The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1882-02-02
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THE OLD ARM-CHAiR.

Pamela, lifting the corner OF the
window curtain to look down the
long perspective OF the winding road.
-Four OF 'em. In two cutters, with
two wolf.robes and two sets OF sleigh
bells. And it's the third time that
Ruth and Bessie have been asked
out sleigh-riding within the month,
aud nobody ever thinks Of me
And it was little strange, too,
when one came TO think of it. Miss
Pamela Pipely was plump young
woman of three aud thirty. with rosy
cheeks, swapping black eyes, aud a
figure as trim aud straight as sap-
ling piuo.
Sue had not Ruth's melting, al.
IN ond-shaped eyes perhaps, nor the
peachy pink of Bessie's radiant COM
plexion, but she was universally &c
knowledged to be the best hand at
picking and preserving in all tn
country around.
She couldn't.quote Swiuburne or
Jean Ingelow, but she managed her
widowed brothers household with a
firm yet gentle hand, aud had a
chest full Of patchwork, bel quilts
and crocheted tides in the big old
garret upstairs.
In fact, Miss Pamela Pipely would
have made a frst-cliss wife to any
man living-if only the bachelors
around Gray George could have
been brough to preceivo fact which
was 81 manifestly to their advan-
tage.
So Hiss Tfpely sat before the fire
of blazing logs, all mossed over with
silver-gray fringe, aul bubbling out
their resinous hearts beneath fiery
ordeal of the flames, aud knitted
away at Squire Sans gray-mixed
stockings. as il she were on a wager
against old Time and was resolved
to conquer AZ all hazards. And the
dragons head that was carved on
tho old mahogany chair opposite
and the claw-legs aud the queer lit
tie brass knobs scattered all over it,
seemed to wink soberly at her, in
the pleasant light as she orked
1t was an heirloom in the family
that old chair, aud the Pipelys were
proud Of it.
Just then there came tho merry
Jingle OF sleigh-bells up the road,
like peal Of miniature laughter.
Some one else out for sleigh
rid,' thought Miss Pamela, without
turning her head.
But to her infinite amazement th,
tiny pearls ceased to chime th'
sleigh had stopped.
Good gracious ! said Miss Pane
Va, taking hurried observation
from behind the uetted fringe of th
curtains, its Mr.. Hedger. Aud he
coming here, too "
Mr.. Hedger came in-a stou
middle aged man. with light blu
eyes shining behind his spectacle'
light brown hair just sprinkled wit
gray, and seal muller buttoned uI
to his very nose.
Good morning Miss Pamela
said he, pleasantly.
Good morning 7 said Miss Pane
la.
"l've called on business, said Mr.
Hedger who was one OF those un'
canonized social martyrs, a bashful
old bachelor.
Miss Palmela, to be sure, was q,
old maid, but she wasn't in the leas
degree bashful, 80, perhaps, the tive
were not evenly mated.
ION business ?" repeated the lady
"I'll call my brother at once
"Ob, don't do that, Miss Pamela
said Mr.. Hedger, deprecatingly.
mo 7" Miss Pamela raised he
jet-black eyes in some surprise.
because my business was wit
you especially" he explained.
"Uh ~
Miss Pamela sat down agair
mechanically crimping the bosrder
: Of her apron with the finger an,
thumb Of her left hand, while yer,
pretty blush crept over her face,
"pve been thinking il over TO
some time, said Mr.. Hedger, rathe
abruptly.
"Havs you ?" said Miss Pamela
And the crimping operation wen
on faster than ever.
"Of course know IL is taking
great liberty" said the gentlema
apologetically.
"Oh, don't speak ofit," said th
:. lady.