Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1882-12-21
TOWN AND COUNTRY.

and daughter.
Mr.. Worthington, who had worked
his way from country farmhouse to
Westend mansion, though proud of his
aristocratic wife and daughter, feebly
resented this annual outlay, and WAS in
clned to in-temper accordingly.
.T suggest Brighton" said Miss
Worthington, whose emphasis ON the
pronoun seemed to seal the suggestion
COR Hastings" sighed mamma, re
aectivelY.
NO." coolly vetoed Cordelia, "''we'yt
been there so often
Nov let me see.
And needless of irate papa's lmpatl
ence, she fell to meditating.
'.What shall we do with Bert ?" she
questioned, carelessly looking up, ~
though Bert were superfuous piece
OF furniture, scarcely worth the prlct
of storage.
Leave her at home with Miss Mills,
sh40 R6I MObuc1 PAOAAPhys
"A child like that should not neglect
her studies for amusement"
As papa stood ON the hearthrug, dang
hing his gold seals and inwardly fuming,
there was the ripple of light langh
without the oaken doors of the break
fas..room /; then quick rush downstairs
the last three cleared with q leap-s
rapid turn of the handle, and startling
all, flushed, painting, laughing, shin
vo,ng fiQsre burst into the room.
Bertha |"
Mammals voice was stern with dlgnl'
fed reproof.
Beg pardon, all
"I thought breakfast was over.
Hector and were having a run IL
the yard, you know.
'sHow he barked
"Did you hear him. Cordelis?
"And when L went upstairs. there
was Hector behind me, and"
1--WE ara not interested in the exploits
OF your canine companion, interrupted
her elder sisters smooth tones.
1--WE were discussing something more
important"
.'Oh I" Bertie said, apologetically,
feeling slightly crushed, and still stand
ing with her back sgainst the door.
The keen May sunshine showed the
two faces - Cordelia's IS regular featured,
pale, proud-lipped, with light-blue eyes,
and masses of dim-gold hair coiled
smoothly behind her head and Bertie's
well, not exactly pretty, but infinitely
more charming than that of the ac-
knowiedged beauty of the family,
Her long, thick hair was blown into
loose waves by the cool morning wind
her eyes were shining her cheeks as
bright as wild poppies.
1T shall be Brighton" decided Cor
della. rising, at last.
stGoing to Brighton?" cried BERTHE,
the irrepressibIe. -,
"Why don't you go to West Row 2
"West Row." scornfully.
sWhere is West Row."
And she condescended to look at her
younger sister as she said it.
"Why, don't you know-really ?
"It's the place where Cousin Saman
tha lives.
"Way out in thecountry somewhere.
"What lucid explanation, sneering'
ly.
Way out in the country some
where 7 Well, we do not purpose spend
ing the summer IN common farmhouse,
with country Doors for associates"
''Cordelia !'-the fresh, young voice
rang out in indignant reproof-''you
ought to be ashamed of yourself,
eff it is a common farmhouse, it was
good enough for papa, and ought tc
surely be good enough for us.
Country Doors
'I Just wish some of your languid
nonentities from the Hsthetic Club
were half such thorough gentlemen
that's all"
"Bravo, Bert
you're your fathers daughter, every
inch of you, cried Caleb Worthington'E
voice, in ringing approval
"It's the jolliest old place under the
sun, if it is a common farmhouse, anG
I'll take you down there this June.
''See if I don't"
And, surprised into forgetting hi
pomposity, he caught his faYorite in hi
arms and gave her sounding kiss.
''Win you?
"Do you mean it ?"
"Mean it?
"Biest if I don't!
'But say, Bert, as the others up
Eftedly left the room, ''what made yor
take up the cudgels. for the West Bow
boys?
''Was it, quizzicalIy pinching warn
velvet cheek-''was it because OF thu
lad introduced to you in my othce last
September
"a 'leuced fine fellow, eh?
"Were you thinking of him, Miss Di
plomacy?"
But, blushing furiously, Bert shool
her head with suspiciously emphatic
decision, and, slipping from her father
arm, ran out of the room.