Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1882-08-17
A MONTHS VACATION.

dies, m very muCn dlrdlu HtNen
any such property in my hands-not
at present at least; plenty of unfurn-
ishcd houses and plenty to rent for a
year. But for month There isn't
any such real estate in the market
there isn't indeed"
"We don't want an unfinished
house," said Angela Frost.
"And we have no occasion to use a
house for a year." added Josephine, her
tall, blooming, young sister.
eve are school teachers Miss An
CELIA explained, ''and we have just q
months vacation, and we want to
spend it i'll healthful country resort,
where | can botanic, and where 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
stufy little room with its high desk,
its floors covered with cheap oil.cloth,
and an atmosphere of tobacco smoke.
Pm sorry, Angela" said the young
er. "Ihe aid of these pine-wooded glens
is the very thing for your asthma"
"And the little river in the deep
gorge is such an exquisitive study for
your paintings, 10" said Angela Frost,
fondly.
couldn't we live in Il barn." sug-
gested 10, with comical arch OF her
eyebrow.
"l'm afraid not, sighed Angela
The real estate agent, in the mean
while, had hardly smoked pipe and
read the local paper before the door
\ burst open, and short stout lady, in
+ u pink hat and feathers came in.
'Muggerridge," said she, handing
N him key, "you may let Ivy Glen, or
3 may sell it-ready furnished, with q
COW, poultry house and the pony
4 chaise thrown in"
]. MADAM" said Muggeridge, bcwil-
dered
81 am tired of it, said the lady.
"You couldn't let it for MONTH"
experimentally haAarded Ny. Mug
geridge.
Y I'D let it for three days." said the
lady.
II could find you tenants for
4 HoHt'i, ndlu tllG sfSthl
"There is the key"
And away she went; and Mr.. Mug
geridgc clapped his hat on the back Of
q his head and set oft, in hot haste, to
n the hotel, for an interview with the
young ladies who had so recently left
\ his office.
And it so happened that 10 and An
CELIA Frost took triumphant possession
of Ivy Glen, romantic cottage, half
covered with dark-green, glossy leaves
of the vine from which it derived its
name, with boudoir, piano, all the
pictures garlanded with pressed ferns
and dried autumn leaves, ard a library
of novels.
Mrs. Fitch must have been very
literary person" said 10.
"And musical" added Angela
CAS- for a servant, one would only he
nuisance" said 10.
''Ill groom the pony myself" said
Angela. Hes no bigger than New
foundland dog-the darling"
'And I'll milk the COW and feed the
dear little chickens" declared pretty
10.
Its really an earthly paradis
said the elder sister.
$50 it is" assented 10.
The two sisters passed three days of
unmitigated happiness in the deep ra.
vines and cool, tlower-enameled woods
that surrounded Ivy Glen.
Angelo made various valuable addi-
lions to her herbarium, and 10 SIX etch-
ed leafy hooks, bits of falling water
and sunset effects to her hearts con-
tent, until finally an old-fashioned
rain.storm set in, Of July afternoon,
and prisoned them in the cottage par
lor
"How stupid this is :" said 10,
starting up from her book, as the twi-
light shadows brooded darker and
darker in the room. Lets 20 down
to the barn and talk to Dick and
Frizzle. Poor dears They must be
as lonesome as we are ~
Dick was the pony and Frizzle was
the COW; and 10 and Angela were al
ready upon the most atiectinate terms
Of intimacy with them.
1t was quite dusk when Marlnaduke
birmingham opened the hall door and
strobe in, shaking the rain-drops from
his shoulders, as if he had been a huge
newfoundland dog, and ilingine his
fishing creel and tackle on the table.
Lou ~ he called, all over the house
in a CHEEKY, stentorian voice" Loui-
sa :"
But, as might be expected, no an
swer was returned; and he went up to
certain pretty little circular-walled
room, where he had been want to keep
mis- slippers, gun-case and sundry other
masculine apputenances while soiourn-
ing with his sister: Mrs. Fitch, at Ivy
Glen.
ITS as quiet here" he said, under
bis breath, las an enchanted castle
Where is Lou?-where are the chill.
i3ren?'
But he paused on the threshold
Even by the waning twilight he could
perceive that general transformation
had taken place.
a pretty easel stood near the win
dow. the tall standards of the old-fash-