her sister she op,ned II
 ''Aai Mr. Bison came yesterda tn one of the paragraphs. We to. lm of your fancy to bury yourself :. ,uullner n the rural d.st jets, but ,ured him you would join him for week. at least, before We returned New York. Of course that Is the n taing that prevents him from leavi1 tue Springs at once. By the way, heard before he came mp that It Is q yer between you and Oscar, who Is F gaged to that cousin of his, Ella Ii sllo was always held up as a model II tue virtues. I don't doubt that x exactly suited to him. Mainpaa is d <. iiisfate that 1fr. E1son is going to $ b. ssIell as. You know Millg. what sii sias set her heart or, and of course yUsA wort disappoint us all"
 Yes, Mildred reflected, she was alto qether the proper person for Oscse Brtnt, and with a queer little laugh sii, thought of the hopeless. difference b. tween herself and this most admirable Ao Aoman. But the laugh was so neal akin to sob that she dared not trust herself to go on thinking. She caugh up the other letter, from young lady sojourning at Saratoga. Itwas addressed in large, dashing hand, covering the whole envelope. "Why will she Use violet ink ?" was Mildred's thought as she opened it. It was as dashing inside as out.
 "You are certainly gay deceiver, my dear To think that your health T, : quired rest and mountain air, so that you could neither give your family DO, 1f z& I derstand it all now, and really cant blame you. Oscar Bfant is more enter. taiuing than 8 hotel full of people and handsomer than ever. I saw him fol just moment en route for ChamplaiI with his party. Camping out must be such fun. Andto think you have al uncle so conveniently near. Of course you see Oscar every day or two"
 "More news!" How little her Sara toga fri nd guessed at the truth in the case. And Oscar Brant was only foul niles away. She could not help it now the tears came. Why could they no let her alone, she thought. She hat come up to the New England hills t gain some c the strength and peace sht had lost after she and Oscar Brant hat parted. She must try for 1t harder thai ever now that the time drew near S' her return to the city.
 Her mother aGd sisters would wait fo her at the Springs. Mir. Bison wolll wait, too-Mr. Bison, worth half mil ion, 50 years old, his head bald an shiny; a short, fat, fussy man, who ha "grown little stouter." Ugh! The would all go home together, to the ia sashions and dinner parties and formf calls.
 She went back to the house presently She would conquer this foolishness, E she told herself, as she had kept sayin over and over again the whole summt long. She would conquer her tempe too grow humble and docile and p tent.
 Supper was nearly ready when sll came in beautiful appeal to an artist eye, with its heap of snow-white biscuit tieep golden butter and purple graz jelly, but the flowers with which sE always decked the table she had forgo ten that afternoon. She went at ono into the garden, meeting her uncle { he passed by with the foaming mi pails.
 Don't forget my hollyhock, darter Ae called out as he passed along. He iyhocks were a standing joke betwet them.
 When she came again her uncle VI carrying on a. spasmodic conversatit Asith his wife, who, out of sight in tl i<<outtery, was straining the milk.
 'An' if they can't find some one
 ake tue school" he WAS saying, cit ~i ev to be shut up awhile"
 ''What school?" Mildred asked, cs
 ng less for the answer than for |
 fleet of great pansy she whs settil
 mowg the china-asters.
 Here ill our own deestrict. Teacher
 elk, an they can't seem to find no O
 o take her place" ;"
 How many scholars are there?" s
 ,,ed, a sudden impuise taking posse
 ,1 If her.
 . Not more'n twenty, I reckon. I
 summer school, tain 'tnever very larg'
 Uncle, would they lss ma take <