Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1883-08-30
Selected Story.
In Her Own Way.

Hover garden DrlllliInt ana fragrant
with old fashioned flowers that grew
in little box-border beds, was separa-
ted from the vegetable garden by two
high thick hedges, between which
lay Il wide plot of rich greensward
called the 'blenching-ground.
On this velvcty sward, Miss PANE.
la Hoskins, the presiding genius OF
the pretty country place, was one
bright June day recreatins herself by
watering the bleach, put out the
evening before.
In one hand Miss Pamela held the
watering pot, and in the other larg"
sun bonnet.
Perhaps the fact that the sun bon
n It was in her hand, instead of in its
proper place upon her head, account
ell for her catching the words that
she did,
However that may be, she heard
them.
They came from little rustic
bower at tie flower garden side OF
the hedge, as plain as any words she
ever heard in her life
At the sound of them she turned
her bright black eyes quickly toward
the hedge, and then, setting her wa
tering pot down, stole close and lis
tened with all her might,
The speakers were two impecuni-
ous and pretty young cousins to
whom she had, as usual, extended
her hospitality for the summer, and
to whom. also, she proposed to will
her comfortable fortune, insisting
however. that they should, during
the term OF her life earn their bread
nine months Of every year.
OF course can afford to give You
a home she very wisel:' said tc
them, but it would be a poor kind
ness for me to do so want YOU to
acquire habits of SeItdependence, and
moreover, it is only right that yov
should make use of the abilities with
which Heaven has gifted YOU
And thus 1t came about that the
-raceless cousins were conspring that
haplcss day against Miss Pamela
temper, # not peace of mind.
Miss Pamela listened diligently tc
the mingled words and laughter and
then stole away with very Odd ex-
preston on her face.
; She went to the kitchen. Her
sturdy woman was there, busy iron
ing.
Eliza she said, when you finish
that piece, put away your things,
want you to bake couple of cakes,
continuing, as the woman gazed at
her in mute protest: Don't worry
about the ironing; the Young ladies
shall do it this afternoon,
Eliza was radiant,
Miss Pamela then issued certain di-
rections, with confidential eXpana-
tions, and retired to her own cham
Der.
Then she walked straight to the
glass and looked at herself long and
earnestly,
Yes, she muttered, I am growing
old, There are plenty of gray hairs
in my head and a few unmistakable
wrinkles on my face and besides
these evidences, ! am forty years old
Forty years old-and without one
close tie Then, why not .
Having uttered that hushed ques'
ton, Miss Pamela turned suddenly y tc
a great closet and took from it a
plain but rich gray silk and laid it or
the bed.
When the dinner bell rang she de.
scended to the presence Of her young
cousins in all the glitter of that lus.
trous silk, and an abundance Of soft
white lace about her wrists and
throat,
The girls started, and uttered a
surprised explanation but Miss Pa
mela only said pleasantly.
i am going to make a call in the
village, and shall bring home com
panv to tea and l want you, my
dear, to finish up the ironing, and lei
Eliza have q chance to make such
preparations as I have directed,