Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-03-23
and forget her. His friend Arkwright's
bark was at Long Wharf now, fitting out

bark was at Long Wharf now, fitting out
for Australia he would take passage
in her, and put himself beyond sight
and hearing OF what tormented him.
And when he was gone, perhaps Rosa
would miss him, and begin to listen to
reason But no; on the whole, he
didn't know that he wanted her to do
so. And then he asked himself what in
the world, in that case, was he making
all this fuss about?
There she was now, down by the bed
OF sunfowers that had not come up,
and where the weeds had come up-but
Rosa had joined the school that loved
weeds tending those two tall late stems
that were just beginning TO open their
big disks when all the other sunHowers
had withered.
"That is just the thing" said Rosa
lys, as he approached. "They come,
you see, when no one else has them,
and just as if they knew all about the
fancy party in Gladys garden tonight.
The idea of your being Guy OF War.
wick, Joe Just the representation Of
brute strength. AS If there were any
poetry or beauty or soul food in such
a part am TO be the Morning Star.
That means something"
at might mean everything"
You never can be serious, joe"
ITS enough for the garden party to
be serious. A garden party In October |
No ices"
"Those that don't like ont doors can
stay indoors, you know. / shall be
everywhere. And | shall wear one OF
these great shining suns just over my
heart. the buds trailing down the front
and side, and ending in the other great
shining one on my train. Won't that
be delicious ?"
"If it were on any one else she
would be taken for an Indian sluaw,
that's ALL"
"Well, it isn't On any one else ; it's
on me. Gladys is to be Twilight, bu, I
am going TO be the Morning Star You
know" she cried, with her rosy smile
and breaking dimples. And ! am
going to be Just too"
"Utter," said Joe.
She looked at him in a moment OF
doubt.
"It you are making fun OF me, Joe,
you can't-you can't"
Expect to he considered Early
English"
"OhT cried Rosa. You, Joe? II
is too-it is too"
n-utter-ablc." said Joe, stalking
Off just before Rosa began TO cry. Rosa
always was a baby.
1--WE are all going into Boston this
afternoon TO n Matinee" said Eneline,
who bad, to tell the truth, struggled in
resisting an inclination to turn her
into v, but who had come out yicto.
rious, and now looked on her sister
Rosalys and the two Rivases as a per.
petual entertainment, as she told Joe.
in urging him to have patience; for she
was sure the machinery was not strong
enough to hold the curtain up much
longer. "What do you Think" she
added, walking back with Joe. Aunt
Eunice has been reading it mp in the
English papers, and she says she is de
termined to see the new play Persever.
anco-no, that isn't the word. 1t isn't
Procrastination either. Oh, Patience
yes. They give it to day. and she has
had the tickets bought; they are at
Charles Office, where We rendezvous,
and We can all be at home in time for
tea. And rely on you. Joe, to help me
out, for I shouldn't be q bit surprised to
see Aunt Eunice on The stage"
"Pulling Saphirs hair or tearing of
Grosvenor's lily. Yes, I've seen Pa
tience. as yell as tried its perfect work. +"
And, accordingly, as merry q crew as
the twenty love-sick maidens themselves
we're at the doors OF the Museum, where
Patience had begun Its career, that
warm autumn afternoon, Joe grave, and
supporting Aunt Eunice. who looked
like a queen about to do justice on an
heir.apparent, but Emeline and Charles
and John and Marion and Hal and
and the rest, all but Mr. Rivas, full of
quivering excitement over the sup
pressed fun Of seeing Rosalys and
Gladys and their painting chap put to
the burlesque.
/ don't remember that ever saw any.
thing more ludicrous than Aunt Eunice
in the first scene OF the love-sick maid
ems. She evidently had not the faintest
idea OF burlesque or satire; she had