The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-08-18

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MRS. LARRABEE's MORNING CALL.
"stop, driver, stopl o, that aioyeIy view /
Ellen, do look at those mountSins londer,
with the shadows of the clouds1yine upon
theml This is truly heavenly spot. Icould
sit here all day long and lock at that view.
wonder who lives here; IL must be some, very
rich family, for just see those stables over
there, and the queer houses, and then the
lawns and drives 1t must take an army OF
servants and a mint Of money to run q place
like this. That is a boathouse down there At
the waters edge. OF course the man who
lives here has yacht-probablv small fleet
of them. Dear mel these Hudson River
princes simply roll in wealth. Perhaps this is
the country seat of some celebrated New York
merchant. Driver, what is the name OF the
gentleman who owns this placel'
The colOred man on the box of the carriage
reflected moment. - amt been long in
these parts,' he said at last, apologeticauy.
lie bcckoned TO n gardener who was clip
ping hedge near, and theinan left his work
and came up to the carriage. touching his lat
respectfully to the two ladics seated therein
he elder OF them, a stOut,< rtfnroltss sdafic
with large diamonds in her ears, said patron
the name he eeafIsna6 WHO o. osns tbs
country satE q 3 4FOAMN
Mr.. Partridge, ma'am."
"Partridge.n
s'Yes, ma'am."
'Partridgel George Reed Partridgel'''crie
the $ out lady in great excitement.
ri. SS S ma aP, said ;hssgarlgsrs touching
his his ihaS saSaR EesP PC, and then resumiu
Thc Stout lady laia d fat. tisitiv-glovei
hand upon her companions arm: '.Afv dear,
t. Is ' ~ very Mr. 52ytridSs Ehom we knew SO
only son died of the fever there that winter,
and he was almost heart broken. His wife was
sweet woman. Coachrhan. Drive up TO the
''But, Aunt Etta-n the young girl began,
in 4 tone OF renOnstrance.
My dear, know him we'll lie wosIld con-
slider il a slight, an insult, il Ishosld drive
through his grounds without ssopping to saw
How do YOU do' The idea of this being his
p'ac-. thought that he lived in New York
and suppose, be doesin wfrter anl scomes
here Tor the summer. He is a retired mer-
chant, YOU know, and immensely wealthy
immensely.
The coachman had meanwhile driven his
horses up TO the entrance of the house, and.
as ne stopped them, a man-scrvant came down
the broad stone steps and stood ready to open
the cariilse door. Mr.. Partridge was at home.
and the two ladies alighted and followed the
servant into a square hall where single
sheet OF plate glass framed picture of
the river and The blue hills beyond.
The pavement was marble, fine carved stair
case wound up to the floor above, and on
every side were silent witnesses to the truth
of Mrs. Larrabee's assertion that Mr.. Part
ridge was rich man.
Whom shall say madaml'' said the ser
want, as he ushered the two guests into a
small reception rsOur fa
1.-TWO old friends" quoth the stont lady.
superbly. Then she put her gold trimmed eve
glasses on her nose and gard about her
critically, rising once to peep through the
door haugiugs into the adjoining room. Her
eompanion,a an, slim girl With soft brown
hulr m Ar-
an opened window and crossed her hands In
her lap, YEARLY. She looked pale and tired
and contrasted in every with her stout,
rubcuud aunt. She wore no Ustling silk, no
sparkling diamonds, and feminine observer
would have ius antlv detected that her gloves
Were only three-buttoned while her aunt's
were eight Almost motionless, she sat look
ing down at the carpet until Mr.. George Reed
Partridge entered; He was a bury, white
haircdsoll smaai with a sB1oofrsaaven, ssfnls
lh,ogasy,cplerei face and pair Of twiukling
wells Mrs. Larsal,ss Y hss said, n asl,i&.
oat door softsof voice. efhisis agreat s,ir.
prise. VI could not Imagine Who my two old
friends were aud should have concluded that
YOU were 4 pair Of dangerous boolS-agents il
James had not said that YOU came in ear
iia"e. But / don't know who the other old
friend can he,' He bestoYeda shreYd glance
him, faint blAsR Tftatiing Slowly i over 'R Rer
face. And should not call her so very old, -
he added, with a laugh.
at Is my niece Ellen Hus ead,' said Mrs
with us.n
An, yes, of corlrse seeplleet pow No
S 5ss si Feca 10y sse j. II So gaT En- IT,
time saw yo'tsou were a long-lcgged crea ure
in short frocks.n
Mrs Larrabee looked rather shocked, but
her niece smiled The frocks have been let
so see / suppose it was necessary
Why, you are quite woman,-eighteen years
old, dare say.''
''Nearly nineteen said she.
"lou must stop shooting up and take to
spreading Q,}t, ith Your height, you ought
to I'VE. wei S,a lHnsifel and forty pounds"
ter said Mrs. Larrabce THAT is why She
10 ks so pale and thin"
"Studying, eh.n Mr. Partridge repeated.
'Studied the flesh off your bonesl wish YOU
had said dancedlit OF. l don't like learned
yo,pg ladies' very much. In fact, I'm afraid
A bright look flashed into the girls face.
sAh, you need not be afraid OF me,'' she said,
in half-triumphant. haltmournful accents.
81 am not learned n the least and can't be.
although | have tried very hard -
Mr.. Partridge twisted about in his chair and
looked lat her with new interest. HIS glance
travelled deliberately from the crown of her
head to the tip, of the. boot that showed itself
beneath her simple gown. = --'-
she hy Mss sisgS E ias % that
bee bee She ss eemel q keefsis o Ter
tions. That is how we happen to be here; we
are going back to Chicago Tomorrow
81 coulden the preparatory class, y chimed
in her niece, "but feel too old for that
thought should surely center Freshman; /
sssafa ssr deaes sst sss t1s IS but
even manage fractions; and as for algebra
~ She broke off eloquently and looked up
into Mr.: Partridge's face with smile OF
comical despair.
He burst into a roar of laughter. '.My dear
child" said he, "what earthly good would 1t
do you il 700 could manage fractions Keep
% Uqi 81 bst ass ssssr y9a
ownivissssat shS s - simple s sqa
forward way, sand / hoped 10 become a
The laughing look on Mr.. Partridge's face
was replaced by a very grave one. He pursed
up his lips. "Whew!'' be whistled.
Mrs. Larrabee now came to the rescue, and
guided the conversation in the direction of
Europe. Ellen was rather lett out of the de-
sultory talk that followed, and sat by, silent
and absorbed In her thoughts. Evidently they
were not the vague, pleasant day-dreams of a
young girl, for little line showed itself be-
tween her brows, aud she compressed her lips
as though she were mentally making some
great resolution. As he listened TO Mrs Lar
rabee's smoothly flowing stream of WORDS Mr.
Parridge every now and then glanced at
Ellen in his quick, shrewd way Sometimes
she caught his glances and returned them with
smile, but oftener she was quite unconscious
of them and worked away at the problems that
seemed TO trouble her. Outside, the carriage
stood i'm the shade of n great chestnut-tree
aud the colored coachman slufnbered peace
fully on his perch, while the horses stamped
impatiently and whisked their tails in futile
sHorts to dislodge the flies. In the distance
" u EdrOse. a mowiBg 2 machine fonnd and
round lawn, and, nearer, gardener moved
rake lazily to and fro over graveled path.