The National tribune., 1882-04-08
THE BITTER WITH THE SWEET

g do wish somebody would leave MS q
legacy said Lena cor l could draw some
thing in a lottery"
"Tm sure you drew q cigar-case at the
church fair" interpolated Anita.
u wish I could find pot of gold buried
in the cellar" persisted Lena. "I'm about
tired of doing without it,"
Il don't think riches are half so interest
ing as poverty after ALL" said Anita. "We
get great deal more excitement out of life
than Mrs. Grundy for instance"
It's kind of excitement could exist
without Poverty is a trial. You can't do
yourself justice if you are a victim. 1t
keeps friends and lovers and pleasure at
arms length. You might have done execu-
! ton with your voice if we had had money to
cultivate it. Ny feeble taste for art might
have grown into genius, and Patty's beauty
might have made her fortune in society.
One can't have society, you know, when one
is too poor to entertain or dress, and has no
recommendation but longing for the far
off, unattainable and dim"
My DEAR" said Mrs. Morris, who was
| lying down with one of her headaches, "you
are losing time while you berate fortune
and time is money"
But not legal tender" rejoined Lena,
turning to her sewing
Patty said nothing. Perhaps she was
thinking her own thoughts, as she sat with
the German grammar open before her. She
was daily governess in the family of the
Hon. Caleb Grundy, NJ. c. DR.. John Morris,
her father, had died some years before,
leaving an income which could hardly be
called a genteel sufficiency." He had left
something else besides. There were ledgers
IN the attic full of unreceipted and outlawed
accounts, although some of the debtors and
heir heirs drove in their carriages to-day.
g 1 wish we had been born bakers" said
ena, as the knaader's coupe rolled by.
"Or could invent patent medicine for
e healing Of the nations" suggested
1ita.
Mrs. Morris laughed. "Do you think
that would answer for patent of nobility?
Do you think Mrs. Grundy would ask you
to her musicale, though you sang Ike
dying swan, if you figured as an inventor of
balsams or bitters?"
Old Mrs. Grundy had bad attack of
her gastric trouble" said Patty, waking up,
" and she has new remedy which can raise
the dead she thinks-Dr. jays Bitters. Did
You ever try them, mammal"
"Tve seen the advertisement" said Mrs.
Morris. And just then Rob Marquand
knocked and announced that he had come
to tea, exhibiting score Of little birds all
ready for the gridiron.
See what mighty hunter you have
among you. Patty and viii broil them
for tea-a dish fit for the gods"
1t seemed to Rob as if Patty belonged to
him as much as his own soul. To be sure
he never made pretty speeches to her but
he thought she knew that he meant them
He expected to marry Patty some day, but |
just now he was too poor, so said nothing |
about it. He was studying architecture, and |
his uncle had agreed to give him ten thou
sand dollars when he should have built his |
first house. That was one Of his castles in |
the air. It would be time enough to speak |
TO Patty when the house was built
Headache again, Mamma Morris?n said |
he. TRY DR.. jays Bitters. Children cry
for them. Aunt Marcia's got bottle-bit-
ter as as-pausing for 4 synonym.
AS poverty" said Patty.
"Yes, bitter as poverty. I've tasted both.
They are tonic to the nerves, they defy
death and keep old age at respectful dis
tance."
They must be the Elixir of Youth" said
Anita. Where do you get them?"
"At Mortar &c PeStIe's." And then Lena
lighted the double-burner and Rob produced
his pencils and paper and began making
plan of the "Marquand Mansion" to be
erected when his ship came in, asking Patty's
advice about this and that, about closets, the
pantry, the boudoir, their two heads bent
together over the task.
Well throw out bay-window here" he
said; won't we, Patty? And we will have
verandah for moonlight nights and balco-
ny for whispering lovers made" And as
long rs the materials are so cheap think
Weu add on conservatory, eh, Patty? so
you may always wear rose in your hair;
md studio for Lena at the top of the
house," till they were all Offering sugges-
ions, and the Manor" looked Us if it had
broken out with an irruption of fantastic
gables, windows, and wings, and had become
IN anachronism in architecture, where the
tyle of one era jostled that of another.
Rut Do1N rb, c%- |
chool-room up at the Hon. Mr.. Grundy's
yhen the bell rang for recess; who, under
ne pretext or another, beguiled Patty to
niger after hours, till the dusk shut them
n alone with the stars, while he walked
with her, repeating some Incl
ients Of his travels, reciting some passionate
onnet Of his own. 1t was not Rob who left
rose ON her desk one morning with love {
erse; when the sentiment is pretty and
ersonal, one does not blame the poet be- (