The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1882-03-16
Vol. XVIII.

Mrs. Monteagle, with a red spot
mounting TO each of her cheek
bones. Il said-we will dine!'
And Sarepta withdrew with a
jerk. ....
The dinner was served present
ly-an instance Of the magnetic
power Of will-but there was no
cold beef, neither were there oys-
ters, fruit, u thin, watery soup of
berbs and parsley, a tastefully-gar.
nished salad OF lettuce and may
onnaise, and a dish Of peaches and
cream, formed the meal.
Quite Arcadian = said Mrs. NJ on
teagle, with giggle.,
And very badly serrcd,' secret
ly commented Mr. Crofton 10 him
self. But the salad was nice
:Wbere is Mary the Colonel
asked.
drinking in the beauties OF the
sunset, ] presume the lady an-
swered, airily.
The dear child has an artists
soul, and We do not tie her down
to any hours or rules.'
The Colonel fell asleep in his
chair aftor dinner Mrs. Monteagle
and her painted fan withdrew
themselves into the boudoir-and
Mr.. Crofton, inwardly bewailing
himself that be bad promised to
stay a wsek at Monteagle Manor,
sauntered out upon the heights
which overlooked the valley be-
low.
AS be stood there, q rustling
sounded in the bushes, and the
dark-browed gypsy sprung up the
hillside.
'Yor have q fine place here,
Miss Monteagle,' he said, by way
of making himself agreeable.
Il hate itr said Mary, dark!y.
I-beg your pardon = exclaim.
ed Mr.. Crofton, in amazement.
Il dor flashed out The girl
hate ii all ! The learning, and
the purity, and the grand pre-
lenses, and the miserable make
shifts
But
ABR said Many Monteagle you
don't know it all. You never
heard the tradesmen bowling al
the back doors like a pack o1
bowling wolves; you don's know
that the house is advertised fol
sale for tax arrears. How should
you? How should you be aware
that the very clothes we wear are
not paid for, nor the Goals thai
cook our dinner? Papa smokes
his cigars and talk about the Mex
lean war; and mamma poses IL
the great chair, and dreams O
embroidery work and tapestry
stitch and II am expected tx
learn Arabic and Sanscrit, ane
nobody knows what else, and ig
more our wretched poverty. Bu
| car'tl Who could p
Mr.. Crofton looked pityipgly q
the girls sparkling eyes, and pale
excited face.
4 am very sorry to hear this.
said be. Can nothing be done
Yes said Miss Monteagle
brusquely. Something can b
done-and l am doing it, in s.
far as 1 can. But papa and nam
ma must not be allowed to sus
pect it. l am-learning a trade
sYou + be echod. "A tradep
There's a factory near by here
she said, calmly. The countr..
gsrls earn o little pocket none.
there, sewing on shirts. | am t
have machine as soon as hav
learned to manage it. [ 60 ever,
evening, while papa fanciss 1 an
at the Greek and Latin, to Fal
mer Pelham's, whose wife teache
me the use of the machine. I ar
learning bousework too. I mad
the mayonnaise for your salad tt
day, and baked the bread. Gu
servant can do nothing of tn
sort. But it would kill mamm
to think that stopped, as sh
would call it, to menial labor
You are quite right said NJ
Crofton.
That is what [ wanted
know said Mary. hastily. B
cause, living here all by myself,
such a strange, unnatural atmo
phere, I sometimes get confuse
and scarcely know right 90
wrong
sBut they will have to know