Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-07-21
IVY GLEN.

.apy property in my hands-not at
present, at least; plenty of UNFINISHED
houses, and plenty to rent for year
But fora month? There isn't any such
real estate in the market-there isn't
indeed"
1--WE don't want an unfinished
house." said Angela Frost.
"And we have no occasion to use a
house for year, )" added Josephine, her
tall, blooming young sister.
eve are school teachers" Miss An
pela explained, "and we have just a
months vacation, and we want to
.spend II i'm a healthful country resort,
where | can botanic and my sister can
sketch in water colors from nature.
Indeed, I'm very sorry, ladies, but
do not think there is any property in
the market hereabouts that would meet
your ideas"
The ladies went slowly out of the
stuffy little room with its high desk, its
floor covered with cheap oil cloth, and
an atmosphere of tobacco smoke.
'I'm sorry, Angel" said the young
,er. The aid of these pine wooded
glens is the very thing for your asth-
ma"
''And the little river in the deep
gorge is such an exquisite study for
your paintings, Jo," said Angela Frost,
fOndly.
"Couldn't we live in barn?" sug-
gcstcd 10, with a comical arch of her
eyebrows.
"I'm afraid not" sighed Angela.
Tne real estate agent, in the mean
while, had hardly smoked pipe and
read ne local paper before the door
burst open and short, stout lady in
pink hat and feathers came in.
''Mr. Muggeridge," said she, hand
ing him a key, ''you may let Ivy Glen,
or YOU may sell it, ready furnished,
with a COW, a poultry house and pony
chaise thrown in.
MADAM" said Muggeridge, bewil-
dered.
"rm tired of it," said the lady.
"You couldn't let it for a month";"
experimentally hazarded Mr.. Mug
geridgc.
"Td let it for three days" said the
lady.
81 could find you tenants for a
month" said the agent,
There is the key"
And away she went; and Mr.. Mug
geridge 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 10 and
angela Frost took triumphant possess
sion OF Ivy Glen, n romantic cottage.
half covered with the dark green, CLOS
sy leaves of the vine from which il de-
rived its name, with boudoir, piano.
all the pictures garlanded with pressed
ferns and dried Autumn leaves, and a
library of novels
''Mrs. Fitch must have been very
literary person. said 10.
"And musical added Angela.
-'AS for servant, one would only be
nuisance said 10.
"Tll groom the pony myself" said
Angela, He's no bigger than New
toundland dog-the darling"
''And I'll milk the cow and feed the
dear little chickens" declared pretty
10,
"It's really an earthly paradise, a"
said the elder sister.
$50 it is" assented 10.
The two sisters passed three days of
unmitigated happiness in the deep
rayines and cool, flower enameled
woods that surrounded Ivy Glen.
Angela made various valuable adj
ditions u her herbarium, and 10
sketched leafy hooks, bits of falling
water and sunset effects to her hearts
content, until finally an old-fashioned
and prisoned them in the cottage
parlor.
''How stupid this is!' said 10, start
ing up from her book, rs the twilight
shadows brooded darker and darker in
TIE room. Lets go down to the barn
AID talk to Dick and Frizzle. Poor
dearsl They must be rs lonesome a,
we are
Dick was the pony. and Frizzle wa.
the cow; and 10 and Angela were al
ready upon the most affectionate term:
of intimacy with them.
IL was quite dusk, when Marmaduk,
birmingham opened the hall door anC
strobe in. shaking the raindrops from
his should RS. rs IL he had been "A hue,
Newfoundland dog, and finging hi.
fishing creel and tackle on the table.
Lou! he called, all over the house
in q CHEEKY. stentorian voice-"Lou
isai''
But, as might be expected. no an
swer was returned; and he went up tC
a certain pretty little circular-walled
room, where he had been wont to keer
his slippers, guncase, and sundry Other
masculine appurtenances when soiourn.
ing with his sister, Mrs. Fitch, AT IVY
Glen.
''lts "a quiet here" he said. under
his breath, ''as an enchanted castle.
drenpr
But he paused on the threshold. Even
by the waning twilight he could per-
ceive that n general Transformation had
taken place.
A pretty easel stood near the window.
the tall standards of the old-fashioned
dressing bureau were knotted with
blue ribbons, the chairs were freshly
draPed in chintz, and fairy work
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