Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1882-10-05
Mistsl!
A Domestic DespOi

"Ah. dear me. dear me 'ishc.. Mr.
Copmau- ~ IA, ~"f.I 1; tsu-u.c this
j.,
Her .ou. u..t.. ..ap .aoArI - fran. 'te new,
paper be- NJ, reading tie AS tall. hand
some man Of tmrts. with soft dark ewes.
here AnI there ,i.srr streak ,n hl, hair.
IL 'hrrr au, .,s tu4. g,,c."i.uE !f>c.f p
be a,A,4 Au...A.
40" ,ald Mr.. Capman nothing c.frc
al. Except TIA, Mariua want, the green
parlor fur studio. la,rc'. ,uch an eAc,i-
lent north l3ghl 10 .' 700 kno~.'
Mel. sad Henry Charters, '~Al no,
.,, her have II
"Ba, ~hAl ,aa!l ~e DO for a reception
room ?" ,a.d H., old .aa,
II axe III, library. ae suggested.
M, dear Hrnr, and al. the book. u hat
D, To I,-cume of them bu, dear Maroon
would t- drughled Il only the plan IA,
prar..oab.c'
"Pu, them in my bedroom, ,aiI Mr
Charters. abseuliy "fIo,d can easily
AnocA lp 4 it~ shelves there. IL : PIT,
iha, Marion should be dlsturbcd .u the pros
eeu'Iou OF her art"
You are always 80 Kind and thong shiful.
said Mr.. CopmAn, bughten.ng up, a. she
hurried away TO give the necessary instruc-
lions.
Flo,d, Mr. Charters faithful Scotch ser
want. stared biankly when the Old lady -
sued her urders.
My masters library" sald he. up 20 hl'
bedroom, Wherever viii pa, the books ?"
''Oh. there j., pien;, uf room for fe~
.hel,es, said Mrs. Copman. brssAl., and #
there should be volume or two left over
they can easily br put IN the closet under
the stars, which has good large SlndoS
looking over the stables.
Flutd whl,tled under his breath, but there
Wa nothing for It but to obey.
'Ineyer see such a mother ed house
a. TIN, IN oil nv liie >" sad he 10 the house
Keeper with a gToan. Heres Mr HArn
crowded INTO the bedroom IN the north wing,
and the closet under the stars, while Mr..
Copman and her three Gorguu-fsoed daugn-
,rrs have usurped the whole house with
their studios. and their music rooms, and
their boudoIrs, and the mischief only knows
what all"
The houseketper shook her head.
"Ah. NOu NAV well say 50, ,aid She
land that amt the worst Of II, neither.
Floyd"
IN" said the old man.
How long i 1t since Mr.. Charters
poor lady died?' mysterious, questioned
Mrs. Akers.
"Sl1teen-seyenteen months, amt il o''
said Flo,d But why ?"
"Ah," said the housrkeeper. when the
two years are up she'll make him MARI, one
of the three sisters, You'll see"
ell nd
plain as a pikestaf, eJaculated Floyd, IN
d,smay.
You'll find as that won't make no differ
ence,' said Mrs. Akers, gloomIIy. That Is
what she's got her eye on true as YOU are
alive, Floyd. And she never yet failed IN
what she made up her mind to do
While Mrs. Akers and Mr.. Floyd were
engaged in thi. discussion Of family affairs,
Mrs. Copman herself was cheertully bustling
about ordering the MAIDS. tormentIng the
footman, suggesting this. that and the other
thing to her three bony, high checked daugh-
tiers, Marion, ArabelIa and Mellcent- until,
suddenly glancing up, she chanced to OBJ
serve light figure, clad in a pretty pink
muslin, with a floating white scarf. enter the
greenhouse door, across the garden. She
rang the bell energetically.
"Floyd," said she, who is that-that per-
son in the garden,"
Its Miss Jetty Lane. the parsons daugh-
ter" said Floyd. AT least" coughing be-
hind his hand, Iii looked like her"
And what is she doing in our greenhouse
I'd like to know" demanded Mrs. Copman,
hotly
"She goes there to get flowers for her
wax-Works, ma'am.' said Floyd. "My
master"
"Your master would allow himself to be
proved upon by every one in the village, if
be hadn't some one to protect him" said
Mrs. Copman, severely. go at once Floyd
or stay believe had better 20 myself
This sort Of thing must be put stop to. -
And she hurried out to the greenhouse,
where pretty Jetty Lane was culling sprays
of white stephanotis, in an unconsciously
graceful attitude, as she reached up among
the glossy, dark green branches for the star
like blossoms.
"Oh," said Mrs. Copman, stifiyi Miss
Lane, pelieve."
lefty paused and turned. Only home
from boarding school three months, she had
never met Mrs. Copman face TO face before.
"It's the terrible mother-in-law :" she said
to herself; and she answered, aloud:
"Yes, am getting few flowers to model
in wax. and
"Ah," said Mrs. Copman. "But perhaps
you hadn't better get any more. The flow
ers don't bloom very profusely and my
daughters like them for their hair. Besides,
Mr. Charters doesn't approve of the whole
neighborhood running riot through his
uraunds "