Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1883-11-01
AT UNCLE PAUL'S,

"There," said Juliet Garland, impa-
tientIy, Il can't wear these Kid gloves
again by any possibility. They've
been once to the cleaners, and I've
done them myself twice with bread
crumbsr
She sat in the deep window-seat, her
bright hair streaked with morning sun
shine, her blue eyes sparkling with
veXation, while pair of very much
demoralized kid gloves, of the palest
primrose tint, lay in her lap.
And Dora, her younger sister, look
cd i~tlessly up from the pile of music
she was turning over-another of the
bright blonde blossoms of humanity.
"Why don't you get yourself new
pair" said she. "Oh, dear! There
isn't a song here that is not hundred
years old. Juanita, Her bright
smile, Beautiful daises,' and all that
sort of thing. Rosie must get some
thing that isn't coeval with the ark.
How is a girl to"
"Why don't get myself another
pair?" sharply cross-queStioned Juliet.
Because l haven't any mOney-that
is the reasOnw
Its so dreadful to be poor" sighed
plump, pretty Dora contemplating
her pink inger-tips; and at the same
moment Mrs. Templeton, the married
blonde of the family, came in with Il
worn look upon her face.
"NIore bills" said she. "Oh, girls
what will Frank say? Stefani has act
ually had the hardihood to charge
seventy-fve dollars for that little
lunch we gave to Mrs. Atwood and
her son. And Madame Cherimont's
account is eighty-nine, and I'm posi-
lively afraid to open the florists bill"
Then it's no use asking for more
kid gloves at present" said Juliet, dis
consolately.
"Nor music" added Dora, with a
shrug of her shoulders.
Mrs. Templeton burst into tears.
81 declare" said she, I'm discour-
aged. And you girls are always teas
ing for something or other, and Frank
is so cross whenever we exceed the
regular allOwance!~
Crying will do no good" said Dora
who was evidently the philosopher of
the family. "But what is that letter
in your lap, Rosie?"
ooh, thatr' said Mrs. Templeton, "is
from Uncle Paul. l declare, Stefani's
bill upset me so that forgot all about
it. BE wants one of you girls to come
up to the Maine Camp and keep house
for him. It's somewhere on the line
of the Rangeley Lakes, L believe.
Owls and whip-poor- wills thrown in
Come, girls, which of you will volun-
teer %
Juliet gave little shrek of dismay
Dora elevated her pink, cushiony
hands. But a third sister who had
been silently mending the flounces of
pink silk skirt, in an obscure corner
looked up.
"Is Uncle Paul really in earnest?"
said she. "Then I'll 60"
GLADYS" cried all three of the
others, in different accents of amaze
ment, reproach and incredulity.
Gladys Garland rose up, flung aside
the soft pillows of pink silk that cum
bered her lap, and came out into the
light. Of all the sisters, she was per-
haps the loveliest and the most deter
mined
"Why not?" said she. "Do you
think l am particularly in love with
this sort of life? declare, there have
been times within the last month when
Pve felt inclined to go for servant
maid, or look up situation as factory
hand. Just consider, girls--the dress
1 wear isn't paid for; the milliner is
always sending her girl around with
bills. l can't 60 on this street nor on
that, for fear of meeting some one who
will ask me for the money that
honestly owe them. Rosie, like a
darling that she is, keeps giving
parties and lunches and morning
musicales, to try and get us well
married. Frank, poor fellow, is work
ing beyond his strength, to give his
wife's sisters fair chance; but it isn't
a bit of use. See how we all hang
fire. Now l don't know about Julie
and Dora hut ], for one, am tired of